<?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-12474715</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:40:24.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huiting</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-854808632519070646</id><published>2009-03-15T10:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:18:31.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess!</title><content type='html'>ALUMNI BAND CONCERT - RECESS WAS GREAT! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in alumni was nice and friendly haha. At first i didn't dare to join because i'm really not good at mixing with people but they were all very niceee. And the concert last night was a success haha!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels damn good. I feel like i just achieved something. I'm really glad i played for alumni concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. And just to catch up with some things.. I'm in tjc band now haha. and the conductor's really nice. Extreme makeover is a mad song. Hopefully i can play for syf! And i'm still trying to get used to the band. Feels really different haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are great people too. Really friendly:D (most of them). Hmm. Teachers aren't really good. I really dont like mr hsi lol, our maths teacher... omgod. He's a selfish teacher who makes a lot of noise when all we did was to ask him for answers to all the questions in the tutorial COS we wanted to see if our work was correct! And then there he goes 'your need answers for all the questions? why? like that also need?' then we say 'YES..  we want to check ans!' then he goes 'don't need la. My paper doesn't have any answers.'  (trying to hint that he is too lazy to do the questions for our sake cos he hasn't tried the questions. what lazy teacher). omg. He's our maths teacher for goodness sake! those questions should be super easy for him please! I hope i can survive maths till the end of the year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he's so inconsiderate! he rubs off the answers on the board without even checking with us whether we copied finish already not. And right after going through the test, he doesn't give us time to copy corrections or like.. ask friends for help about the questions. He walks to my friend saying 'What are you doing?? Put away the test paper! Didn't i tell you all to put it away?' My friend replies 'But i haven't finish my corrections..' And then that crazy teacher goes 'Nvm! You can do it later.quick faster clear your table.' And he keep insisting us to concentrate on the tutorials. He doesn't even care whether we really understand. May god bless us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-854808632519070646?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/854808632519070646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=854808632519070646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/854808632519070646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/854808632519070646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2009/03/recess.html' title='Recess!'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-349357246027468963</id><published>2009-02-18T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:10:31.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School has started again!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is really nice:D there are really great and nice people in it hoho. But we're quite quiet la lol. That's what some teachers say. But i like my class:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to go for tutorials and lectures. And lectures are so boring! Our maths lecturer teaches so slowly cos he keeps talking about other things halfway, eg that the com is a new one and he doesn't know how to use it etc etc and all that random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And physics and chem is so difficult omg. i don't understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and today we finally met our civics tutor, Mr varella(i think thats how you spell it). He's nice! but when he starts talking, everyone feels sleepy. i was dozing off during his physics lecture AND tutorial. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class also got a lecture from our GP teacher over well.. a misunderstanding. We all thought he's gonna hate us from now on but no.. today during our 2 hr long GP lesson he seemed rather happy lol. That's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my Dad wanted to try out cooking brown rice... and i didn't enjoy it at all): its so dry and chewy and difficult to swallow. omg. only my parents liked it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. i still have physics tutorial to do.. ): and i dont understand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-349357246027468963?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/349357246027468963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=349357246027468963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/349357246027468963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/349357246027468963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-has-started-again-my-class-is.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-2284168593253283325</id><published>2009-02-08T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:08:27.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Orientation was really really fun:D Mass dance was fun:D O'night was fun:D OGMs were fun:D OGLs were fun too:D tjc is more fun than it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. my og(og8!) performed a skit on O'night. lol! and because our group was in daekaron, we performed a skit of a daily lifestyle of cavemen! hoho! i was one of the percussion la, didn't get to act haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. we've already gotten our classes and i found out that there are 3 ppl in my og who are gg to be my classmates(: sadly, i don't really know them well and none of my ex sch mates are my classmates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-2284168593253283325?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/2284168593253283325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=2284168593253283325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/2284168593253283325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/2284168593253283325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2009/02/orientation-was-really-really-fund-mass.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-556057702373884187</id><published>2009-02-02T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:48:35.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being anti-social</title><content type='html'>I really don't like orientations. Being in a new school with new people isn't my cup of tea. Luckily i have guan hong in my group. But i really really dread going to school tmr... and the day after tmr, and two days after tmr, and 3 days after tmr. omg i just dread going to school. The OGLs are nice people though, some of them. Even after one day of orientation i still fear of going back to school tmr.. But i do like the mass dance today. It was fun haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this week will pass really quick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-556057702373884187?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/556057702373884187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=556057702373884187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/556057702373884187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/556057702373884187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-anti-social.html' title='Being anti-social'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-3154033970383436802</id><published>2009-01-21T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:04:26.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>hohoho! yesterday we(class) went to sentosa to plaaaaaay!! VERY FUN haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hor, we actually agreed to meet at 9am, but many were late! ESP NIKKI! he was the latest! So we went to sentosa at like 1 plus? i can't rmb hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach to play larh. Some of us went into the sea to swim! Well, we bought two beach balls, and yuan song apparently took special liking to them. While he was in the water, he placed both beach balls inside his shirt. And then we were like 'omg, yuan song has boobs!' And worse somemore, one ball had spikes on it hoho. Then yuan song said 'my boobs are so buoyant! see i can float!' Too bad we were all wet, and didn't bring our cameras with us into e sea, so we couldn't snap a shot of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun kai on the other hand was happily making his sandcastles LOL. saying 'foundation foundation!! make the foundation!' while we were helping him. Hmmm. Too bad after he made it, the tide started to rise and in e end his sandcastle drowned! poor junkai! But after that he went to borrow sandcastle equipment from some other guys and made weird looking sandcastles lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very fun really. Michele they all prepared a cake for me too!:D Thanks everyone, for your presents and cards! i really like them a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went out to eat buffet lunch with my daddddddy!!!:D and tonight we are gg to have a yummy dinner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SEVENTEEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-3154033970383436802?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/3154033970383436802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=3154033970383436802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3154033970383436802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3154033970383436802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday.html' title='BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-7670837055465442838</id><published>2009-01-15T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:01:35.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you want others to like you, you must first like yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I will try to like myself more:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-7670837055465442838?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/7670837055465442838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=7670837055465442838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7670837055465442838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7670837055465442838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-want-others-to-like-you-you-must.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-2744568454589348800</id><published>2009-01-02T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:33:31.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what.. i found a dead lizard on my door.. it was apparently smashed dono how long ago when someone slammed the door. Probably didn't have enough time to run away. EW. I found it when i went to water the plants outside my room! I GOT A SHOCK. I thought it was alive.. walao.. It's body was still intact but its eyes were like.. hollow. eeee. I'm getting goose bumps. So anyway, my mom removed it and she said it was so hard as if it was a fossil LOL. Just how long has it been dead there??? Somemore there was no blood anywhere! My sis just thought it died of OLD AGE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I MISS MY DADDY. He and my dajie left on 18 dec, and he is supposed to be back on 5 jan. But he said he might delay it for a few days. ):&lt;br /&gt;And of course i miss my sister too. Its been quite quiet at home with only 4 people. Somemore, my erjie is usually out and hardly at home so its only left with 3 of us. From a family of 6, its been reduced to half for these past few weeks. So, with only 3 of us (my mom, lil' sis, and me), we've been sleeping tgt in the same room for many nights already. First was in me and my sis's room. Now its in my mom's room. Its nice, more company(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i bought a new CD(: Huang Jing Lun. hoho. Singaporean. But his voice is so nice!(: Its a MUST-LISTEN(: haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-2744568454589348800?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/2744568454589348800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=2744568454589348800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/2744568454589348800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/2744568454589348800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-372679147634651242</id><published>2008-12-22T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:03:16.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho yes yes. today instead of watching twilight, we watched yes man. omg... the show is well.. okay.. haha. quite funny at some parts. aaaah! want to watch twilight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha today's christmas party was so fun! we had so much foood. hmmmm. Turkey, Spaghetti, Garlic bread, Salad, Salmon Mosse? haha. Ice cream log cake, ermm whats that called? baked apples? haha i dont know! hmmm. then we gave each other presents (well i didn't buy presents for everybody.. so paiseh!) i received presents from others though hoho. thank you! The food was great! the people were great! what fun!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho today was a great day(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-372679147634651242?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/372679147634651242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=372679147634651242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/372679147634651242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/372679147634651242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoho-yes-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-4194139666268331368</id><published>2008-12-21T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:20:41.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How disappointed i am. How hurt i am. But then i again, i shouldn't blow up the matter. Sigh. Am i deemed such little importance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my dajie and my papa left to Canada on thurs already. And i already miss them): The house is quiet, with only the 4 of us left. My erjie is usually not around, busy with her own things. So its mostly just the 3 of us at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing quite a bit of cooking(: Helping out with dinner. Cooking is SO FUN. i LOVE cooking. hohoo. Although the dishes i've learnt are really simple, its still so fun:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm going to watch twilight tmr!(: can't wait. i hope its gooood. Also, the christmas party is tmr toooo. I really really hope tmr will be a great day. Hopefully, it can lighten up my spirits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-4194139666268331368?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/4194139666268331368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=4194139666268331368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/4194139666268331368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/4194139666268331368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-disappointed-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-3511261344549050517</id><published>2008-12-09T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:50:28.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Blogging is so boring. Sorry, i'm too lazy to type about my life everyday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my erjie's birthday, so as a family, we went to a hotel in town to stay for the night(: It was fun. My parents went on a date, while the three of us sisters played boggle and cards in the room (my little sister huiying went on a band trip to JAPAN! *so jealous*). After that, the 3 of us went out to find for a birthday cake! We walked so much, we saw lots of christmas cakes, but no perfect birthday cake): Finally we found the cake we wanted at taka. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate Tonkichi for dinner. SO YUMMY. OMG. Highly encourage you all to try it. Back in the hotel room, we were lazing around and only cut the cake at about 11pm. hoho. We were laughing cos the cake was rather small, and we had to put 10 candles on it cos my sister is 19 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating the cake, we played boggle as a family. Hey, boggle may sound boring, but its actually really fun!:DD My father was the worst at it. While we all found about 20 or more words, my papa only found like 6, 8, 10. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was my day yesterday. Sorry no photos, too lazy!. GOODNIGHT:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-3511261344549050517?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/3511261344549050517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=3511261344549050517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3511261344549050517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3511261344549050517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/12/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-3394701398420414731</id><published>2008-11-16T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:23:41.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O levels are finally over(: hoho and now my sister is having her exams!:DD We had our graduation night recently, it was quite fun. haha and before that we went to michele's house and watched prom night. Lol. the movie wasn't that good because the killings were quite erm... they don't show much about the killings. But it was quite exciting(: not scary but freaky actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i went to rachelle's house to prepare and i saw her putting on her contact lens! she's new to it. hoho no worries i took videos of her struggling to put them on. :DD hoho and i saw her house! her bed sheet is so cute la.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair! hoho. i love the colour haha. I dyed my hair right after the last paper, after that we went out to eat dinner, cos it was my parent's anniversary. We ate teppanyaki(: hope i spelled it correctly. And then my papa was so cute, when the chef came out, my papa said to him 'Hi, you look familiar'. LOL. apparently we ate there before(dono how many years ago). The chef was very friendly hhaha so it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is going to canada to study and she's leaving in december.): everybody is leaving. steffi is leaving too, soon. I will miss steffi toooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-3394701398420414731?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/3394701398420414731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=3394701398420414731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3394701398420414731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3394701398420414731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-levels-are-finally-over-hoho-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-7317248676308158779</id><published>2008-10-20T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:49:01.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O levels</title><content type='html'>O levels in progress...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-7317248676308158779?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/7317248676308158779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=7317248676308158779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7317248676308158779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7317248676308158779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-levels.html' title='O levels'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-1229282819896912011</id><published>2008-09-26T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:38:35.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a table 'partner' to have</title><content type='html'>YOU have crossed the line, 'mister'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT stand your UNHYGIENIC-ness, GREEDY-ness, SELFISH-ness, INCONSIDERATE-ness, RUDE-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. were you even thought how to be HUMAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. i bring my own sweet to school. Sharing is fine. But YOU happily take my own packet of sweet and PLACE it UNDER YOUR OWN table, saying 'so that if i want another piece i can take it faster'... and you happily eat so many of my sweets when I M the one who bought it. you even want SHARE the LAST sweet by saying 'i break the sweet into half then we share'... omg. ITS MY SWEET! HOW THICK SKINNED CAN YOU GET TO WANT TO EAT ALL MY SWEET AND TAKE IT AS IT ITS YOURS?! i'm not very generous in sharing things with people who do not share things at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd. when you bring your own sweet, you don't even want to share it. you HIDE it in your bag and don't even want to take it out, or if you want to eat it, you secretly eat it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd. when other people bring their sweet, you, with no sense of embarrassment, ask for so many. After taking one piece, you ask for another, then another, then another, then another, then another, then another etc etc etc. And when i ask you why you don't buy your own sweet if you need so much sugar in your stupid diet, you say you are LAZY and you ASK ME to buy for you instead??? well you are a LAZY PIG. do you think i'm your MAID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th. When you have rubbish, you don't even make e little effort to walk to the dustbin to throw it. You either put it on my table and PRETEND ITS MINE, or you put it on someone else's table! LAZY PIG AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th. YOU bring your own foolscap, your own calculator. WHY.... why must you still use mine? if you don't have, fine, i'll be glad to lend you. BUT for this whole year, omg please, just freaking take out the calculator from your bag or your foolscap from under your table! ARE YOU THAT LAZY OR CHEAP TO EVEN USE E PAPER YOU BOUGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th. When i was having a very bag headache and i was digging for panadol, you just had to ask for foolscap from, saying 'EH huiting, foolscap! her foolscap damn nice lor! eh give me, 5 pieces! 6 pieces!' omg. no sense of embarrassment?? its MY foolscap, you already have foolscap IN YOUR BAG. WHY TAKE MINE. somemore ask for so many!! SORRY BUT I DONT LEND MY THINGS TO PEOPLE WHO ARE CHEAP OR LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th. Mrs Lim was so nice today, she gave us a lollipop each. WELL 'mister' let me tell you, FIRST COME FIRST SERVE. I took the GREEN APPLE lollipop first, and AS A 'BOY', you actually SNATCHED the lollipop from me saying 'i want the green apple one'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW USELESS CAN YOU GET? HOW LOW-CLASS CAN YOU GET TO ACTUALLY SNATCH A CANDY FROM A GIRL? and you dumped a water melon lollipop to me. I yelled at you, i said you were useless, no sense of embarrassment. AND with NO APOLOGY, you ate the lollipop RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I wanted e green apple one okay! YOU ARE SO SELFISH AND SELF-CENTRED! MORON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then because you were e top 3 or something in class, you are allowed to take another sweet, so you took a coke flavoured lollipop (which i think you really like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i purposely, as revenge, took the coke lollipop on your table and said 'see, now its fair. you take my lollipop, so i take your lollipop.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you SCOLDED me. hmmm. MAKES NO SENSE UNCLE/AUNTIE. if you can take MY lollipop, why can't i take YOURS? you like that also so JI JIAO. anyway, i'm not as CHILDISH as you to fight over a stupid lollipop, so i just placed it on my table, couldn't be bothered. And you snatched it back saying 'HA HA.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. you have no manners! CHILDISH! self-centred especially! As a 'boy' (supposedly), you are supposed to give way to the girls. YET you STOLE my lollipop, NEVER APOLOGISED, happily ate it in front of me!, yelled at me when i took yours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU FOR ONE WHOLE YEAR! DAMMIT YOU IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm childish too, but i'm not self-centred, selfish, or AS CHILDISH as you. but i'm so angry, you don't even show any respect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th. please be more HYGIENIC in class.. i don't think i need to state it out here (you should thank me) what you do in class. because i sit beside you in class, i really pity myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th. you should understand why whenever i need help, i don't usually ask you for help, even though you are sure to know how to do it, because you seem to not want to help me. I feel that you are worried that if you stop listening to e teacher, and help me with my question, you will DIE. OR you don't even care whether i understand or not, just so long as YOU understand. SELFISH SELF-CENTRED IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th. if YOU are going to use my things, for eg my calculator, can you don't be so 'no face'. When I am using MY CALCULATOR, and you need to, you should wait until i use finish then you ask whether can use right?? BUT while i haven't even started pressing the numbers, you say 'eh can pass to me, i need to..', or look very impatient, when its MY calculator. I can use it as much or as long as i want to, SINCE YOU ALREADY HAVE ONE IN YOUR FREAKING BAG, somemore ITS A NEW ONE. maybe bcos its new, you are scared people will steal it (almost everyone has that model), or you are worried it will spoil, or dirty or whatever! I BET. most importantly, you are TOO LAZY to even reach for your bag and take it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when its in your bag, you will even ask me to take out MY own calculator for YOU to use, or foolscap or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, i seriously seriously HATE this kind of people. people who are like YOU. people who can't say THANKS, PLEASE, SORRY. people who are SELF CENTRED, SELFISH, CHILDISH, UNHELPFUL, SNATCH CANDIES FROM GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm am SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MAD. oh my god. dammit for being so unlucky to sit beside you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-1229282819896912011?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/1229282819896912011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=1229282819896912011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1229282819896912011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1229282819896912011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-table-partner-to-have.html' title='what a table &apos;partner&apos; to have'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-5552302762987941615</id><published>2008-09-01T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:10:25.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>I had the weirdest dream(s) yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was supposed to go swimming with my mom in the morning, and she came to call me at around 830am if i'm not wrong. lol I woke up but i went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that i changed into my swimming costume.. then i woke up.. i was wondering why i was still in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, somehow or another i fell asleep again and dreamt the second time that i went to change into my swimming costume.. and then i woke up again, confused and i said to myself i will go and change right now before i fall asleep again!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was so sleepy and i fell asleep again.. and for the THIRD TIME i dreamt i changed into my swimming costume.. then i woke up.. so so confused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i realised this was getting me no where and i finally got up to change.. it was already 945 if i'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid. i felt so tired after changing 4 times!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i dreamt again.. dreamt that i was being abused! omg! that was scary.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. today i went to my sister's hostel to stay for the day with my 2 other sisters. lol. the food was goood! we went to NIE campus.. and then aiya.. we didn't do much. just laze around in the hostel. anyway we spent e whole day there. and we're finally back! so tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to start studying again tmr! and i hope i don't get anymore weird dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-5552302762987941615?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/5552302762987941615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=5552302762987941615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/5552302762987941615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/5552302762987941615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-2809298404859947284</id><published>2008-08-31T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:02:43.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is this? Is this what i think it is.. this little 'bias'ness my father is showing towards my dajie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ya i know why, i understand why. BUT, i dont want to understand! IM STUBBORN can't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like me to play the piano in the morning because she sleeps in the morning.. okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't you ever notice that when she's awake in the afternoon or evening or night, and we are playing the piano, esp my younger sister, don't you notice that when we play the piano, she will blast her music upstairs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW are we supposed to enjoy playing the piano freely when she's UP THERE, blasting her music away, thinking that whatever we were playing were just nothing but noise and rubbish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me she has headache.. okay.. so the piano is noise and her LOUD NOISY(to us) music is curing her headache?? i GET A HEADACHE listening to her music. ITS SO LOUD and you say that playing the piano gives her headache??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is this? Now i don't even feel the urge to play the piano anymore. Why? Well cos sometimes when i play the piano she will blast her music.. How am i supposed to even hear what i'm playing? and how am i supposed to even enjoy my music i'm playing when somebody doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make the person who is playing the piano happy AT ALL. And recently when my younger sister is playing the piano, practising for her piano exam, she was still blasting her music, partly cos when my sister practices, its quite repetitive, and MAYBE that was giving her a HEADACHE. but cant you be more understanding to know that her piano exam is just in a few days time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching my sister feel so hurt when my dajie is being so rude, i don't even feel like playing the piano anymore. i don't appreciate it anymore. i don't enjoy it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.. i dont want to talk about this anymore... i'm so hurt. its not that i hate my dajie, i love her as a sister, but i just find it so unfair.. i'm afraid to even play the piano now. i'm afraid it'll irritate her. what the hell is this? you should just burn the piano or sell it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-2809298404859947284?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/2809298404859947284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=2809298404859947284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/2809298404859947284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/2809298404859947284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-this-is-this-what-i-think-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-3050985377801468232</id><published>2008-08-22T13:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:14:05.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crisis at home</title><content type='html'>YES. just four more days of prelims!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing has happened! I HAVE MOONCAKES AT HOME! YUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOOOOONCAKEEES:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, there was a crisis at home. Around 6.45 when i took my bag and wanted to pack it for today's bio exam, after placing my bag on the chair i realised there was paint! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag had paint on it on the base.. and maybe.. 1/5 of the bag. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos the chair also had paint on it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The source of the paint?? From the paint my sister brought home... Somehow it just spilt and suay suay it was placed beside my pretty lovely green bag. The floor also had paint (one really big patch!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i started shouting for my daddy! and then we started cleaning. My mom and dad cleaned the floor. While i was busy cleaning the things in my bag.. curve ruler, wallet, etc which also had paint on it... ): my things inside all kena paint.. so i had to use baby oil to clean it.. and i was thinking if i'm going to late for school what would i say haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i wasn't late, traffic was good(: but my daddy say the bag is a gone case. So i have to throw it away): and it was bought by my dajie from japan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an interesting morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-3050985377801468232?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/3050985377801468232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=3050985377801468232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3050985377801468232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3050985377801468232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/08/crisis-at-home.html' title='crisis at home'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-5716922055657430789</id><published>2008-08-18T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:24:57.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prelims has started. i feel so so so sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worse, my tuition teacher last minute couldn't come! not well! omg. and tmr is amaths.. questions questions questions.... so many questions to ask! then emaths is 2 days later.. omg.. i'm going to go mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to study for bio.. omg.. i'm going crazy too. then geography also.. CHEM... PHYSICS... omg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. this is wasting my precious time. i shall go and study):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i love studying! ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-5716922055657430789?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/5716922055657430789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=5716922055657430789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/5716922055657430789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/5716922055657430789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/08/prelims-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-7561101689552091116</id><published>2008-08-04T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:46:38.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss andrew ryan. That is a fact. haha. andrew aren't you touched!! don't you feel like crying already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our class T shirt!!!! hahha! its nice! NIKE okay! dont play play ah! BRANDED(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its not that special, its still something to represent 4/2! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the shirt is erm.. uh... quite transparent.. its still nice(: although the guys were rather happy about it. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My erjie moved to the hostel already on sunday! ): i miss herrrrrrrrrrr my dear dear dear dear erjie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time i want to live in a hostel too! it looks fun! (: and its important to learn to be independent! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn stress now. O level is SOON. OMG. PRELIMS are even sooner! stress..... i hope i can study finish for prelims! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so nerd-ish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-7561101689552091116?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/7561101689552091116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=7561101689552091116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7561101689552091116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7561101689552091116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss-andrew-ryan.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-8022938878787025593</id><published>2008-07-28T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:23:33.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today geraldo was so cute! AGAIN!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cute omg! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute! unlike SOME people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really unhappy now for a few reasons. one of them is that my class boys... some of them, are so mean. why do boys like to judge people by their looks. It is so CHEAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell a girl right in her face that she is ugly or looks like a ghost when she is your CLASSMATE. omg. THAT IS SO CHEAP. SO MEAN. And, i dont think she's ugly at all. She's quite pretty to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. even if a girl is ugly to you, how can you treat her so badly. This goes for almost all the guys in my class please. DO WE, GIRLS, treat you, BOYS, as if you're a piece of shit if you are ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with this world? horny boys/men who only like to look at appearance of girls/women? Well, if you are so, you DISGUST me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to talk all dirty and smelly, please say them all in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find someone pretty, please RESPECT her at least by not talking dirty about her. If you find someone ugly, PLEASE DO NOT. i repeat, DO NOT insult her. respect each and everyone of us girls/women please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that no matter who the girl is, if you keep saying STRAIGHT IN HER FACE that she is ugly or whatsoever, you will drive her to the corner. WTH. your are so HEARTLESS. HEARTLESS USELESS PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad because you disgust me. DISGUSTING PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;(EXCEPT ANDREW RYAN!:D) -sorry ht, i couldn't resist. HAHA!X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i do not think that you all are worthy of talking dirty of women or insulting us. so just shut the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANGRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-8022938878787025593?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/8022938878787025593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=8022938878787025593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/8022938878787025593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/8022938878787025593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-geraldo-was-so-cute-again-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-1502989324074776943</id><published>2008-07-26T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:13:04.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andrew is leaving tmr morning to study in canada. So soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went out to eat dinner, just a small group of us, 7 of us. Dinner was so nice. Well, i enjoyed myself a lot. We joked and talked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything about andrew leaving, but i just hope he will enjoy himself there and will not forget us! lol. We will miss him a lot. The class is now 2 people short. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took so long for us to start talking again and he's already leaving. but hey, canada is so nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very comforting to know that at least there is a nicer andrew i know, rather than the andrew i'm stuck with in class... ugh. But this andrew is already leaving and well.. maybe for good. It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. its too late to regret. prelims are coming and i'm so nervous. goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-1502989324074776943?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/1502989324074776943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=1502989324074776943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1502989324074776943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1502989324074776943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/07/andrew-is-leaving-tmr-morning-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-702061227461943348</id><published>2008-07-20T19:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:01:40.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my uncle is here from san diego, my auntie and my cousin is here from canada. its great to have them here. my cousin is staying over at my house(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday, me and my classmates went to watch dark knight. it was very nice, but kinda draggy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had a farewell party in class before the outing for andrew ryan. lol. and we had a arm wrestling competition and a game of dodge ball IN the classroom. lol. we were noisy, but ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i cooked dinner. i wanted to cook the dish all by myself, and prepare it myself. but i followed them down to the pool for a rest. and by the time i came back up, my dad alr prepared them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i fried 10 eggs.. almost died. but i didn't really cook the dish myself, cos my dad came to help me in the end and he added the sauces into the dish! so it really wasn't my dish anymore, and i am quite sad. next time i really want to just cook a meal all by myself.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sad now. sad that i didn't cook the dish all by myself, and sad that somebody doesn't seem to be helping around the house and just rotting her life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn those internet games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-702061227461943348?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/702061227461943348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=702061227461943348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/702061227461943348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/702061227461943348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-7298460135834753621</id><published>2008-06-26T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:07:50.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being unappreciated</title><content type='html'>I'm hurt. Hurt by the fact that my eldest sister does not appreciate our gift for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday is on June 10, and well, i bought jelly beans for her, since i do not know what she would like or want since i hardly have a proper conversation with her. I also bought a jar to keep the jelly beans. Of cos, the present is shared among the rest of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. When we gave it to her, she just said 'thanks' and she left the dining table to her computer, leaving the jar at the table. Wth. Can you at least be more appreciative and bring the jar along or keep it? How can you just say 'thanks', without even holding it, touching it, eating any of it, and just walk away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that is still tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, it still seems as though she did not eat a piece or jelly bean, or maybe a few. While she was away in Thailand with my father and my elder sister, i asked her whether she liked her birthday present and she said 'umm, okay loh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i said 'noo, how can you just say that, must say you like it a lot!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i forgot what else we talked about, then she said the jelly beans taste like medicine.. and she doesn't like it AND she said we can eat them if we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she wants to share them with us, but it feels as though she's not appreciating the gift and also complain about the gift..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone gives you a gift, how can you be so rude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i asked her if she tried all the flavours, and she said no she hasn't. And btw, the flavours are mostly like.. fruits and stuffs, and some other different flavours. So, i asked her to try the other flavours and after she tried it, she said right into my face that it tastes like medicine. She says she only like the lime green one and we can eat all of the other flavours. And hello, there are so few lime greens since there are also other flavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. i was really angry. i felt like 'why did i even decide to buy a present for her?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i could ever remember anything, i don't remember her buying me any birthday presents at all. And, of cos, in return, i don't think i bought her presents all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, she's been so unappreciative, so i feel that in future, whether i buy a present or not doesn't really make a difference. It can just rot away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that i actually thought she would be very happy to get the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, its not a waste of money. At least she eats some of them.. occasionally. while the rest are eaten by us. Its nice. I only find a flavour weird, but my elder sister likes that flavour. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i just dislike not being appreciated for trying to care for her. So, i'm reallly pissed, but it'll get over soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF our relationship was very close, then of cos, maybe i'll forgive her. But, playing computer ALL the time doesn't make us closer. Talking to your online friends does not make us closer. Saying only a few words to us also doesn't make us closer. You're a nice sister and all, you care for us sometimes with little action, but most of the times i just feel that you don't want to talk to us and you just want to live in the world of yours, which is mainly filled up with your com. games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my elder sister took her FIRST driving test yesterday! and she PASSED!(: CONGRATS.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today i feel kinda sad, sad at the fact that i feel SOME people don't really appreciate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get a feeling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'re just very mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like being nice to the people i like, but i'm just worried maybe if this goes on they'll take me for granted. i dont want to be a difficult person to be with, it'll just make my life and their life even more hectic. and anyway, i can't be mad at a person forever. usually in one day or a few hours, poof! its gone. of cos unless its something more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really treasure these friendships. and there's a higher possibility that we may move back after Os. ): oh well, singapore IS small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-7298460135834753621?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/7298460135834753621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=7298460135834753621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7298460135834753621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7298460135834753621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/06/being-unappreciated.html' title='being unappreciated'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-7411643788985686870</id><published>2008-06-18T22:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:37:04.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;    3</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i doubt whether i'm a good enough sister. I have a wonderful erjie who is so efficient. She knows so many things. Whereas i'm a sister who just loves to get hugs and give hugs. I'm not smart, i am practically quite a dumb person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sister'-my meimei. My other two older sisters i call them dajie and erjie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to show that i care for my sister by talking to her and well through other small actions. But, she always seem so uninterested in talking to me, or her attitude just sucks. Someone is trying to be nice to her, asking her, for eg, how as your day? and she starts off with this stupid tone, this i-am-not-interested-to-talk-to-you tone and just shrug it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can be nice, very nice. But usually, she just acts as if she doesn't really care. Acts as if we're not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she went berserk. Totally violent. Over a very small matter. She went screaming and shouting, my mom thought something VERY BIG had happen (like an accident or what). I mean, you don't need to be that rude to me over something so trival. Say it nicely and i'll do so. I know i'm childish. I will not go into details of this matter since somebody is uncomfortable with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm a sucky sister, a sucky older sister. Maybe i shouldn't even care about her. I hate it when i am nice and i don't get the feeling that i'm being appreciated. I know i shouldn't be so 计较 about such stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that being stuck in the house with my mom and my sister has made me realised a lot of things. That is, my sister, all she needs is her computer to be happy, same as my dajie. All she does and love, is to watch her dramas. Tonnes of it. Or watch her tv show, hosted by her idol. Being alone with her at home while my mom is at work makes me feel that i am alone at home. I have nobody to talk to at home, even though she is around. It seems that those are the only things she's interested in. She does not respect me, at least that's what i feel most of the time. The fact that i respect her but she doesn't makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is stupid. My sister can be nice. She can be fun and all. But that is something that doesn't happen everyday. I feel as  though i'm the youngest, and she is older than me. I feel that she is treating me that way. Is it she or is it that i'm just too dumb to be older than her? Maybe i just like to be a little kid that gets loved, hugs and kisses by my family, maybe thats why. But without these, life would be meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be complaining since i already have a wonderful and warm family. But i can't help but be greedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-7411643788985686870?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/7411643788985686870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=7411643788985686870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7411643788985686870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7411643788985686870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/06/3_18.html' title='&lt;    3'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-276620594528221624</id><published>2008-06-18T16:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:30:43.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An extract from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蜘蛛网 -  尤今&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;现在， 年届耳顺的这位朋友， 常常牵着他小孙子的手， 到附近的公园去散步。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;看到蜘蛛网，便和孙子一起蹲下来，细细地看。 当蜘蛛把网织好之后，他便会对他亲爱的孙子说道:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"宝贝，记得，永远，永远不要把蜘蛛网捣坏，因为你摧毁的，不是蜘蛛的一张网，而是蜘蛛的一个家。"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;把一份温柔提早放进孩子的心，当他走在人生的道路上时，便不会忘记，时时停下脚步, 关心别人的伤痛。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken from today's 联合早报. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, my papa, dajie and erjie are finally coming back! but i can't fetch them from the airport, cos all of us are busy, i have to go for band bbq lol. but i miss them so much(((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been quite fun these few days, lonely, but fun in a way that i get to cook!!!!! i cooked lunch with my mama yesterday and today. i'll post photos later. we had garlic fried rice hoho. yummmmy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-276620594528221624?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/276620594528221624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=276620594528221624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/276620594528221624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/276620594528221624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/06/extract-from.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-556975449934942870</id><published>2008-06-15T14:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:17:34.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm lovesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ahgong, papa, dajie, and erjie just left this morning to bangkok for a HOLIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mama, meimei and me are left at home. the house is half full only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been only about 5 hours, but i miss them so much esp my dear erjie):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days, just 5 more days and they'll be back!!!!!!((: then i'll get more hugs and kisses!(: &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is fathers' day. (: we woke up early, at 7am today to prepare a special dinner for my papapapapa. he was so happy hoho. it was yummy! well at least it looked yummy. however we couldn't go out and celebrate as usual bcos they had to go to the airport to catch e plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, happy fathers' day my dear papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last last night, i had a very bad nightmare and i woke up at 4am. walao. worse still.. i went back to sleep after a while and i had another nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it IS freaky, i bet if it turns into a horror movie, it'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today after returning from the airport i needed to rest,and there, i had another nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still going to sleep no matter what.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, the band dinner photos, i'll post them another time, i need to do some editing but my com doesn't have adobe photoshop so please wait.. i'm lazy:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-556975449934942870?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/556975449934942870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=556975449934942870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/556975449934942870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/556975449934942870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/06/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-1736687104086219002</id><published>2008-06-01T14:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:11:57.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On thurs, i got burnt, by cooking oil, no not a lot, just a little. lol. then my papa ran and put cream on my hand, but hey, it wasn't the correct cream, and then i had a blister. I'm glad my papa at least applied cream on my arm.(: its called fatherly love!(: anyway, i went to school the next day with this ugly blister, and anyone who saw it wasn't really comforting. all they said was 'eee.' esp my partner who wanted to smash it. Anyway by the end of friday it got burst, i dono how but ya. and now its all red and it bled this morning and stuff. just a small wound..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday my parents and i met my teacher to get my report book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL C6&lt;br /&gt;HCL B4&lt;br /&gt;AM C5&lt;br /&gt;EM A2&lt;br /&gt;BIO B3&lt;br /&gt;CHEM B3&lt;br /&gt;COMB H. E8&lt;br /&gt;PHY E8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5: 25&lt;br /&gt;class position 35/37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band dinner is tmr, and i'm so so very nervous. so so so so nervous. SO NERVOUS. omg. apparently i can't seem to concentrate at all on anything, just too nervous. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-1736687104086219002?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/1736687104086219002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=1736687104086219002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1736687104086219002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1736687104086219002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-thurs-i-got-burnt-by-cooking-oil-no.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-7125002308641130455</id><published>2008-05-13T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:12:28.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over!</title><content type='html'>hoho mid year is finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday adam!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm. today i went home, slept, went out to eat lunch with my meimei and papa. THEN, went home to bake cookies with my erjie. and we made something special too hoho. ribena sorbet. hoho. yummy cookies but the sorbet not done yet. its taking very long to freeze you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmRxxK4W_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/4hWg0Cw9kZc/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199847528974539762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmRxxK4W_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/4hWg0Cw9kZc/s320/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;okay this is unglam but nvm(: i know you can see me squatting. the cookies are baking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmRyRK4XAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tzMWZ9cMnbU/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199847537564474370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmRyRK4XAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tzMWZ9cMnbU/s320/DSC00620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yummy chocolate we melted(: very chocolatey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmRyhK4XBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VqDhiT4d7zM/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199847541859441682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmRyhK4XBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VqDhiT4d7zM/s320/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my erjie is stirring the chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmRyxK4XCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7qnnLj6DjAI/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199847546154408994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmRyxK4XCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7qnnLj6DjAI/s320/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cookies! it looks ugly. but hey, it looks beautiful afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmRzBK4XDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/JtxOMikPcTs/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199847550449376306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmRzBK4XDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/JtxOMikPcTs/s320/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoho do you know what we're gonna do with the chocolate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmS0RK4XEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8c7TRGOh3Kc/s1600-h/DSC00629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199848671435840578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmS0RK4XEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/8c7TRGOh3Kc/s320/DSC00629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmS1BK4XFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Jmo8-L6WXOo/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199848684320742482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmS1BK4XFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Jmo8-L6WXOo/s320/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done! so beautiful right right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we dipped the cookies in the chocolate and added pretty heart shape erm thingies lol i forgot what is it. (: yummy! too bad that's all the portion we made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-7125002308641130455?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/7125002308641130455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=7125002308641130455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7125002308641130455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7125002308641130455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/05/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over!'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SCmRxxK4W_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/4hWg0Cw9kZc/s72-c/DSC00613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-6286969105519696013</id><published>2008-05-10T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:04:50.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOHO i bought two rasmus CDs last last week. they are so gooooooooooooooooooooooood!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midyear is also going to be over! yaY!!! i can play! SOON!(: SECTION OUTING!(: okok i shall continue studying now hoho goooooodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-6286969105519696013?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/6286969105519696013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=6286969105519696013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/6286969105519696013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/6286969105519696013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoho-i-bought-two-rasmus-cds-last-last.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-4118380976754561924</id><published>2008-04-25T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:09:21.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love the rasmus so much. Lauri is the best singer ever! (: he's so cute(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SBGdpEc9HeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IEtokTEDD3A/s1600-h/rasmus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193105174230277602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SBGdpEc9HeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IEtokTEDD3A/s320/rasmus2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-4118380976754561924?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/4118380976754561924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=4118380976754561924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/4118380976754561924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/4118380976754561924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-rasmus-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/SBGdpEc9HeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/IEtokTEDD3A/s72-c/rasmus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-6503796321796755368</id><published>2008-04-18T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:38:43.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so lovesick!</title><content type='html'>I MISS MY DEAR DEAR SECTION):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i can't help but to miss them, plus of cos, attending band practices. ESP, now that ccas have stood down, i cannot go visit them! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm treating my section as a family, of cos i will miss like crazy laa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehmm, during the alive lesson, my value got family okay! I love my family so so so so so so so so so so so so so so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i'm super in the mood to share my love now! hoho. maybe because its a friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to my section outing! Which of cos isn't planned yet. I want (seriously) a sleepover, which is quite dumb an idea, bcos who's house would be big enough for erm.. 20 ppl if all are going? quite impossible la hor. But i really really like sleepovers. Its so fun! hoho. I only had one sleepover, at shermaine's house. Sherm also slept at my house. but so long ago! oh well, i bet there wouldn't be a sleepover at all, i bet many of their parents wouldn't allow. AHHH. nvm.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to freak out now, mid years are coming! and fast! i haven't studied! i'm going to start studying actually today, but i wanted to do ss essays, but i kinda got distracted, oops. so i guess i'll start on one now.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH, i just remembered! today was go wild for charity thingie, where we went to giant at tampines to erm break some record. At least this time we had uno to play to kill time. quite fun la, cos we are all funny ppl hoho:DD AND GOT AIRCON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i really really miss my section! i want to take sectionals!!! i want to play with them pieces!! and i dont know why, i got cravings to play morning noon and night in vienna. i guess i'm going crazy!:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-6503796321796755368?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/6503796321796755368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=6503796321796755368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/6503796321796755368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/6503796321796755368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-so-lovesick.html' title='i&apos;m so lovesick!'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-1629839182070267857</id><published>2008-04-04T20:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:33:02.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Down</title><content type='html'>Today was the day, 040408, the sec 4s officially stand down. sigh. I'll miss my Clarinet Section so much! We went out for section lunch before band and we went to pizza hut, omg, its the worst service ever! Anyway i hope the next committee will do very well and the band will improve tremendously!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zat and me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y0Yzst6MI/AAAAAAAAANs/PEQickTBgYI/s1600-h/DSC07347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185389621762975938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y0Yzst6MI/AAAAAAAAANs/PEQickTBgYI/s320/DSC07347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the next SL, Ian(: - so tall la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y0Yjst6LI/AAAAAAAAANk/qC9JKHRe1Pk/s1600-h/DSC07344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185389617468008626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y0Yjst6LI/AAAAAAAAANk/qC9JKHRe1Pk/s320/DSC07344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jane and Priscilla(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y0Zjst6OI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CWySfeYk-mQ/s1600-h/DSC07349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185389634647877858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y0Zjst6OI/AAAAAAAAAN8/CWySfeYk-mQ/s320/DSC07349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sherina(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YwkTst6GI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6gfTqpE3gsA/s1600-h/DSC07334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185385421284960354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YwkTst6GI/AAAAAAAAAM8/6gfTqpE3gsA/s320/DSC07334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Me and Hye Min(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Ywkzst6HI/AAAAAAAAANE/WrrCLLNrm8g/s1600-h/DSC07336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185385429874894962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Ywkzst6HI/AAAAAAAAANE/WrrCLLNrm8g/s320/DSC07336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Me and Syahida(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YwlDst6II/AAAAAAAAANM/aelnsfjyeZ8/s1600-h/DSC07338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185385434169862274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YwlDst6II/AAAAAAAAANM/aelnsfjyeZ8/s320/DSC07338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Me and Jing Jie(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Ywljst6JI/AAAAAAAAANU/FVvj7bY51uA/s1600-h/DSC07341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185385442759796882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Ywljst6JI/AAAAAAAAANU/FVvj7bY51uA/s320/DSC07341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Me and Priscilla(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Ywlzst6KI/AAAAAAAAANc/C0_RdBQPEJ8/s1600-h/DSC07343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185385447054764194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Ywlzst6KI/AAAAAAAAANc/C0_RdBQPEJ8/s320/DSC07343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Chengtat(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YtqDst6BI/AAAAAAAAAMU/wHZn-VBgwrM/s1600-h/DSC07324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185382221534324754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YtqDst6BI/AAAAAAAAAMU/wHZn-VBgwrM/s320/DSC07324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Me and Jane(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Ytqjst6CI/AAAAAAAAAMc/pk7ZR55B7jE/s1600-h/DSC07325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185382230124259362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Ytqjst6CI/AAAAAAAAAMc/pk7ZR55B7jE/s320/DSC07325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Me and Singru(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Ytqzst6DI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wwX1f5Cu4Wc/s1600-h/DSC07327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185382234419226674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Ytqzst6DI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wwX1f5Cu4Wc/s320/DSC07327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Zul(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YtrDst6EI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6X5QngXrU64/s1600-h/DSC07329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185382238714193986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YtrDst6EI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6X5QngXrU64/s320/DSC07329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Me and Intan(: (ps i had to bend down!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Ytrzst6FI/AAAAAAAAAM0/tO-eOqkuXrg/s1600-h/DSC07332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185382251599095890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Ytrzst6FI/AAAAAAAAAM0/tO-eOqkuXrg/s320/DSC07332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Nicholas(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Yp4Tst6AI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Rt_ao71bbtM/s1600-h/DSC07322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185378068300949506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Yp4Tst6AI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Rt_ao71bbtM/s320/DSC07322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clarinets08! + Zat  :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y0ZTst6NI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UdCEx-yhb0M/s1600-h/DSC07348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185389630352910546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y0ZTst6NI/AAAAAAAAAN0/UdCEx-yhb0M/s320/DSC07348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my gifts from my dear section + sofia(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y0aDst6PI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6AB1CVUNrZk/s1600-h/DSC07354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185389643237812466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y0aDst6PI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6AB1CVUNrZk/s320/DSC07354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My Sec1s + Jane+ Me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Yp3Tst59I/AAAAAAAAAL0/5cN0ZrhQ3A4/s1600-h/DSC07317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185378051121080274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Yp3Tst59I/AAAAAAAAAL0/5cN0ZrhQ3A4/s320/DSC07317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Christina, Joey and Denzel(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Yp3zst5-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/hk_nb8S0cQA/s1600-h/DSC07316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185378059711014882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Yp3zst5-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/hk_nb8S0cQA/s320/DSC07316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Jonathan and Benjamin(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Yp4Dst5_I/AAAAAAAAAME/EPE52ol1kRc/s1600-h/DSC07314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185378064005982194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Yp4Dst5_I/AAAAAAAAAME/EPE52ol1kRc/s320/DSC07314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dining table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Yp3Dst58I/AAAAAAAAALs/6Xp6BMZHZSY/s1600-h/DSC07373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185378046826112962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Yp3Dst58I/AAAAAAAAALs/6Xp6BMZHZSY/s320/DSC07373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Priscilla&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YnNzst53I/AAAAAAAAALE/IXcOpq51hnw/s1600-h/DSC07364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185375139133253490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YnNzst53I/AAAAAAAAALE/IXcOpq51hnw/s320/DSC07364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YnODst54I/AAAAAAAAALM/8UoG22605yQ/s1600-h/DSC07363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185375143428220802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YnODst54I/AAAAAAAAALM/8UoG22605yQ/s320/DSC07363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; From Syahida and Intan &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YnOTst55I/AAAAAAAAALU/NUaHQSHGsKE/s1600-h/DSC07362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185375147723188114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YnOTst55I/AAAAAAAAALU/NUaHQSHGsKE/s320/DSC07362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Syahida &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YnPDst56I/AAAAAAAAALc/npFm7lEoxwg/s1600-h/DSC07360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185375160608090018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YnPDst56I/AAAAAAAAALc/npFm7lEoxwg/s320/DSC07360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YnPTst57I/AAAAAAAAALk/QKPWsWVwFBo/s1600-h/DSC07359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185375164903057330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YnPTst57I/AAAAAAAAALk/QKPWsWVwFBo/s320/DSC07359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From my whole section + sec1s! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YkUTst5yI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4YfthPT0x1A/s1600-h/DSC07371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185371952267519778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YkUTst5yI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4YfthPT0x1A/s320/DSC07371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Sherina&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YkUzst5zI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lmrtEclcHOE/s1600-h/DSC07370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185371960857454386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YkUzst5zI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lmrtEclcHOE/s320/DSC07370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Touching letter from Jane &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YkVDst50I/AAAAAAAAAKs/JR0rfKcI4eA/s1600-h/DSC07368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185371965152421698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YkVDst50I/AAAAAAAAAKs/JR0rfKcI4eA/s320/DSC07368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Card from Chengtat &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YkVzst52I/AAAAAAAAAK8/U-mLYPxZnVo/s1600-h/DSC07365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185371978037323618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YkVzst52I/AAAAAAAAAK8/U-mLYPxZnVo/s320/DSC07365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YkVTst51I/AAAAAAAAAK0/8PQpCFaUyaQ/s1600-h/DSC07366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185371969447389010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_YkVTst51I/AAAAAAAAAK0/8PQpCFaUyaQ/s320/DSC07366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the bandroom:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y20jst6QI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hyVSuYUQImM/s1600-h/DSC07356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185392297527601410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y20jst6QI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hyVSuYUQImM/s320/DSC07356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not forgetting, thank you Zat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y21Dst6RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DkpjAqfxyQo/s1600-h/DSC07357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185392306117536018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y21Dst6RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DkpjAqfxyQo/s320/DSC07357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear nets, good luck in future! lol! please be quiet when you are supposed to, don't be so noisy!!! Anyway, thank you for your gifts and everything! I really appreciate it! -see you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Zat too! For all you have done for twe. Although you usually get fustrated with us, but we know you care. Thank you for making our 4 year journey in band so meaningful and enjoyable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tan Hui Ting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training Officer&lt;br /&gt;Temasek Wind Ensemble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-1629839182070267857?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/1629839182070267857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=1629839182070267857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1629839182070267857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1629839182070267857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/04/stand-down.html' title='Stand Down'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R_Y0Yzst6MI/AAAAAAAAANs/PEQickTBgYI/s72-c/DSC07347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-4484577214131308975</id><published>2008-03-31T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:19:29.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bits and pieces</title><content type='html'>My dajie is finally back from japan after 2 whole weeks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. now i got jap titbits at home and gifts hoho((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friday is the last band prac for the sec4s and 5s!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really fly when you're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my darling clarinet section so much! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss everyone.. esp the bandroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a section outing hohohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused and irritated. i need a listening ear. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go eat my dinner now byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-4484577214131308975?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/4484577214131308975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=4484577214131308975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/4484577214131308975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/4484577214131308975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/03/bits-and-pieces.html' title='bits and pieces'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-894327217568795532</id><published>2008-03-14T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T12:03:46.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remix08</title><content type='html'>Last night was Remix08. 13/3/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very fun(: it was a success(: good job everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all the hard work paid off, and of cos, thank you zat! Thank you for making the sec4's last concert so memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear clarinets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for playing so well last night. Truthfully saying, i'm really very proud of you. Although i've been unreasonable and annoying at times, i hope you can understand why. hmm. Also, although you all have been so talkative and so irritating most of the time, your are really great people to be with and i find it very enjoyable and entertaining to be with you. I will cherish these memories i have of you and well, i hope you do too. I hope you will appreciate me and jane as your seniors. We will be standing down soon, so i wish you all the best in future and set a good example for our sec1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, please respect the person taking sectionals or the person conducting at all times. Control yourself. Making me pissed is already enough, so please stop it. Don't cause anymore troubles for the next SL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm most likely moving back to Kovan at the end of this year.. Apparently its more convenient there and well, for other reasons too. So seriously, i have no idea where to go after o levels. haha. I hope i'll stay in contact with everyone for forever. I made so many good friends and i really dont want to lose them like i did for my primary school friends. I'm quite unwilling to move. Having to move house after primary 6 to simei, and now moving back to kovan after sec4 is so.. oh well. lets just see what happens. but i believe everything will go just fine(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-894327217568795532?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/894327217568795532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=894327217568795532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/894327217568795532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/894327217568795532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/03/remix08.html' title='Remix08'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-9049689581497396677</id><published>2008-03-07T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:21:11.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Term 1 Progress Report :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English   B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese   C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths   A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add Maths   A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics   B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology   C6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry   D7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com Hum   B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class position : 22/37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. My science is bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm! Jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend more time with you but I have no chance to. Yet, i dont want to seem like its wrong to go out with friends so many times, just that i wish you would spend more time with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. this is not for a guy, neither am i lesbian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-9049689581497396677?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/9049689581497396677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=9049689581497396677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/9049689581497396677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/9049689581497396677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-term-1-progress-report-english-b3.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-7706355333097857542</id><published>2008-02-27T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:14:34.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Sick.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Sorry for not updating for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):  I AM OFFICIALLY SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having lacked of so much sleep and always getting so stressed up over studies, i'm finally sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After praying i'll get sick soon so i wont have to go to school, after getting sick, i realised how much i hate being sick. I feel terrible terrible terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday i woke up with a cough. Today(wed) i woke up with a cold. I almost died in school. My nose was running the whole day. I felt so terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went home for tuition at 4-6. Couldn't take it. I felt terrible. Terrible headache. Terrible nose. Terrible throat. After tuition i took a nap and i woke up with a fever. After dinner i went to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor says i have a throat infection. wow. first time in my life. Its terrible. Lots of medicine. But hey, it cured my headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 days of MC. but i have to go to sch tmr. Its a very busy and important day. I shall just hope i'll feel better tmr! I believe i'll be well by friday, and hopefully i'll come to school (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and pray i'll get well real soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-7706355333097857542?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/7706355333097857542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=7706355333097857542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7706355333097857542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7706355333097857542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sick.html' title='Im Sick.'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-8642750583771800214</id><published>2008-01-31T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:07:52.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear nets</title><content type='html'>I'm frustrated. Damn frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you be so selfish? You make me feel so lousy. Am i that bad a sl to you? While others have lesser people going for the audition, i chose quite a few of you to go for it. Do you people think i'm mean? Do you think i'm being crazy? out of my mind? Its scary, yes i know. But why did i choose to do so? Its not that all of you can't play. I just want you to show zat your can do it and amaze him please. I really want you all to become great players. Amaze him and make me proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm not exactly the best sl you can get. But i wont apologise for being so. I may be strict and unreasonable at times but i believe i should be. Its the only way. Please practice hard and cooporate with me. I want you all to be proud that your are good players. Dont keep demoralising yourself by claiming you sound disgusting. You all dont and trust me. Your have really improved. I'm truly happy. BUT please still continue improving yourself. Don't slacken. Work harder! Its not good enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be so emooooooooo. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I dont want to have regrets after standing down from band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-8642750583771800214?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/8642750583771800214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=8642750583771800214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/8642750583771800214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/8642750583771800214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-nets.html' title='Dear nets'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-1760559298686278386</id><published>2008-01-31T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:50:09.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish me</title><content type='html'>Hello. Apparently, i'm supposed to be studying my ss and my chinese. Its 10.30. Long way to go. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i could sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i could be smarter and learn faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i had more time to revise my weak subjects rather than just doing homework everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish some people would be more understanding to why i do certain things and make certain decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish people would have more responsibility sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish some people would just be more understanding and at least have the courtesy to ask for my permission before taking my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i would have lesser homework. I'm so stressed out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to improve my chemistry so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to improve my chinese so so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my section to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my section to get along very well with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want people around me to be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a break from schoool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT CHINESE NEW YEAR GOOOOOODIES! :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i really wish singapore wouldn't give its students so much stress. We are unable to fit so many of these infos in us. Please pity us. I'm about to go mad. I just want a break, a NO HOMEWORK break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my chinese new year goodies and ang paos please. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-1760559298686278386?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/1760559298686278386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=1760559298686278386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1760559298686278386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1760559298686278386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/01/selfish-me.html' title='Selfish me'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-7965936464921260371</id><published>2008-01-25T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T20:50:59.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am legend</title><content type='html'>today i went to watch i am legend with russell, clayton and cheryl. we had the ENTIRE cinema to ourselves lol. it was at 11am and also partly cos many people have already watched it. shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a really really good movie. We were all scared haha. I wanted to go home cos well.. it freaked me out. nice. p.s. even clayton was scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really tired so i wasn't in a good mood at all. So i slept for the whole afternoon and now i'm feeling much better(: but still moody. i'm seriously very moody today, what the hell is going on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-7965936464921260371?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/7965936464921260371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=7965936464921260371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7965936464921260371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7965936464921260371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-legend.html' title='i am legend'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-1310239973046624042</id><published>2008-01-24T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:56:50.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this sucks..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i'm sad today... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a B3 for chinese. i'm so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for being so emotional about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked so hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall just go hide in one corner and cry. goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5iIWuw5ErI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nIpuHcqqtSQ/s1600-h/DSC06189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159023297244500658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5iIWuw5ErI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nIpuHcqqtSQ/s200/DSC06189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-1310239973046624042?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/1310239973046624042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=1310239973046624042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1310239973046624042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1310239973046624042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-sad-today.html' title='this sucks..'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5iIWuw5ErI/AAAAAAAAAKU/nIpuHcqqtSQ/s72-c/DSC06189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-2552284236678975473</id><published>2008-01-18T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:30:00.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally i'm updating my blog. These photos are giving me a headache.. i still have so many other photos. Well i'll just have to do with these today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming(: in less than an hour's time (: 21st january! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea Trip(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DC4tQdZhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/B_umEPBmJCU/s1600-h/DSC05456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156835852816311826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DC4tQdZhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/B_umEPBmJCU/s320/DSC05456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taking at changi airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DC5NQdZiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HEcHErcQmxo/s1600-h/DSC05505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156835861406246434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DC5NQdZiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HEcHErcQmxo/s320/DSC05505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop after reaching korea was Lotte World, a theme park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DC59QdZkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eaQxMmH4abw/s1600-h/DSC05518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156835874291148354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DC59QdZkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eaQxMmH4abw/s320/DSC05518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DGC9QdZmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qb_J7zYzjL8/s1600-h/DSC05546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156839327444854370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DGC9QdZmI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qb_J7zYzjL8/s320/DSC05546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and my tour guide(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DGDdQdZnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OojAyZj4tM0/s1600-h/DSC05550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156839336034788978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DGDdQdZnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OojAyZj4tM0/s320/DSC05550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry-go-round(: correct spelling?? its so pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DGEdQdZpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/sUGYtDbaMlg/s1600-h/DSC05552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156839353214658194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DGEdQdZpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/sUGYtDbaMlg/s320/DSC05552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DGD9QdZoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fD7h2c9-BAo/s1600-h/DSC05551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156839344624723586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DGD9QdZoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fD7h2c9-BAo/s320/DSC05551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DGE9QdZqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/v0l9b9J-MAA/s1600-h/DSC05553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156839361804592802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DGE9QdZqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/v0l9b9J-MAA/s320/DSC05553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DLo9QdZrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EwaUqlJvBPc/s1600-h/DSC05556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156845477838022322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DLo9QdZrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EwaUqlJvBPc/s320/DSC05556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;This boy was lying on the horse. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DC6dQdZlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/O0YGeQF2_XI/s1600-h/DSC05537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156835882881082962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DC6dQdZlI/AAAAAAAAAGs/O0YGeQF2_XI/s320/DSC05537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DLp9QdZuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EN-pX9lWmVs/s1600-h/DSC05570.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DLpNQdZsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/udHkw578QJ8/s1600-h/DSC05557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156845482132989634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DLpNQdZsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/udHkw578QJ8/s320/DSC05557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sisters had our face drawn lol. By this guy.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DLp9QdZuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EN-pX9lWmVs/s1600-h/DSC05570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156845495017891554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DLp9QdZuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EN-pX9lWmVs/s320/DSC05570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;The next stop was some palace? i dont know! (: a nice place thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NacdQdZxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8bQWVqgVdYw/s1600-h/DSC05592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157565443205850898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NacdQdZxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8bQWVqgVdYw/s320/DSC05592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NacdQdZxI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8bQWVqgVdYw/s1600-h/DSC05592.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A couple in the tour group who are really sweet but quiet(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5Nab9QdZwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TkVUKofEm_M/s1600-h/DSC05574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157565434615916290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5Nab9QdZwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TkVUKofEm_M/s320/DSC05574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DLqdQdZvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/oObfTCs_rOA/s1600-h/DSC05568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156845503607826162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DLqdQdZvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/oObfTCs_rOA/s320/DSC05568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it was freaking cold there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DLptQdZtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RqDds9q39dI/s1600-h/DSC05567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156845490722924242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DLptQdZtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RqDds9q39dI/s320/DSC05567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NaddQdZ0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ngZuP3hhxK0/s1600-h/DSC05626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157565460385720130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NaddQdZ0I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ngZuP3hhxK0/s320/DSC05626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Me and my mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NadNQdZzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RipylW3FRGs/s1600-h/DSC05622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157565456090752818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NadNQdZzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RipylW3FRGs/s320/DSC05622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tour group. i think the floor was muddy, thats why they are all standing up there. (: funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NdT9QdZ2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/vZB1Emn7tFM/s1600-h/DSC05633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157568595711846242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NdT9QdZ2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/vZB1Emn7tFM/s320/DSC05633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My papa is so happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NdUNQdZ3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/VUlLxwYECno/s1600-h/DSC05637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157568600006813554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NdUNQdZ3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/VUlLxwYECno/s320/DSC05637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NdUdQdZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/RsC0zpcwkVE/s1600-h/DSC05636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157568604301780866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NdUdQdZ4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/RsC0zpcwkVE/s320/DSC05636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NdTdQdZ1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Sev7VRt00X4/s1600-h/DSC05630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157568587121911634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NdTdQdZ1I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Sev7VRt00X4/s320/DSC05630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5Ne_dQdZ6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/6cnX96mxl3o/s1600-h/DSC05649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157570442547783586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5Ne_dQdZ6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/6cnX96mxl3o/s320/DSC05649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister really like taking photos haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NfAdQdZ8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/vQgyO3_bAEI/s1600-h/DSC05654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157570459727652802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NfAdQdZ8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/vQgyO3_bAEI/s320/DSC05654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sis, the hand belongs to my elder sis(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NhCdQdaAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gtgVjr5Ldso/s1600-h/DSC05708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157572693110646786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NhCdQdaAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gtgVjr5Ldso/s320/DSC05708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tree is so cool. half of it is i dont know what, and another half is i really dont know what. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NhB9QdZ_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rL5eGRNHD4g/s1600-h/DSC05687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157572684520712178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NhB9QdZ_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rL5eGRNHD4g/s320/DSC05687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NhC9QdaBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/txqnkZc9KXI/s1600-h/DSC05723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157572701700581394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5NhC9QdaBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/txqnkZc9KXI/s320/DSC05723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had ginseng chicken. IT WAS SO YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's the end of day 1. i think i spent a total of 5 days there. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my com is damn laggy now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are thinking about moving back to kovan next year haha. Of course i strongly disagree to it. I only kept in touch with like 1 or 2 people there. AND i LOVE the people here (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll sell this house and buy a smaller one somewhere more convenient. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING(: GOOODNIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-2552284236678975473?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/2552284236678975473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=2552284236678975473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/2552284236678975473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/2552284236678975473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-im-updating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R5DC4tQdZhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/B_umEPBmJCU/s72-c/DSC05456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-1478340969015468182</id><published>2007-12-30T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:31:13.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korea</title><content type='html'>I'm copying the korea trip photos into my computer now.. but its taking a really long time. Its CRAWLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'll posts the photos another day! lol. i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO. KOREA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest thing was that we were supposed to leave on the 22nd at 11+pm, but in the end my family and a couple were asked whether we wanted to take the 3+pm flight instead cos the 11+pm one was too full or overcrowded. And, we will get to rest in a 5star hotel for the night for FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing was that, there weren't enough economy class seats, so we got to sit BUSINESS CLASS seats for the cost of economy class but had the economy class service la. lol. The chairs are so spacious and big!! and not forgetting comfy:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel was sooo nice! ok, lets continue with the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, their theme parks there are so freaking cold.. omg.. lol. We were FREEZING. The rides were okay, we didn't take those that were really scary. Most of the rides were taken as a tour group cos the tour guide didn't want to waste lots of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear after all i typed, the freaking photos only moved like.. one cm! nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo! the ginseng chicken there is SO NICE. omg.. the best meal ever! Must try! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we also went to the ski resort. The rooms were so hot........ and warm.... and.. i bet there wasn't even enough air for 5 people! i also suffocated and i couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skiing was fun. But the part where you have to do the 'crab walk' thingy up the hill again so that you can ski down is damn tiring.. you can take 5 secs to ski down, but take 5-10mins to climb back up.. and its only about 10metres! i think la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell once. While skiing. lol. I swear those two 'sticks?', 'bars?' under our feet are super long and heavy and annoying. lol. So difficult to stand up after falling down, many just took it off when they fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O i like the SPA, plus the indoor swimming pool which is connected to this hotel. There's two types of SPA, the naked and the swimming costume one.. lol. I went for the swimming costume one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The changing room was terrifying. lol. You can see naked korean women walking around (this is in the female SPA. The males and females are separated). It was disturbing lol. They aren't even embarrassed about it, its very normal to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk past the naked one before reaching the non-naked spa, and the non-naked spa is outside, in the cold. lol! but its very nice and hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indoor swimming pool is mixed (both male and females). And there's these floats which are anchored which are circular in shape and either have pictures of a leaf or trunk. lol. we looked like idiots sitting on it, trying to balance. lol! but it was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad said most of the guys went for the naked one, cos they didn't bring their swimming caps. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OO, when we finished enjoying ourselves at the SPA, we wanted to leave to the changing room but the woman in charge there said NO we couldn't enter cos we were wet. And she insisted we take off our swimming costumes and tumble dry it before entering.. We were SO SHOCKED. We felt so cheated lol. But in the end we sneaked into the toiliet and went into the changing room through another exit. Luckily another woman in charge who saw us allowed us to leave. lol. Thank god..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we check into our hotel rooms, my family would go out in search of a supermarket to shop for cup noodles and snacks! so i think we all gained weight cos we ate heavy suppers! LOL. (: greedy ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always sleep on the bus, and the tour guide always say me haha. Cos i never listen to him talk about history or stories. But i can't help it, the bus is so comfy and i always take motion sickness pills and it makes me really drowsy. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tour guide is very nice haha. he's very funny too. He told us stories of his first singapore tour group and china tour group. lol. Damn funny please lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we bought LOTS of seaweed back.hoho. OH YES, the plane ride back was so nice! the food! YUMMY.MMMM. there's even ice cream and those rice.. thingie.. triangle in shape. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell more next time. My brain is switched off. i can't rmb anymore!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go watch my show (: cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-1478340969015468182?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/1478340969015468182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=1478340969015468182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1478340969015468182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1478340969015468182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/12/korea.html' title='Korea'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-1022362715020805954</id><published>2007-12-28T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:48:37.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm baaacK!</title><content type='html'>i'm finally back from korea! it was a great trip! well, i'll posts the photos another day when i'm free. i'm so freaking tired now... the only thing i can remember now is that the aeroplane food was YUMMY(: lolol, and that we spent lots of money.. we'll have to start saving on other stuffs now! well, goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-1022362715020805954?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/1022362715020805954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=1022362715020805954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1022362715020805954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1022362715020805954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-baaack.html' title='i&apos;m baaacK!'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-7580649732483832074</id><published>2007-12-21T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:33:26.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FINISHED ALL 20JIAN BAOS! WHOO. Bio is taking forever though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to korea tmr. Aparently, there wont be much time to finish my hw! lol! NEVERMIND(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genting Trip(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vIYdQdZgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZttmX2Z8dxE/s1600-h/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146427321697003010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="270" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vIYdQdZgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZttmX2Z8dxE/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are the photos before the wedding and during e wedding on 8/12. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my hotel room at orchard hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vEytQdZcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jNRTHuwPmMc/s1600-h/DSC05316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146423374622057922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vEytQdZcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jNRTHuwPmMc/s320/DSC05316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was on the same day as my sister's birthday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R1_Wfex5jOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_RgJ_YYUV84/s1600-h/DSC05331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143065135807040738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R1_Wfex5jOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_RgJ_YYUV84/s320/DSC05331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yummiest cake ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vFo9QdZdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BlGZFgJ8zaA/s1600-h/DSC05322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146424306629961170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vFo9QdZdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BlGZFgJ8zaA/s320/DSC05322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my favourite photo. It's very prettyyy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vDY9QdZaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Y5MFJHkA_jc/s1600-h/DSC05300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146421832728798626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vDY9QdZaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Y5MFJHkA_jc/s320/DSC05300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are REAL sweets on the gingerbread house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R1_Yfex5jPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0CBK_1Qxc4w/s1600-h/DSC05290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143067334830296306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="259" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R1_Yfex5jPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0CBK_1Qxc4w/s320/DSC05290.JPG" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R1_Vo-x5jNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/G8_NvYsJuxU/s1600-h/DSC05308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143064199504170194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="253" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R1_Vo-x5jNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/G8_NvYsJuxU/s320/DSC05308.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vGeNQdZeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ISwskK1RLW4/s1600-h/DSC05309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146425221457995234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vGeNQdZeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ISwskK1RLW4/s320/DSC05309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vH1tQdZfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4huW211GAs8/s1600-h/DSC05310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146426724696548850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vH1tQdZfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4huW211GAs8/s320/DSC05310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the clearest pic i have of the bride and groom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The groom's my cousin(: The bride is from malaysia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they met in Aus(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R1_Tlex5jLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kJb5yj8kgcU/s1600-h/DSC05365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143061940351372466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R1_Tlex5jLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kJb5yj8kgcU/s320/DSC05365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My papa and mama:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vECtQdZbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nTD2XyE9ShI/s1600-h/DSC05349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146422549988337074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vECtQdZbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nTD2XyE9ShI/s320/DSC05349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my sisters(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R1_Stux5jKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qihGzq4ZtAY/s1600-h/DSC05343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143060982573665442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R1_Stux5jKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qihGzq4ZtAY/s320/DSC05343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i'm off to bed and tmr, go korea! (: Gotta get up and do some last minute packing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-7580649732483832074?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/7580649732483832074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=7580649732483832074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7580649732483832074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7580649732483832074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-finished-all-20jian-baos-whoo.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/R2vIYdQdZgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZttmX2Z8dxE/s72-c/IMG_0535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-3286498944870992735</id><published>2007-12-19T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:26:50.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Section Outing</title><content type='html'>HELLO. today we had our clarinet section outing :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went ice skating(((: we started with sectionals in e morning and then ice skating afterwards(: we had lots of fun. too bad the only people around were gary, elaine, shangeetha, jane, ian, singru, zul, chengtat and chengtat's brother. the other sec1s couldn't or didn't want to come. well. the rest were holiday-ing. It'd be so much more fun if everybody was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i fell once while ice skating. i think everybody fell, maybe except jane. lol. i'm not sure about the seniors haha. (: singru had difficulties ice skating! well, but he didn't give up(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian's so lame. the moment he shouts 'eh you cheater, how can you be faster than me', he falls. he fell many times, but not as many as singru did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jane's a pro too (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chengtat's brother was very helpful too, helping us, cos we were noobish at ice skating. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. it was a really fun day (: i'd look forward to more in future!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, while we were taking bus 12 home. There was this old indian man, who got onto the bus and started shouting at this woman who was sitting on the green colour seat (which is supposed to be given to the elderly to sit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was saying something like 'you're not supposed to sit here! etc etc, this seat is for the elderly!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really catch the beginning but he was really mean and tried chasing e woman away. btw, she's like.. in her 40s? 50s? AND, that stupid old indian man already got his GREEN seat! There's more than enough space OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old indian man then goes : 'You don't respect me! i am elderly! you are not supposed to sit here!' *in a very bossy and mean tone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the woman then claims that she's also counted an elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old indian man : 'Do you know who am i?! I am older than you! I was alive when the british was here!' (he said something like that la. canot rmb, but i know got british word de)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woman : 'So what if i'm younger? I'm still an elder, and i have the rights to sit here. Not everyone younger than you is not an elder. You are not being a gentleman.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old indian man : 'I dont care. you don't have respect for me, an elder. i am your elder! i am older than you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old indian man doesn't want to kind and let the lady sit there so he continues to argue with the poor woman who was carrying groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was rather peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. you bloody old indian man. ugly old man! the lady has equal rights as you ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, everybody was so shocked and started staring at them quarrel. They also bu shuang with the old man la. After that, a very very very very cute old couple came onto the bus. The woman gave up her seat for the cute old man who had difficulties walking(UNLIKE the dumb ugly old man who can't even afford to stand because he thinks he's disabled), this cute old man looks.. even older than e old meanie man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the old indian man paiseh liao lor. (: the cute old couple so sweeeeeeeeeeeet :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when old people are being disrespectful, WE have every right to not respect them. Some old people are just not worth being nice to. I hope i meet that stupid old man again on the bus. I hope i see him embarrass himself again by making such a big fuss over a green seat when there are others in e bus (: what an interesting bus trip i had today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sectioooooon oooooooooouting was fun fun fun!!:DDD sorry apparently i'm very high now. I love my section so badly(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-3286498944870992735?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/3286498944870992735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=3286498944870992735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3286498944870992735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3286498944870992735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/12/section-outing.html' title='Section Outing'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-3723013490807504844</id><published>2007-12-09T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T18:30:53.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting!</title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm back from genting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temasek wind ensemble went to genting for an international competition. They came back with a gold (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we couldn't believe it. At least I couldn't believe it. I thought we were going to get a bronze.. not a gold at all. I dont know what happened. Anyway(: yay! we got a gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting is so cold, omg, its so nice. You can just wear a jacket, and not sweat at all. Its just a hassle to bathe and to warm the bed. Its so ma fan la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did lots of shopping (: i was left with 2.90RM. hoho. Anyway, i really enjoyed the trip. Its nice being on a trip with the band, minus the few wallets that went missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, during the trip, we had 3 concerts : the opening ceremoney, friendship concert, and the closing ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NO IDEA WHY there were so many Chinese Orchestra performances. Not many of us know how to appreciate it, i can tell, cos almost everyone was talking away, or they just left half way (includ other school de la). Its rude, but hey, we can't take it anymore. lol. Only the closing ceremony's CO was gooooooood (: i liked that one a lot (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played for the closing ceremony((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was when they were announcing the results. They started with the bronze, then they went on to the silvers, then the golds. Of cos we thought that we would be gold, cos the bronze and silvers were already announced, and most of us were already screaming in joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, they suddenly went back to the silver/bronze( i really cant rmb). Then we were shocked and worried. lol. but we got gold in e end and everybody went crazy/mad. We were screaming, taking photos, yelling, while they were still announcing the results for the COs and Dance. haha. rude again. but.. haha. (: we're happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened during the genting trip.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the band members take this trip as a learning experience. They seemed to have really taken zat's words seriously. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya, sherina and nicholas, please take care of your health. Syahida, dont go on diets. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooh ya. the bus ride was so longgg. 5 minutes seemed like 15 minutes.... 30 minutes seemed like 60 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the trip back, walao, we had to go down the mountain, so the bus actually had to make a lot of turns. I swear i almost puked.. Someone please bless those motion sickness pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i'm glad to be back home in singapore (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my erjie's birthday plus my cousin's wedding. My family stayed at orchard hotel for the night and we shopped quite a bit. Omg, the hotel room was gorgeous, compared to genting's. First world hotel rooms are so tiny and small! but still nice la(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding dinner was fine, i found the food quite nice, but most ppl said it wasn't that great. However the dishes were mostly seafood (yum), so i kinda got itches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i bought a doll (: i dont know, the doll looked so cute, and sweet, so i bought it. (: she's just the prettiest doll ever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel girly. oh well. I better start doing my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-3723013490807504844?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/3723013490807504844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=3723013490807504844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3723013490807504844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3723013490807504844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/12/genting.html' title='Genting!'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-67895820350575142</id><published>2007-11-22T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:28:43.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks. Sucks so much.</title><content type='html'>The Practice Room 2007 is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know there were actually so few songs for the concert until it actually started and ended. Well, truthfully, it wasn't a good concert. We didn't play well. No, its not up to standard AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a very successful concert where at the end of it, my family members would excitedly tell me that it was actually a great performance and that they like it a lot. No, that hasn't happened yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that my section doesn't want to self prac. Chengtat and Jane brought home their clar, i know they will prac. The rest, i'm not too sure whether they brought theirs back. BUT, i know, IAN, NICHOLAS, INTAN, SYAHIDA, SAMANTHA, PRISCILLA never practise one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERINA and HYEMIN brings home their clar if i'm not wrong... most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZUL comes down, usually. Jingjie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, jj is always hiding away in the storeroom playing hp game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, only jj came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if i haven't sent you the recordings, TELL ME UR EMAIL. You all should listen to the 'music' we played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cos, the reason why they dont self prac is obviously why my section sucks. Lazy people dont get anywhere. If you noticed, you all are also part of the reason why the band sounds like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you all haven't noticed, Zat is starting to watch our section cos we sound disgusting. So, please dont be selfish and start practising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice all your 'dates' and 'outings' please, honeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-67895820350575142?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/67895820350575142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=67895820350575142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/67895820350575142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/67895820350575142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/11/sucks-sucks-so-much.html' title='Sucks. Sucks so much.'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-6570820377771853409</id><published>2007-11-16T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:41:52.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a naggy post..</title><content type='html'>Good evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the genting trip. But seriously, i'm not THAT excited. I've only been to genting once and i can't remember anything, except for the place we stayed, plus the fogs? clouds? mist? Up till today, i still dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was THAT long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, i have no idea what the trip would be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i bought my top for the concert with shermaine and weiyang, finally. hoho. I really hope the concert will make the audiences happy. I dont want it to be like the esplanade concert... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better work hard on my solo. I hope i'm loud enough. I hope zat won't get angry with the music. I hope the band will become VERY GOOD players. I hope they will work hard, which obviously they aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i make my section work harder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: How can i make sam push more! HOW? She thinks its the most she can push, when i believe she's not pushing at all. She's worried about her little 'solo' zat asked her to play for omi. How can i help her. She's weak in reading notes, rhythm, tongueing, etc. Hmm. headache.. Sam, please work on all these areas. ALSO, WATCH YOUR POSTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul: How can i help zul. Zul, you have to work on your tone! Dont push too much. This implies to intan too. Zul work on your tongueing too. Finger coordination too! Don't overblow. Don't keep playing non-stop. You must also rest your lips at time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chengtat: Dont worry. I'll get you a FIRST clar part for the march concert.(: You must prac your rhythm a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherina: you are getting better. Everyone thinks so. So, don't be so worried about having to play first clar. You can do it. But of cos, don't think you're good enough. You still have to continue practising hard! Eh, also, LEARN HOW TO READ NOTES FASTER. (this implies to EVERYONE) Improve your sight reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: You have to work on your tongueing. You already have a nice tone. But you still have to practise! I dont see you practising! Work on your trills too for kawano. I can HEAR the KEYS moving. P.S. DONT SLOUCH! Sit straight. When the chair is facing north, your body will be sitting in the north-east direction. (this is just an example)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla: Work on your tone! Do long tones. Push more air! practise tongueing. You have to push more air cos you're soft, and i bet you take some time to get a note out sometimes. Play with sherina, nich, jane, or anyone with a nice tone. Try and copy their tones! Get a thick, warm and dark tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Work on high notes, around the high F and above! Tongueing too. Hmm. and probably the coordination of your fingers too. Use the clarinet schoolbook. Other than those i think you're alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye Min: Aiyo. Why suddenly become so soft ah.. Watch your posture la! Don't slouch! Work on tongueing. Also, dont forget to work on your higher notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing Jie: POSTURE! lol. Also, work on your tongueing ar. Your tongue is very weak. Your tone is alright, but can be better! Practise your SCALES and CHROMATS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahida: You are soft. Push more! work on your higher notes too! Tongueing too! hmm.. and your finger coordination. Remember to keep your fingers close to the keys when not in use. Use clarinet schoolbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intan: Don't overblow! This is very important. Cos you got LOTS of air! Work on your tongueing. Learn how to read notes faster. You can use SBT or Clarinet schoolbook. Work on finger coordination too in clarinet schoolbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Please number your bars! PRACTISE TOO. I NEVER SEE YOU PRACTISING (: Work on your rhythm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singru: LOL. You're okay. But i dont see your practising. If you can, practise the exercises in sbt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not all of them will read my blog.. But if they do, at least it'll help, i hope. (: I wonder why i'm typed all these out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-6570820377771853409?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/6570820377771853409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=6570820377771853409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/6570820377771853409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/6570820377771853409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-evening.html' title='What a naggy post..'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-2964423117658748036</id><published>2007-11-11T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:02:24.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays holidays holidays.</title><content type='html'>Band concert is so soon! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tuesday is my parents' anniversary! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr i'm having sectionals! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sec fours are coming back this week! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i supposed to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pass up bio hw on the 15th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do this individual ss project by the end of this month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what the hell homeostasis is about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell my brain cells are suffering just by reading the first few pages of homeostasis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 20 jian baos to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still chemistry proj to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much bio hw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much chinese hw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-2964423117658748036?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/2964423117658748036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=2964423117658748036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/2964423117658748036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/2964423117658748036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/11/holidays-holidays-holidays.html' title='Holidays holidays holidays.'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-8776303711968044472</id><published>2007-11-03T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T01:41:32.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wonder what would my life be like if i'm still staying in kovan. I wouldn't be in twe anymore and I wouldn't have met so many wonderful people. Maybe if i didn't move, i wouldn't even know these people exist, and actually those people i will meet in my other secondary school would be those wonderful people. okay. this is difficult to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fate, is so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've totally stopped contacting my primary school friends. There's seriously nothing much to talk about. Also, everyone have their own lives to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really want to know what it's like, to have a primary school friend in the same class with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to move. Start a whole new life. Meet new people. Make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;To my dear clarinettists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's band prac was not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tested my section omisoka bars 31,41,95, or is it, 32,42,95...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE BY ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By testing them, and knowing that zat already wanted these parts to be ready, i would know whether they have practised or not. Since, this whole week, the only people who came down to practise was zul and sherina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cos, if my section members couldn't play well for those parts, i would have every rights to punish them. The sec 1s could play quite well, especially sherina. I could tell some really did practise, but not enough. But some.. yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the punishment would work. I hope they will start practising more. Since its holidays, they have to come down. I want to go to the extremes, but i worry its too much for them. But i think i will still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope no more of my section members will say 'i going out with friends', 'my parents dont allow', 'i going out with family', 'i'm busy', 'i can't', 'i got tuition' (most common), etc, when i'm going to ask for sectionals. Exams are OVER, god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can have as many outings, tuitions anytime after the concert and the competition. But now, time is running short, i really want them to realise how badly i want to have sectionals, with EVERYONE AROUND, even though zat says that individuals is more important for clarinets. But since they dont do individuals, I want to test them, i want to know how they've been practising, i want to scold those who don't. But i doubt scolding would work. I'll just have to think of more ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zat is right, because our school is in the area where almost everyone is rich, everyone is just spoilt. What's so good about going out to shop, eat, play? Don't your have a goal in life? Don't your want to be a good player? Don't your wish your had a good tone? Don't your wish your could prove to Zat that your can actually be a good player? Why stop here. Why complain. Why don't your reflect? Your may feel sad that Zat says we're weak, but do i see your come down to self prac all these while? Maybe because school is over, and your are having a holiday, that's why your see no point travelling to school just to self prac. Ok, then bring home your clar to prac! the only person i know who brought home his clar this week is chengtat. If i'm not wrong, Chengtat is the only one i didn't punish today. Must your be forced, then your will come down? If that's the only way, by all means. Since i've never been strict on your, i shall. I really want your to be good players. I was a very weak player once too. I've also been picked on before. I wanted to cry, but since mr glosz insists that females are weaker, why should i let him be happy that he's 'theory' is 'right'. I also liked to hide behind my seniors. But after yixiong broke his leg and couldn't come for band, i couldn't hide anymore. I had to play first clar alone for a performance. I was soft and i didn't play well, but it did make me want to have a better tone badly. I hated yixiong for it, but it was only for that period. It did make me a better player compared to last time. Maybe I and Jane and Chengtat should go break our legs, then your will be embarrassed and learn to blow louder and be determined to have a better tone and skills so that your wouldn't be embarrassed anymore. I'm partly at fault so i dont think i want to continue making the same mistake. Please change for the better. I know your dont feel good when people are actually utterly disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's the school's open house. I hope the ensemble will go well! It's nice to know that we managed to play the piece in just one week, even though its not perfect, it's still a sense of achievement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-8776303711968044472?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/8776303711968044472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=8776303711968044472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/8776303711968044472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/8776303711968044472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/11/sometimes-i-wonder-what-would-my-life.html' title='Frustrations'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-8730445254352363211</id><published>2007-10-29T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:18:34.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Exams are killing me</title><content type='html'>Right now, i'm so stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reached home, less than 2 hours ago, and i'm still so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had that planetcrush talk. It was about hackers and porn. Well, i was already very tired today, i was practically falling asleep during the talk, plus during lessons too. IM SO TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worse of all, we received much much more chinese practice papers today, and the exam is this wed! HOW AM I GOING TO FINISH EVERYTHING? ARE THEY CRAZY? WHATS THEIR PROBLEM! Just looking at it makes me feel weak already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is all clogged up and i think its already dead. I'm so stressed. I already feel so discouraged by my final term exam hcl paper.. i hope i can improve from an F9 to an A2! at least an A2! OMG. i nv got an A2 or even a B3 in secondary school, i hope and pray so badly that i'll do well this time.. It seems so tough, i feel so worried and scared. I really want my chinese to improve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, sam keeps asking me to go for band tmr, at least for a while cos she's worried, and i'm worried too, that my section will get into trouble. But i trust them. If they did practise, they wouldn't have much problems with zat. I'll just pray somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been smsing a lot these few weeks. Esp smsing my section. I know i shouldn't be complaining, but my hp bill isn't pretty, neither are my parents' faces. I just hope i can burn my hp one day. It'll be a beautiful sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-8730445254352363211?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/8730445254352363211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=8730445254352363211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/8730445254352363211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/8730445254352363211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/10/chinese-exams-are-killing-me.html' title='Chinese Exams are killing me'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-2800693307990339995</id><published>2007-10-28T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:53:28.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Chalet</title><content type='html'>I just had my class chalet from fri to sunday. It was very fun. lolol. I left on saturday night and i seriously lacked sleep. After that i slept from 12am to 1pm. hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate so much junk food and there wasn't any water! only sweet drinks. The bbq was gooood. The satay was heavenly! omg! ITS SO TASTY! Me and steffi ate 3 stingrays and meiyoke ate another 3! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also watched 200pounds beauty, The ring(angmoh de la) and ju-on. I think it was ju-on 2.. i dont know. lol... norman cried while watching 200 pounds beauty. haha! We were all quite freaked out while watching the ring at some parts. and ju-on just had no proper storyline and we didn't know what was happening. Ju-on freaked me out... Now i'm still scared haha! I'm too scared to even blog about what it's about. But its so interesting. oh god.. what am i talking.. Worse, Geraldo said it was boring! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steffi was so freaky lol. She kept eating non-stop. Omg. lol! She has a even bigger appetite than me! She's a pro. lol. And for some reason, she was very very high on saturday. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bonded with my classmates and im really happy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today i finished 4 compos! omg! ahah! i was supposed to attend a wedding dinner, but since i woke up at 1, and started doing hw at only 5, i really couldn't make it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for the first time in my life, i finished a titration practical question! (the one mrs ang gave during the talk). im praying so badly that my ans would be correct, for the first time! (((((: PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. You know, Geraldo was the most outstanding person from my class (followed by yuan song and felicia). When mr sara announced that, nobody stood up from my class, because Geraldo was late! LOL. What a wonderful outstanding person he is. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually he thought that school starts at 7.55(cos of the time table). He told me the day before cause i asked. But then i went to bathe, then i came back and asked felicia online. She told me 7.25 just to be safe. By then geraldo went offline alr and i couldn't contact him! LOL. then it just slipped off my mind and the next day i saw geraldo standing at the basketball court. His FIRST time late. LOL. i feel guilty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-2800693307990339995?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/2800693307990339995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=2800693307990339995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/2800693307990339995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/2800693307990339995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/10/class-chalet.html' title='Class Chalet'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-555946878053878748</id><published>2007-10-19T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:44:28.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I think its crap when teachers say your marks will show it if you study hard. Almost everybody studied hard, but why are our marks like that? You have no rights to say that we didn't study hard just because our marks are like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody would be happy if they hadn't gotten good marks. I feel so guilty towards my chinese tuition teacher. I'm having tuition tmr, i got no face to see her sia.. We worked so hard so that i can achieve better marks, yet i deproved to a pathetic total mark of 32. So Sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the aircons went off during band prac, and we had to open the windows for ventilation. We were all sweating like mad. Then a bee flew in. We were amazed by it. Luckily we could turn on 2 aircons in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but i wasn't in a good mood when i reached home. I was like.. erm.. emo? haha. Maybe its because of my results. I dont know. And now i feel sick. Maybe i'm just tired. I hate coughing right now, after my cough the other time, whenever i cough now, i will feel like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today was the school clean up, and i had to clean 04-01. omg. There was this red transparent liquid on a table and we were all disgusted. We had a hard time moving it to the rubbish bag. We guessed it was some syrup. It spilt onto the floor. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired right now, i cant think straight, so ya... goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-555946878053878748?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/555946878053878748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=555946878053878748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/555946878053878748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/555946878053878748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-3683959335721483222</id><published>2007-10-18T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:22:03.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RxdWp0EYW9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/xKjRFiAVRkY/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122658377508871122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RxdWp0EYW9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/xKjRFiAVRkY/s320/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daddy! Yesterday was his birthday and we went out to eat! We ate chili crab and pepper crab! yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't my daddy look so cute? Dinner was A LOT, so you can see his tummy :) [ps, his tummy is already big!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The orange blouse and blue singlet are both presents for him! haha. Happy Birthday Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Typing is so much easier than writing. If i wrote, i'd keep forgetting what i wanted to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My results aren't good. ITS BAD. I only have one A and its an A2. I have one F9, which is chinese. I can't believe i scored 14.5/70 for my compo! I feel so guilty towards my tuition teacher. I only have two Bs, and three Cs so far. I feel damn sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-3683959335721483222?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/3683959335721483222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=3683959335721483222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3683959335721483222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3683959335721483222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/10/papas-birthday.html' title='Papa&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RxdWp0EYW9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/xKjRFiAVRkY/s72-c/DSC00277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-7849932167910321109</id><published>2007-10-15T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:30:45.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squash!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i went to play squash with my family! Woooo. Now my muscles are aching. Squash is fun! But i'm bad at it. I love being with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i'm going on holiday! To korea! No, not now, december ((:  I hope korea's fun. I always wanted to go to korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i sound happy? So many things have happened these few weeks, both happy and unhappy things. Haha. Anyway, Wednesday is my PAPA's birthday! ((((((((:&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 must be happy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-7849932167910321109?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/7849932167910321109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=7849932167910321109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7849932167910321109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7849932167910321109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/10/squash.html' title='Squash!'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-6651700203104700161</id><published>2007-10-12T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:26:45.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>me and my elder sister &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/Rw-DkhAEdzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rIiHWVca454/s1600-h/DSC03631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120455964700735282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/Rw-DkhAEdzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rIiHWVca454/s320/DSC03631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams are finally over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't be happier. I hope i don't fail any subjects even though i think i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can finally play my sims2 bon voyage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more studying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I studied so much i had headaches for a few days. Haha. I think i lacked sleep and there were too much to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't do one whole C question for Bio and for Physics. may god bless me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-6651700203104700161?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/6651700203104700161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=6651700203104700161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/6651700203104700161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/6651700203104700161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/Rw-DkhAEdzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rIiHWVca454/s72-c/DSC03631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-1097197856432289445</id><published>2007-09-04T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:26:47.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIRSPRAY</title><content type='html'>today i went to watch Hairspray with shermaine, russell, clayton, zat and weiyang. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. Hairspray is very nice! seriously. its so cute. i like the way they dress in the movie. the guys' hair are so niceee, not forgetting their clothes too. the songs are VERY nice. it IS VERY VERY nice. omgomgomg. i like the feeling after watching a movie. i tend to like every movie i watch. god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's band practice was good, very good. i can't believe we actually did so many songs in just one day, and zat was pretty much in a good mood. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another unforgettable day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-1097197856432289445?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/1097197856432289445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=1097197856432289445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1097197856432289445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/1097197856432289445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/09/hairspray.html' title='HAIRSPRAY'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-6522932716113379208</id><published>2007-09-03T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:21:40.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. today is a tiring day. i woke up at 10 to go buy stuffs for e 2v class gathering today. it's not easy to host a gathering (that's what i learnt). i came home at 12 plus, and i started to clean up my room. my sis says its a miracle. i agree. anyway, i also vacuumed my entire house. omg. now i know why i love vacuuming. it sucks up all the freaky stuffs i don't want to touch with my own hands, eg dead insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was nice to see everyone again, just that.. girls stick to each other while boys stick to each other. well, not much communication there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice hosting the gathering. i didn't mix much with them. it was difficult to, since we didn't see each other for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad no one complained about anything. (: everyone's still so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to sleeping. i wonder what dream i'll dream tonight.  dreams are nice. (: everything that's unrealistic happens there. anyway, goodnight. sweet dreams everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-6522932716113379208?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/6522932716113379208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=6522932716113379208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/6522932716113379208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/6522932716113379208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-106200181299764581</id><published>2007-07-31T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:15:25.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$</title><content type='html'>today the school went to amk hub to break 2 records. SINGAPORE records. the tallest house of cards and the most number of chocolate breaks. I THINK its these. lol. we looked so noob in the red 'break of charity' shirts. the whole school was like going for some national day parade or were at least kiasu enough to celebrate national day so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it was fun lah.. especially when you sit so freaking far front and get to see the President so close up. he looked old, unlike the photos we have in every school in singapore. we managed to raise $30,000 dollars for the President's Challenge and hmm.. i guess it was all worth it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going door to door to sell tickets really wasn't enjoyable. especially when i only managed to sell 2.. out of 2 blocks. everybody just chased us away and half of them practically couldn't be bothered to open their door. what a pleasant experience it was (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after breaking the records, and looking at the president, i went to macs with jen. we started off a little dead but after that we were gossipping away. i guess its just what girls do. it was fun. haha. and really tiring.. it was quite a long way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i just finished my dinner like.. 5 seconds ago. yummy. thanks daddy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm going to go do homework now. its been an interesting day i guess. cos i'm actually blogging about it. wow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-106200181299764581?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/106200181299764581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=106200181299764581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/106200181299764581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/106200181299764581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='$$$'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-7368086082715861907</id><published>2007-07-25T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:07:01.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god. Blogging is so boring. As you can see, i haven't been updating for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, we had dsa auditioning. It was fun. I didn't get to see how the audition when though. There's audition again tomorrow. I cant wait. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm listening to Oldies. omg. Its so nice (: My fav oldie CD. hoho. Its so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet everyone is feeling stressed, thanks to the 3 ss essays we have to do. Its so freaking hard. I'm going to start on one.. at least i think i am. I have to actually or i'll never finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, russell was so funny. We were using zat's laptop and he went to change his picture to some dog. Then he was worried zat will be mad so he went to find that same pic of zat, but all his pictures looked almost the same so he just picked one out ramdomly, and duh, zat knew its a different pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die la. So much work lor. I cant even get started on ss. I just want to spend my time in band and at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for november concert and the competition in genting. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-7368086082715861907?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/7368086082715861907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=7368086082715861907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7368086082715861907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7368086082715861907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-7488492165235511804</id><published>2007-06-05T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T01:30:55.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>band dinner'07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWby5oLhKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iOjCymgBQrw/s1600-h/DSC03167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072631854067844258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWby5oLhKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iOjCymgBQrw/s320/DSC03167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aah. shangeetha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWbeZoLhII/AAAAAAAAAD8/Hujh5wjDV9Q/s1600-h/DSC03160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072631501880525954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWbeZoLhII/AAAAAAAAAD8/Hujh5wjDV9Q/s320/DSC03160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and yixiong hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWbepoLhJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UOVbFVttc40/s1600-h/DSC03159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072631506175493266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWbepoLhJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UOVbFVttc40/s320/DSC03159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; first clarinets! xD gonna miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWaoJoLhGI/AAAAAAAAADs/uRhA-DOrTdQ/s1600-h/DSC03163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072630569872622690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWaoJoLhGI/AAAAAAAAADs/uRhA-DOrTdQ/s320/DSC03163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWaoZoLhHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdsLBWY3sYs/s1600-h/DSC03162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072630574167590002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWaoZoLhHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HdsLBWY3sYs/s320/DSC03162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWZTpoLhEI/AAAAAAAAADc/pUyjMAfSzLA/s1600-h/DSC03154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072629118173676610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWZTpoLhEI/AAAAAAAAADc/pUyjMAfSzLA/s320/DSC03154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the four beautiful ladies. (((:&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWZT5oLhFI/AAAAAAAAADk/_fiKsPrOfco/s1600-h/DSC03155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072629122468643922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWZT5oLhFI/AAAAAAAAADk/_fiKsPrOfco/s320/DSC03155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clarinets clarinets clarinets clarinets clarinets clarinets clarinets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWYtpoLhCI/AAAAAAAAADM/JKuWN7KILqA/s1600-h/DSC03134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072628465338647586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWYtpoLhCI/AAAAAAAAADM/JKuWN7KILqA/s320/DSC03134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWYt5oLhDI/AAAAAAAAADU/qV9hKGN0o3Y/s1600-h/DSC03136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072628469633614898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWYt5oLhDI/AAAAAAAAADU/qV9hKGN0o3Y/s320/DSC03136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the four leaders sang. you should have heard them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWXrpoLhAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EXYH_IYYLrY/s1600-h/DSC03150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072627331467281410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWXrpoLhAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EXYH_IYYLrY/s320/DSC03150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mr eng has the longest sock of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWXr5oLhBI/AAAAAAAAADE/bfpN9DCwx5Y/s1600-h/DSC03151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072627335762248722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWXr5oLhBI/AAAAAAAAADE/bfpN9DCwx5Y/s320/DSC03151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and he won..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWRXpoLg7I/AAAAAAAAACU/lcMoD-fOrxQ/s1600-h/DSC03122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072620390800130994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWRXpoLg7I/AAAAAAAAACU/lcMoD-fOrxQ/s320/DSC03122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWNaJoLg5I/AAAAAAAAACE/orHFaPxqFBM/s1600-h/DSC03112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072616035703292818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWNaJoLg5I/AAAAAAAAACE/orHFaPxqFBM/s320/DSC03112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; POPcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWNaZoLg6I/AAAAAAAAACM/XFrLIHZzDNU/s1600-h/DSC03113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072616039998260130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWNaZoLg6I/AAAAAAAAACM/XFrLIHZzDNU/s320/DSC03113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWLppoLg4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/J9wc-0tnPy8/s1600-h/DSC03104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072614102968009602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWLppoLg4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/J9wc-0tnPy8/s320/DSC03104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lol. all emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWKTpoLg2I/AAAAAAAAABs/eLdGX01DL7c/s1600-h/DSC03083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072612625499259746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWKTpoLg2I/AAAAAAAAABs/eLdGX01DL7c/s320/DSC03083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWJtZoLg0I/AAAAAAAAABc/wobi8Rsukoo/s1600-h/DSC03087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072611968369263426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWJtZoLg0I/AAAAAAAAABc/wobi8Rsukoo/s320/DSC03087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWJtpoLg1I/AAAAAAAAABk/L-TEham4LJw/s1600-h/DSC03088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072611972664230738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWJtpoLg1I/AAAAAAAAABk/L-TEham4LJw/s320/DSC03088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWHipoLgyI/AAAAAAAAABM/QQl8zwzkXEQ/s1600-h/DSC03079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072609584662414114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWHipoLgyI/AAAAAAAAABM/QQl8zwzkXEQ/s320/DSC03079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; toilet toilet toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWHjpoLgzI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yw6ubvA8_bA/s1600-h/DSC03082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072609601842283314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWHjpoLgzI/AAAAAAAAABU/Yw6ubvA8_bA/s320/DSC03082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWFKJoLgwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vs2baZkFw9E/s1600-h/DSC03105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072606964732363522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWFKJoLgwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vs2baZkFw9E/s320/DSC03105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWFLZoLgxI/AAAAAAAAABE/TBgP1FzgB78/s1600-h/DSC03109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072606986207200018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWFLZoLgxI/AAAAAAAAABE/TBgP1FzgB78/s320/DSC03109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWEFpoLguI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IZIYKrUCxq4/s1600-h/DSC03103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072605787911324386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWEFpoLguI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IZIYKrUCxq4/s320/DSC03103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWEF5oLgvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/K3c4B64y3qY/s1600-h/DSC03101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072605792206291698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWEF5oLgvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/K3c4B64y3qY/s320/DSC03101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lookie lookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWC9poLgsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RkXqFOYNEMo/s1600-h/DSC03098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072604550960743106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWC9poLgsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RkXqFOYNEMo/s320/DSC03098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWC95oLgtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IMjiVpMm8ss/s1600-h/DSC03099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072604555255710418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWC95oLgtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IMjiVpMm8ss/s320/DSC03099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmV_Y5oLgqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2_Bm5dHkFqc/s1600-h/DSC03093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072600621065667234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmV_Y5oLgqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2_Bm5dHkFqc/s320/DSC03093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmV_ZJoLgrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CtOm18TDZVg/s1600-h/DSC03097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072600625360634546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmV_ZJoLgrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CtOm18TDZVg/s320/DSC03097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the juniors look great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-7488492165235511804?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/7488492165235511804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=7488492165235511804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7488492165235511804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7488492165235511804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/06/band-dinner07.html' title='band dinner&apos;07'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dPi1RWW7ejg/RmWby5oLhKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/iOjCymgBQrw/s72-c/DSC03167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-7101989058724858963</id><published>2007-05-29T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:16:32.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes.im bored of blogging already.i'm finally back in singapore (: and this camp has made me realise how much i love the toilets in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: returned from pahang. cave was so fun please.shermaine kena-ed a leech in the toilet.abseiling was exciting.nightwalk was lame.solo drop was quite disappointing yet exciting before it began.the toilet was fun.there were big insects,small insects,green insects,gigantic moths,big black insects,dead insects,a big lizard,a normal lizard.how interesting can your trip to the toilet be?(: the floor was painful to the butt.the food was quite good.the trainers were really nice and funny.shooting rapids was quite fun.canopy walk was erm..freaky.the caves were so beautiful.the 54 stairs were tiring and annoying.its been so many years since i went to malaysia.the bats were so cute.the baby bats were even cuter.i learnt how to make sounds with a leaf.i didn't kena any leeches.i didn't see any snakes.i didn't get sunburnt.my torch broke.there were no campfires.i made many new friends.my group won the group cheer even though it was rather last minute.GO GROUP D! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so lame, the cheer. the guys had to do pumping in our cheer and star jumps lol. and they were like 'what does pumping have to do with cheering?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was kinda hurting their ego and their pride. lol. cos it was so gay. but still it was entertaining. anyway they were happy when we won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a E ! (fangying) &lt;strong&gt;'E!' (we shout and take turns to form the letters as the boys do their pumping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;give me a X! &lt;strong&gt;'X!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a P! &lt;strong&gt;'P!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;give me a L! &lt;strong&gt;'L!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a O! &lt;strong&gt;'O!&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;give me a R! &lt;strong&gt;'R!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a E! &lt;strong&gt;'E!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a R! &lt;strong&gt;'R!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a S! &lt;strong&gt;'S!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so what does it give you? &lt;strong&gt;'explorers' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say what? &lt;strong&gt;'EXPLORERS'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;louder! &lt;strong&gt;'EXPLORERS!!!!'&lt;/strong&gt; (the guys do a star jump)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o EXPLORERS!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaay. that's the cheer that won the competition! whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's zat's birthday! haha. we sang a birthday song for him. and he was like where's my present where's my ipod. lol. happy birthday zat!!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itsuki is so nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my L1R5 is 21.. lol. but who cares lol. im proud that i passed my combine humanities with a freaking C5 and i got A2 for my emaths and A1 for my amaths! i'm SO proud of my maths (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you. i love amaths (: i'm gonna try to win min han. though its quite impossible, its still challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cos i failed my hcl. i got an E8. thats alr quite good and im quite satisfied because i didn't study lol. the only subject that i didn't study. didn't have the mood anymore. exam mood was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-7101989058724858963?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/7101989058724858963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=7101989058724858963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7101989058724858963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/7101989058724858963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/05/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-9085382648810526169</id><published>2007-05-18T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:29:52.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>midyrs are finally over.</title><content type='html'>Mid years are finally over. Pahang camp is next week and i haven't bought my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed all my subjects EXCEPT hcl. i got 24/110 for my paper 2. but i didn't get f9 for the overall for hcl. i got 40/100. the principal even talked to our batch about how lousy we all scored for the mid year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i passed my amaths with an A2 and emaths with an A1. i dont think i got anymore As. my sciences were all C-B grades. Combine humanities was a C6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. today was the first band prac after mid years. i'm going crazy. my section is too big to handle. and my juniors always dont come down to practise! i'm always strict with them when i can because.. i have to. AND today 2 of my juniors quitted band. well, i dont miss them, i'm glad they left, thats the truth, and its good they left. they weren't very cooperative anyway. i'm not really in favour of those who quite band. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my other juniors practise well while we are gone for the pahang camp. i'll miss my beautiful home and my bed AND my toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, i was on my way home. Well, i met this lady i really erm.. felt disgusted of. i can't believe she stays in the same condo as me.. what a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not slim, neither is she really really really really obese, but she just has REALLY thick and large thighs i guess. its just her attitude, or character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was walking behind me with on the phone(those that's on the ear so u somehow think that person is talking to him/herself), well.. she was talking really loud and she sounded very proud, selfish and unfriendly. but she was talking to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since I such a good girl, i opened the gate for myself and waiting for her to come so that she need not open the gate again. hmm. looking at her walk so uglily (cos her thighs are out of shape) didn't make me disgusted, but when she freaking walked past me and didn't even say thank you, i did, and i had to HOLD the gate for her all the way. usually that person would be paiseh and run foward to hold the gate for him/herself(more polite la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. then she walked in front of me. she walks like a duck please. when people walk, their legs are usually straight, but hers bends outwards like a duck. she just can't keep her thighs close together. i didn't think so much abt her physical appearance at first but i was just mad at her. and she took it as though i didn't even existed cos she didn't even look at me in the eye when I was nice enough to help her hold the gate. i felt so unappreciated and insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i suddenly realised why she didn't seem like she was married. she should realise it herself. people who dont thank others for what they have done shouldn't be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today's sectionals was fun (: SO fun. blogging is so boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-9085382648810526169?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/9085382648810526169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=9085382648810526169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/9085382648810526169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/9085382648810526169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/05/midyrs-are-finally-over.html' title='midyrs are finally over.'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-3430447414537545417</id><published>2007-04-12T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:57:37.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF</title><content type='html'>we got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;silver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for syf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;everyone was sad. everyone cried. everyone was shocked. we looked so foward to getting a gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;still, we all thought we had put up a great performance. people enjoyed our music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i really wonder what the judges are thinking, i cant wait to look at their comments. we really want to know why we only got a silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;actually we're not supposed to care so much about what medal we get, but from a gold with honours to a silver is just too much for us i guess. also, we worked so so hard. and we just dont want to be despised by glosz and his bands.. we can play equally well too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;many schools didn't do very well too. anyway, the most shocking results is that swiss cottage got gold... and we weren't impressed with their music. even victoria played better than them and they got silver too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think we're all gonna be affected with such demoralising results. whats the judges freakin problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when they announced that our school had silver, we were like.. 'what?..' and we just stoned. i think we were all waiting for the guy to say 'uh, sorry, there was a mistake, temasek has gotten gold'. but no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then a few schools after ours, they announced another school, 'silver' again. and they were like 'YAY! silver! silver!' and they started hugging each other and crying tears of joy beside us and we were like 'whats ur prob?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;urgh.. just so unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today, i almost died after running 2.4 . thanks steffi, for saving my life! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anyway, good job for syf everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;got to continue touching people with our music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thanks sec 4s for being such great seniors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lastly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thanks zat, for everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we're all glad to have you as our conductor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-3430447414537545417?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/3430447414537545417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=3430447414537545417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3430447414537545417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/3430447414537545417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/04/syf.html' title='SYF'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-5583098558997522337</id><published>2007-03-29T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:21:49.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my darling</title><content type='html'>SYF IS JUST NEXT NEXT MONDAY! xDDD GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a band exchange programme this sat at xinmin secondary! with many many many many bands. hopefully i'll get to see my old pri sch friends. and xinmin sec is in hougang! my old house! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna give away the hamster to marcus. and im gonna be an angry girl. im gonna be mad. im gonna miss my hamster a lot. i love her so much. how can she stand being so cute, yet she cant choose the right place to shit sometimes? she always shits in her own drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hamster has grown fatter and bigger and cuter. and like always, she has never biten me. and she likes to shit and pee while i wash the cage, so she shits and pee on the cardboard box and i have to clean it up everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy watching her sleep. and at night when she starts running like crazy on the wheel, its just so nice. it makes me feel good. i feel as though im not the only one who's awake in this room while my little sister is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have much time to play with her. i only carried her on my hand once, when i first got her. she was my birthday present from shermaine and my seniors. i was very happy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have no choice but to give her away, surely shermaine will be sad. she was e one who bought it.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll miss my little darling a lot once she's gone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-5583098558997522337?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/5583098558997522337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=5583098558997522337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/5583098558997522337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/5583098558997522337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-darling.html' title='my darling'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-6429910497782273678</id><published>2007-03-26T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:37:59.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just love my class so much. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-6429910497782273678?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/6429910497782273678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=6429910497782273678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/6429910497782273678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/6429910497782273678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-love-my-class-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-4097638401581696951</id><published>2007-03-22T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:00:27.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its such a bother to write a title.</title><content type='html'>today, two of my classmates' stuffs were stolen either during recess or chem prac. eh. how can they do that? almost the whole back row bag kena searched. luckily i was sitting on 2nd last row. but they're all so sad.. and i'm sad too. in fact everybody's sad. tamade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school better do something about all the stolen stuffs bcos, like everyone knows, many ppl have been losing their stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i've got to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-4097638401581696951?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/4097638401581696951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=4097638401581696951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/4097638401581696951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/4097638401581696951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/03/freakin-thief.html' title='its such a bother to write a title.'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-117267314163510084</id><published>2007-02-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T17:59:00.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf is approaching. we're all freaking out, i think. but we're improving! jia you! we can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all so busy. i left my physics paper half empty. i totally blanked out. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. life's still the same. tests... homework... lessons... and more tests.. more homework.. and more lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i love my class. so going to school isn't a bore. i got my honeys to keep me company. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today andrew ryan played badminton with mr ho. ahaha. so funny. hahaha. andrew seemed like a better player. and xinyi(my honey!) kept making fun of mr ho. fun pe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roy's birthday passed. we bought him a pink astrocats puzzle! for 3+ years old. hoho. and also a cute photo frame. roy.. you better play the puzzle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things happened.. i can't remember them. hmm. i'm in baking! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. the school better open the gate to the second floor locker in the morning. how can they be so inconsiderate. urgh. what's their freaking problem? what's wrong with going to classrooms in e morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just want to go locker ar... why make us walk one big round around e school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess they just have nothing better to do. i feel like confronting them. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the seniors are leaving after syf/speech day. ouch. that means.. i'll be the section leader.. omg.......... i'm gonna be a naggy section leader. ahahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. blogging is boring. lol. i'm bored. anway, good luck everyone.. for syf! and for all performances! (:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-117267314163510084?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/117267314163510084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=117267314163510084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/117267314163510084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/117267314163510084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hmm-sky-is-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-117093968032457415</id><published>2007-02-08T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:03:38.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since i've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been stressing out these few weeks. i keep forgetting there's hw or forgetting to bring some things. i just can't focus. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band. band helps to calm me down after a long stressful day in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lockers. why is the gate to the 2nd floor lockers locked? including those other gates except the staff room one and the spiral de. have to walk one big round u know? stupid, and mr sara doesn't even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not used going to school. i wish i could just sleep at home everyday, or go for band everyday. but my class is nice. everyone's nice in my class. everyone's happy and friendly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what i wanted to blog about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml's cross country. 3.5km. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today! today my cousin's wife gave birth!!!!!! BABY!!!! BAAABY! YES! (: congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybabybaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was ww sectionals today! there's band prac tml! there's band prac on sat!! yes! its a busy year, but its worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get A2 for my chinese this year. please please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i really forget what to blog about. but life's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-117093968032457415?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/117093968032457415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=117093968032457415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/117093968032457415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/117093968032457415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-long-time-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-116878601650651405</id><published>2007-01-14T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:46:56.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's school time!</title><content type='html'>happy new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its school time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has of cos.. begun. and i like my new class. 3u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 2007 and syf's coming. we're all so stressed out now. anyway, zat complimented us on friday. after that, everyone was very high. so, yeah, happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, i bet the teachers are so excited that it's a new year, they give so much bloody homework to excite us too. but it's not helping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lacking sleep, because i dont get sufficient sleep in a row. after reaching home from school, i sleep, because i'm so exhausted. then i wake up before dinner and i eat. after eating i chiong hw and watch some tv till 11 or 12 plus, then i take about half an hour to get ready for bed. then i go to sleep and wake up at either 6 or 5.40 to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i come home late after band. so i eat my dinner then i'll be so full i fall asleep and then i'll grow fat (which hasn't happened yet). then i wake up before 10 and chiong my hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my new chinese teacher.. i do not understand her handwriting. and she speaks so fast, i can't take it. and she thinks we know what she wants us to do when we're actually not her students from last year who graduated to sec 3. i mean there are some, but there are those who still aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she's nice and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got mdm sabina this year.. again.. at least better than mrs verma, but still, i do not like their english lessons. they bore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep yawning in class.. that's a bad sign. i need sleep. and lesss homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just went to the gym today with my mum. its been a long long time since i've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is coming. its on the&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21st of january.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got my locker already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-116878601650651405?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116878601650651405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=116878601650651405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116878601650651405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116878601650651405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-school-time.html' title='it&apos;s school time!'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-116669937494218257</id><published>2006-12-21T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:26:38.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Première</title><content type='html'>its over. IT's ALL OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their backstage's real nice and big. it reminds me of a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the stage, the esplanade hall doesn't look that big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their changing rooms are comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their chairs are comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their toilets in e changing rooms are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performance was great. at least that's what some of us think. my eldest sister, on e other hand, thought we didn't sound that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said that we played very well while mr b conducted us and not well when zat did. she said zat and benny can't conduct.. she said we didn't choose very interesting songs and my sisters almost went crazy listening to olympics. too boring. and she said we're too zi da to actually play there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said that whoever who chose e songs is lousy. wt? although i dont know who chose them, but dont need be so bad right? she also added that e arrangement of e songs weren't very good. somemore i was so happy, then she say all these things, make me sad and more tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday was mr glosz's last performance with us. he's leaving our band... i guess he couldn't do anymore to help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr b, we'll miss you. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i felt very good yesterday. hohoho. i love my section. thanks shangeetha for e card and that ball ball, and victoria for e chocs, and gary for the chocs too. (: AND YES, thanks chengtat for e cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the girls in my section except e sec 1s enjoyed ourselves while changing in e toilet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i currently can't remember what else i wanted to blog about after doing my hw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-116669937494218257?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116669937494218257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=116669937494218257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116669937494218257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116669937494218257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/12/premire.html' title='Première'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-116619134723259521</id><published>2006-12-15T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T22:02:29.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more days</title><content type='html'>today my papa left to bangkok with my uncle and my ah gong. we woke up at 6 to send him off. miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mom left for work, and with my eldest sister sleeping at home, me, erjie and ying went to macs to eat breakfast. and then we took a bus home, and hibernated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, it was wonderful to sleep. ok. i think today was boring, so i won't say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's quite fustrating and annoying when u see bengs sitting in public places, playing loud music from their hp. and they think its cool. hmm... i just feel like bashing them up, which is totally impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares about them, there's 5 more days till premiere and i'm freaking out at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVENT DONE MY HOMEWORK. i'm done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why give homework... bloody schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i'll be sleeping with my mommy in her room since my dad's not around. lol. i remember we used to do that whenever one of them weren't around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my daddy went to bangkok to attend the wake of his auntie which is my ah gong's sister. i can't remember much about her, i wasn't a very smart girl when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i find that i was a very stupid girl. very dumb. at least i'm a little better now. and just like what syed said, 'i'm an innocent bitch'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly like reading snoopy again. quite entertaining when i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zat chose a new choice piece, it's called albireo. its beautiful. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i just remembered what i wanted to blog about. PSLs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've decided not to blog about them. too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-116619134723259521?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116619134723259521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=116619134723259521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116619134723259521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116619134723259521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/12/5-more-days.html' title='5 more days'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-116584372615398051</id><published>2006-12-11T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:34:29.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAND CAMP IS OVER</title><content type='html'>YES! band camp is finally over! we no longer need to tahan e stuffy hall anymore! i can be clean at home! no need to be sticky and sweaty anymore! no need to sleep on e dusty hall which still makes my eyes itch! no more disgusting meals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! i can come home and sleep all i want! i can play all i want! i can eat all i want! i can watch all the tv i want! i can hug my parents as much as i want! etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just took out my earrings. its been a month already. freaky, for e first time. thanks for my dajie, it wasn't that difficult. i'm still quite worried of getting an infection. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sick after the band camp.. just flu, and a swollen eyes... thanks to the dust which i think was from e hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band camp was fun still. came closer to other bandmates like yeesee, jane and denise (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but became further away from shermaine and grace. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked the nightwalk with JANE! lol, yes, and patrick. haha. i was scared of the REAL GHOSTs, while jane was scared of REAL HUMANs scaring us. So, we make a perfect pair! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night safari has made my life miserable. I CANT PLAY THE BLOODY TRIPLETS AT MEASURE 7 AND 8!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juniors had to play scales!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zat gave us a song to try, i cant remember e name but i loved it. just real high notes like high high G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mnn in vienna is hard.. i really dont feel like playing it. but i still love e song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very shiok: after band camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? : no band for 3 whole days. yes. very shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml got band again. i'm not in e mood for band now. i just feel like staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway, bandcamp caused me to well... need a little time to get used to being at home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning : i woke up. i was hungry. i got myself some cereal and milk. grabbed a spoon and started eating. i ate finish, dumped the bowl into e sink. turned on e tap. filled e bowl with tapwater, soaked e spoon in diluted milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erjie came along, saw her spoon in the bowl of diluted milk, screamed at me, yelled at me. i said sorry, cos i totally forgot that she had her own spoon, but i didn't forget she hates milk. so i washed her spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: LUNCH TIME! i grabbed a spoon again. but this time i knew she had her own spoon. in e tray, there were 6 spoons in a stack, right in front of that stack was her spoon. (btw, both spoons are white, with diff patterns) there was another spoon on its own, which wasn't her spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought that the stack of spoons had e same pattern, and the spoon on its own was my sis's one. so i took the first spoon on e stack which was her spoon. and i started eating my lunch. then she came along and saw me using her spoon, then she scolded me again, for using her spoon again. then there you have it.. she's very angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of my very sad story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday. 10/12. i had some christmas concert at my piano school. hmm. my teacher signed up all her students, and i'm one of those lucky ones..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, those who went to watch were parents of those performing and they were just adults and little kidds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made many mistakes lor . so jin zhang. first time perform.. i think. but nobody could tell i made mistakes. whoo! lol. there was a guy who played e flute. he sounded great. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting soon, no homework has been done, no chinese storybooks have been read. may god bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting soon, and i onli went out with my friends once. but i spent e rest of my time in band, which also strengthens our bond, so i dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nightwalk during e band camp was fun. lol. a bit freaky at the dark places, and the toilet. the seniors and alumni did a lot of work, and we're all greatful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zat also did a lot for us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more days to band concert.. jia you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-116584372615398051?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116584372615398051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=116584372615398051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116584372615398051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116584372615398051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/12/band-camp-is-over.html' title='BAND CAMP IS OVER'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-116368044401630451</id><published>2006-11-16T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T20:34:04.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im stressed out</title><content type='html'>i've been quite bz these few days, and i've been feeling quite lazy the moment i come home, so i just dont feel like touching the com.. and the tv has been quite a good companion these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having a hard time sleeping nowadays, i can't sleep! tired, but e moment i lie on my bed at night, the sleepiness just kinda disappears. and when i cant sleep, i tend to disturb my little sis.. and she's been real moody and attitude these few days, so she just ask me to shut up and let her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been quite a lousy day, it started out quite well, but turned quite awful towards e end. i must have been jinxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to make me feel more lucky and happy, i decided to wear a winnie e pooh shirt when i got home.. for a change. to change my mood.. quite lame, but i'm getting quite bored of those shirts i've worn a million times cos e moment i open my wardrobe, i just see those shirts. thus, i just grab them and well, put them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. today the sec 4 seniors came down to the band room. it was nice to see them, esp right after lunch when everything was feeling good esp our stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today shermaine was rather tired, looking sick too, and didn't feel like talking. but somehow after lunch, she was perfectly fine. and then, after she was fine, i suddenly had a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml's my sister's speech day performance.. she'll be playing e .. some kind of horn and dancing. and hmm, i hope i won't die from laughing, because by seeing e way my sister dances at home.. omg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we saw fangfang, his tag practice had ended, and ya, we chatted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, monday, 13/11 was my parents anniversary. lol. me and my erjie tried baking a butter cake for e special occasion. the first cake kinda turned out real horrible because we measured the wrong amount of sugar and flour. it looked like nian gao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we baked another one right after looking and tasting our soggy nian gao, because it wasn't really edible. the new cake turned out perfectly fine, and yummy, just a little too dry. and my sisters and mom really thought that we made nian gao, before baking e cake, and they wanted to try it!. LOL. NV TRY IT. its disgusting. it tastes just like.. egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm thirsty and tired, i'll end here today... its going to be quite a long weekend again.. and i'll nv touch my homework unless i feel relaxed and free. it'll just add more pimples to my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-116368044401630451?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116368044401630451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=116368044401630451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116368044401630451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116368044401630451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-stressed-out.html' title='im stressed out'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-116291058225036879</id><published>2006-11-07T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:43:02.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramdom</title><content type='html'>if a monkey were to drop into a river, would it drown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. that's a tough question. well, i dont know too. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, band was... as per normal.. from 9.30 to 6, for sec 2s. fun, just tiring. today there was quite a lot of talks. hmm. mr glosz brought his tv from his home to school just to bring culture to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was real nice of him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was quite sad. i mean at e end of e day you dont feel that great. oh well. no point going into details. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my dad cooked yummy dishes. i was too dehydrated that i kinda drank too much water at e end of e day and i was too full to eat my dinner. so i didn't really eat much, just a lot of rich. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to school tml again, to have sectionals with zat. my mom's having office dinners again, and i rarely get to see her. miss her lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to chat with my mom. like tell her what i'm troubled with and stuffs. but the timing is always wrong. lol. like i dont feel like talking when she's around. hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o. today i had a nice lunch with grace. ahhaha. drank/ate something nice. cheng tng ar. i can't rmb how u spell it but it was YUMMY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my family a lot. dont know why, i just feel that there's this bond. u can't really say its bond.. but it just feels good to be around them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lucky to have such understanding parents. i wonder, if i were one, it'll be quite difficult to do what they're doing now to us. and taking care of 4 daughters isn't ez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's always things to worry about. money, house, school, time, bonding, etc. i love them so much so so so much. i feel very fortunate to have such wonderful parents. thus, i try my best to make it up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i remember, i think it was during my chinese tuition. i asked my tuition teacher about this passage for my comprehension. i didn't understand at all what e hell it was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she explained it to me.. and it actually means that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sacrifice what they want to do, to do what they need to do, so that the next generation can do more of what they want to do, than what they need to do. It'll make life easier for the next generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she gave me this really good example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, or ur mom, (or dad), she works very hard, she works long hours, she's stressed up and stuffs but she still continues to work very hard. Maybe she wants to go for a holiday real badly, but she has to sacrifice that thinking so that she can earn money to make life easier for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we should make life easier for her and understand how stress she is.. thus, when i'm older, i make sure she doesn't have to suffer that much, same goes for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sacrifices my parents have made for all of us, i appreciate them a lot. i feel bad for having them sacrifice what they want to do just for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my family so so much! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't want to earn money? who doesn't want to be rich? i think mr heng asked us that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos, everybody wants to be rich! i too! i want to be rich! not wanting it that badly now, but i still want money. my parents would be able to enjoy themselves, with money and family love, oh my! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what else i wanted to say, but nvm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mei mei's friends came over today. among them were 2 boys. first boy drank 1 can of heaven and earth orange tea,  4 packets of green tea, 1 bottle of yakult from my fridge. 2st boy drank 2 cans of jia jia liang cha, 2 packets of chocolate milk, and 1 packet of milo. omg. i think that was all. they're just pri 5 kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 3 of us have e same thinking.. mahjong is boring. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-116291058225036879?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116291058225036879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=116291058225036879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116291058225036879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116291058225036879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/11/ramdom.html' title='ramdom'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-116273168635160530</id><published>2006-11-05T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:43:25.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realization</title><content type='html'>i wonder.. what made u think i was blogging about you, mister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i am a 'innocent bitch who wants to live in the world carefreely.' but somehow, i just realised it isn't that easy, cos your around to bitch about my friends. how can i be happy with that? and i dont mind being innocent, at least not like you. and 'bitch' etc may be quite nice sounding.. that's how u describe me, but if WE were to describe you.. oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please.. i can't accept ur compliment. never will i ever be as scheming as u. so, maybe i still got lots to learn from u. (: quoted from ur blog - "you are the scheming one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i DO NOT look down on the unfortunate. i know u do. so dont come and accuse me of being so. AND YES. I AM A SPOILTBRAT, AND IM LUCKY. NOT LUCKY BECAUSE I AM 'RICH'. i am not RICH. SO SHUT UP. just because i have a nice house doesn't mean im rich. buying a house still needs money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, i know.. i AM A "LUCKY BITCH" (quoted from ur blog). i have a happy family. and i love my family alot, and i appreciate them. i am happy with almost what i have, YOU DONT SEEM TO BE HAPPY WITH ANYTHING. get a life please. appreciate what u have, not bitch about it and complain. you'll nv be happy this way. you THINK you are happy when u bitch abt ppl, but is this really what u really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do not really want to learn from u. if i were to have learnt from u, everybody around me would be so bloody hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wasn't talking about u having a comb, mister. i was talking about SAI. SAI. SAI. just happened to pop into my mind, so i just simply typed it down. he's a good example on how vain some guys are these days. i DID NOT SAY IT WAS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why change ur blog url.. there's nothing to hide. unless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i talk 'bad' about u, its not really bad. ok. mayb now its starting to turn real bad, but.. at least i do not bitch about ur weak points but those bloody bad points that CAN be CHANGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know.. those weak points.. that are physical.. or like.. something that has to be there forever. but ur attitude. it can still be changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="37" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/400/Image%28244%29.jpg" width="54" border="0" /&gt; drawn on my home whiteboard. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/400/Image%28371%29.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt; omg. pretty girls from 2V'06!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/400/Image%28319%29.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt; omg. fangfang!!! i dont have henhen's pic.. a great friend to have. ramdom pictures.. just bored. chocolate day! xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i baked .. muffins. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're bought from australia during e june holidays. those muffin mixes. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its yummy, cos its not really made by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my sisters, we baked it to eat.. and for fun. and for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yixiong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jane's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. oh ya. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday jane!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate chip muffin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn how to bake cakes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'll let my parents try it. and if they like it, i'll bake more! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope that my parents will continue to take good care of us and themselves. then when e time is right, i'll take care of them. but i dont really know what i want to be when i'm older.. so i really wonder if i'll get a good job. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i really enjoy being with my section. haha. i dont know.. i just feel appreciated when i'm with them. they're all real great people. and they appreciate my cookies too. haha. and they're funny. i guess we all enjoy being together. -- clarinet section!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm in 3U. shermaine's in 3V. grace's in 3E. haha. we're all separated..... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, great friends we'll remain. and shermaine's e only person i ever really gotten through too, so yea, i cherish her as a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh no, NO MORE VICKY! lol, no more vicky to crack jokes with.. no more vicky to make us laugh, no more vicky to tell us how eeky and romantic mdm su***** is. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more jingyuen.. :( no more jingyuen to chat with us and teach us stuffs about e world and stuffs. haha. no more jingyuen to tell troubles with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more jinyu.. but she's just next door. she's in 3N. no more jinyu to yell at me.why!!! no more jinyu to yell at. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more fangfang and henhen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more kicking of fangfang's chair.. no more shaking hands with henhen that hurt my hands anymore.. no more happily chatting with both of them anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more jingquan to make us laugh when meiyoke chases him around e class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more weiyan to dance for us, and to scream for us, and to make us laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more theresa to make us laugh when she laughs, and to share troubles with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR TAN! no more mr tan to make me laugh, no more mr tan to be nice to us.. no more mr tan to take sides with us! haha! MR TAN! WE LOVE YOU! THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to miss lao who has helped mr tan haha. and for teaching us how to be polite, and how to keep quiet outside e classroom and how to wait to greet e teachers, and how to stand properly, and how to not talk when e teacher is talking, and lastly, how to not put ur bags on e table during lesson or contact time. THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more.. i type until tired ler. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-116273168635160530?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116273168635160530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=116273168635160530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116273168635160530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116273168635160530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/11/realization.html' title='realization'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-116257016003540617</id><published>2006-11-03T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:12:16.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>i did not want to blog for a while because im so proud of my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i have a new blogskin! nice? my sis did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS PURPLE. wow. love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PICTURE is original. taken during e holidays on e tour bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the blogging. i got my results. just too lazy to tell u. hmm. i'll go take my report book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL B4&lt;br /&gt;HCL C5&lt;br /&gt;Maths A1&lt;br /&gt;Science A1&lt;br /&gt;Geog B3&lt;br /&gt;Hist C6&lt;br /&gt;Lit A2&lt;br /&gt;DnT A1&lt;br /&gt;Homec B3&lt;br /&gt;Art B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chose triple science and elect geog for first choice. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percentage: 67.6&lt;br /&gt;Class position 10/39&lt;br /&gt;Level: 53/241&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its great to see that my hcl didn't score e worst. (: thanks to history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. life has been alright. many band practices. zat has been nice these few days. which is rare, but who cares. we all love it when he's so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's giving us extra help. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long hours of band.. twice a week. its killing my lips somehow. my sister sometimes think im wearing lipstick which i obviously do not use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its good to have long hours of band actually. just tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really wonder why us girls have to wear track pants and are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not allowed&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wear pe shorts&lt;/span&gt; ..... when the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt; get to wear their school &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shorts&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pe shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmm. its quite fustrating. both gender wear underwears. so? and some guys dont even wear underwear. isn't that more disgusting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i doubt guy conductors would find seeing guy's underwear wonderful too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok. enough of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok. holiday homework. WHY! why give us jian bao to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why give so much holiday homework when we have done so much for e school by helping them to keep e school name going!? (quite crappy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i mean.. WHY! why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok. today i was watching animal planet. some show about sharks. then i was thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the sea is still.. eh.. shit i can't think of e word.. the sea is still like land. there'll be an end to it right? i mean.. u see the horizon. but still the sea is still in a limited space. i have no idea what i'm saying. anyway, isit possible for a fish to swim to every corner of the sea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how does it know where it wants to go? or it just swims itself into some weird place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh well. dumb questions. it was quite a nice show. quite horrifying to see sharks eat up those stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i blog about real crappy stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-116257016003540617?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116257016003540617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=116257016003540617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116257016003540617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116257016003540617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-116176297687427984</id><published>2006-10-25T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T15:56:16.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh well.. looks may be decieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are always people out there who are there to harm you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you haven't met yours. neither did i. but some just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought girls were the best at bitching.. oh well. proved me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, guys seem to be.. hmm. starting to be like girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first. their hair.. now guys are so particular about their hair... i thought it was only girls who would be like that.. well. thanks to those scumbags who came out with those ugly chicken hairstyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second. they bitch... omg. they bitch so much that i really wonder where all that saliver came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third. they start to worry about their looks A LOT. hmm. pimple creams for guys too... combs for guys too.. gel for guys too... i mean.. usually not every boy would be using gel, etc, but.. wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember sai. lol. it was during science lesson. OMG. miss wendy tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to go round the lab to look into different microscopes. oh well. sai.. he went to the cupboard which has glass doors which shows our reflection..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he stood in front of it, took out his comb, and starting doing his hair... then miss wendy tan came and said 'sai, what are you doing?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said 'huh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told him to go out of the lab. while he was walking, she said 'give me ur comb'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said ' nonono. i'll go out. don't take my comb'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he went out and sat on the floor with his beloved comb with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. desperate. obsessed with himself. oh god. what's the world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. bitching about people is still wrong. it may be fun, but.. if its just saying how unhappy you are about that person without making fun of her/him, then its not that serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because its normal to point out what you're unhappy with, just not being so crazy and insult that person and make a joke out of it and tell the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't like it.. so why do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just dont care. its either they are trying to make people like them or they just think its alright and correct to be laughing at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like... example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with you say this girl is skinny. has no figure. no one will like her. she's so ugly. she has no boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT? WHAT"S UR FREAKING PROBLEM WITH THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok.. if a guy is skinny and has no boobs, minus the ugly part, some girl some where will still like him, or maybe, even if he's skinny, he's still like.. hmm. the most popular guy in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for a girl? as long as she has no boobs and is skinny and ugly, the guys dont give a damn for her. they don't even look at her. and worse of all, people bitch about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. so what? so what if she has no boobs. u dont have to go around and say 'hey, do you know that XXX has no boobs?! WOW. REALLY? YOU KNOW! ITS SO SMALL RIGHT? hahahahhahaha! ya la! so ugly, still dare to come school! then you know hor, she tried to seduce me lor!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when actually she didn't. and ur just saying it so that people will laugh at ur bloody inconsiderate jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and? look at urself. your ugly, self centred, fat, proud, egoistic. urgh. just think whether you would like it first, before saying it.. at least if you say it, keep it in a small group, dont go around and tell the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate a person? no need to blame him/her so much.. just.. i mean. just say it out. but don't be too harsh... people have feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, you wldn't like it if someone bitched about you, sayin ur ugly, and u are egoistic.. etc. then why do it to others? mayb that's all u have. that's all you THINK you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just try something else.. like.. praising someone from the bottom of ur heart. dont be hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. the examples i gave aren't true.. just didn't want to let the whole situation be known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:     :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be so scheming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stop being jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a life please... continue hurting more people and you'll get what you deserve. mayb you'll get betrayed by ur colleague and then loose ur job, then u starve and ur wife leaves u, then u rot on the streets.. hmm. that isn't cruel enough to suite ur mean deeds. but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST BLOODY THINK BEFORE YOU BITCH ABOUT SOMEONE. u bitch of people, and people bitch of u back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, too bad, when people bitch about u back, u think we've killed ur whole family like that and u go all round to get even. but ur the one saying most of the mean stuffs and laughing at EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN UR LIFE. that shows how useless someone can get. HOW HOPELESS YOU CAN BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont change now, you'll suffer in the later part of ur life because no one will like you, and people will be scared that you will betray them, then you'll have no one to turn to. but if u choose to be that way, then go for it. may god not bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-116176297687427984?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116176297687427984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=116176297687427984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116176297687427984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116176297687427984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-116108907016642540</id><published>2006-10-17T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:44:30.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's someone's special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the birthday of the best man in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had to cook his own birthday dinner, with e help of everyone except my eldest sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was western and chinese style. yummy. pork chops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday daddy. (:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you so so so so so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best daddy in e world. together with my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-116108907016642540?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116108907016642540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=116108907016642540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116108907016642540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116108907016642540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/10/todays-someones-special-day.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-116053458500665549</id><published>2006-10-11T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T10:43:05.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/Image(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/320/Image%28012%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my parents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad for rejecting my dad's request to go out with him to tm to buy beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so.. don't know... i got this feeling he'll be so sad and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb he doesn't feel this way.. mayb its just that i will feel this way so i think he would feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i love him so much. i love my mom so much too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad fetched me home today, and i said no when he asked if i wanted to go out with him to buy beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he wanted to go TM. that's the worst place ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.. mayb its because it's so crowded that i hate it so much. how can people actually walk in that place? mayb i'm too self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being so self-conscious isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, anyway, i love my family so much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i see my dad cooking alone.. i feel like i want to go accompany him, but these few days, i've been busy studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after exams, i'll try my best to cook with him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its not fair that my mom has to work the whole day and my dad has to look after the house and family the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just not fair.. but they spoilt us so much we are so lazy to do housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm starting to wash my own dishes (: i just hate to wash clothes and hang clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried ironing, but after i burnt my finger a little i didn't touch it oreddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. cooking... i dont really do much when i cook with my dad. besides i dont know how to cook instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does my mom have to work so hard and have no fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im older, if i have the money, i'm going to bring her and my dad overseas to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must make it up to them. for being such nice parents and all. i just love them so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i came home and i actually wanted to study la. but then, i couldn't concentrate and i started drawing for an hour. then i went to sleep. my dad and sister weren't at home, they went ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being alone at home isn't great. e house is so quiet and i just can't concentrate and i had this headache every moment i tried to study.. mayb it was because of geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to sleep. i slept till around 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad and sis came home. i watched tv with my sis. my dad says its alright to enjoy urself first because i didn't feel well. he say can study later. so nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had to go to the airport to fetch my sister home. she went to japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually didn't want to go because i wanted to study. but i wasn't in e mood and my dad didn't force me to study. he said 'u should go. its good to go out and take in some fresh air.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nice right? but.. it was hazy outside. anyway, i went along. we fetched my younger sister from school after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i came home and studied lor. 7 study till 11 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a good day. if i were to study since afternoon.. i'll cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my mom came home, she was so exhausted.. she came home late last night.. 11 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear mommy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went around saying hi to us and hugging us, then she went straight to bed and fell asleep immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually she'll come home at around 7 and watch tv and relax, then later at night she'll work somemore from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so unfair that she has to work so hard for us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-116053458500665549?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116053458500665549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=116053458500665549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116053458500665549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116053458500665549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-parents-i-feel-bad-for-rejecting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-116011529735883486</id><published>2006-10-06T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:42:16.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maths is finally over. science too. one more week to go. and im gonna play sims2 forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. today i went to bedok interchange with grace and joshua. ate lunch there. joshua didn't eat. he was going to eat roast duck with his mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i was so nice, i gave my seat on the bus to this lady and her daughter. so nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while walking home.. lol. very funny. i got off the bus, crossed e road, and was walking through the blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got this person he walking in front lar. then he keep turning back to look at me. then we just continue walking like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, he turn to the right. then a few seconds later i reached that turn but i dont live in that block. so i nv turn la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i see, both lift doors were closed. then suddenly one lift door open.. then he guy inside... looking at me. then i quickly turn away and continue walking.. he thought i taking the same lift. he went in. the door closed.. then when i pass by, he open it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind person.. but still, sorry. lol. very funny. lol. but a kind person still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im all alone at home... sister exam just ended today, she go play. other sister go japan. the other sister in school.. my mom working, my dad went out.. hai.. later having tuition again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now bcos of exams im starting to feel well. moody. and i somehow just suddenly find my mother irritating. why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'll like.. attitude attitude.. but my mommy leh... i feel so bad... i'm gonna give her a hug when she come back xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what my dad's gonna cook for dinner today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.. i feel stressed.. 1 more hour to tuition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck ppl, for exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm gonna complain about one person. and the person is.. well... the person i always complain about.. mrs verma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. after english paper on wed, she came to our class and gave out the comprehension worksheet she gave us to do and asked us to total up the marks.. i... i somehow didn't know i had to pass it up and i brought it home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it wasn't with me.  i went up to her and said 'mrs verma, i think i brought home my paper..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said,  'I slap ur people's face ah..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. that's evil. that's mean. i just came to her nicely, like a guai kia.. and told her i forgot to bring. before i could even apologise, she threatens to slap me. hmm. corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i had to give her my hp number and she called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. how could she say she wants to slap my face? i just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have said 'slap lor. u dare, u slap lor'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya! but i was still in shock after the english paper and didnt' think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that bloody teacher... so mean. i so nice, she so mean. hai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-116011529735883486?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116011529735883486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=116011529735883486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116011529735883486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/116011529735883486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/10/maths-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115986706923028971</id><published>2006-10-03T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T17:17:49.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is grace's birthday!! happy birthday grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she recieved tonnes of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is jingquan's birhday!! happy birthday jingquan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if he recieved tonnes of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp. since it was grace's birthday, we brought her out after school to eat something. just grace, shermaine and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ate ate ate. not food, something like ice cream and chocolate. expensive lor. me n shermaine paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since shermaine had spent a lot of money on buying many presents for grace, i paid more of the bill to make up for it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we finished eating and.. well. we went home. shermaine took a diff bus from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now its just me and grace. and today, im going to complain about.. no, not about school, not about OUR school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAI CHEE SECONDARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think chai chee sec was just some kind of normal neighbourhood school and yes, i was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just that e students are more beng and lian. and have more bengs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i saw some of them... ew. first they blast their music. second... omg. the 2 of them starting singing.. and please... it was a girl song. high pitch. YUCKs. oh well.. beng wad.  must act cool. but look so gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they sit also must sit until beng. each one one chair. then all sit e same in a row.. u tell me.. look like sheep lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so freaking disgusting. oh well. im unhappy with CHAI CHEE SECondary. so boh pian. must let ppl know how inconsiderate and lousy the ah bengs look. its laidat de ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somemore is public transport. i can do wadever i want to do. u act like sheep, i tell ppl lor. so ez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really leh. see ah beng i damn mad. its like.. they think they're cool. sit one chair for urself. u think u look cool? you look FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u on music loud loud.. at least on some rock music la.. then look more beng.. u go play some girlie girlie song.. nv heard b4 de, then u sing a long.. u think very cool hor? its so... eeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those girls who like bengs.. so be it. but i dont. what's so nice about hearing ah bengs talking loudly, curse here curse there, pants so low, shirt tuck out, hair like rooster, attitude sucks, watch porn, think sick. so nice meh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos.. unless u want to sell ur body then its fine with me. but surely got ppl like ah beng de.. like how guys can like ah lians. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i want to insult ah lians and ah bengs.. actually yes.. a little. but just mad. i mean... why make ur hair look like shit (for both lians n bengs) and talk so rudely. very cool meh? it just show that u suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. in conclusion.. YOUR SUCK. too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115986706923028971?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115986706923028971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115986706923028971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115986706923028971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115986706923028971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-is-graces-birthday-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115919187421594667</id><published>2006-09-25T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:44:34.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insults</title><content type='html'>Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its important to give people hope. Hope in believing they are wanted, and not just something there, noticed when needed only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet some people just don't give this Hope to people around them. Selfish you may say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always inconsiderate. Only sensitive to how you feel. But still, everyone's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is important. Yet, sometimes, i dont have this feeling of hope in something i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, why am i talking about such stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there are many different types of people in the world. People still do want everyone to be just like them. And i'm one. But it's common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is selfish. It just depends how selfish they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish, and i bet your selfish too. Surely there's something you just dont want to share with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to be loved. Everyone wants to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People yearn for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its either no love, want love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or. Love, but want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. typing all this is freaking me out. and surely is freaking u out too. let's get back to normal stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On msn, i see other people's nick. and i wonder... omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i cried knowing that i can never have you again'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. since you knew you can never have him again, then why cry? ok fine. cry. but why cry, then tell the whole world including him that you cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he won't return to ur side. he's a guy.. and guy's are so fickle-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since you know he won't return to your side.. then dont try to make him pity you. ur a girl. why bother about a guy? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'you are the woman i love most'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. are u sure? your like.. onli sec 2... and u say you found the girl of ur dreams? i doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what guys do. tell u, i love u the most. and actually, its just temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think they'll be loyal till you die? of cos unless u die early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow most girls fall for it. that's why, girl's are dumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;3 i love myy dear dear !! we stead le!! yea!! x) [.(i cant tell u e date. i'll be too mean if i dead].) a day i will nv forget...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. the date they started going steady, i shant tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. can u believe that its written by a GUY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why guys now type in such a gay manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like 'derhx' 'marhx' 'aiyerhx' 'iie' etc. lazy to go find more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. ITS GAY. SUPER GAY. for the girls who type like this.. omg. GET A LIFE. people's gonna get a hard time reading ur blog if u type like this. isit that fun? ITS SO GAY. cant imagine u talking like that in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, if u choose to be gay, then that's not my prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to school, and see the guys in it, really makes me feel sick. not all. but most. i dont know.. they all look so... ............. i'll stop here. (:  no more insults for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115919187421594667?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115919187421594667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115919187421594667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115919187421594667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115919187421594667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/09/insults.html' title='insults'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115907933466310641</id><published>2006-09-24T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T14:28:54.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are apples crunchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes the flesh of apples and mangoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are fruits sweet when they're in season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently doing my homework now. a few exercises from my zuo ye is needed to be done by tml. the bloody hod kept our books for weeks and she finally returned them. i wonder if she had to dust our books b4 returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have to rush to finish the exercises.. hmm.. mayb i'll fail my paper 1 bcos we have to finish the exercises... and if i dont, mayb i'll die. nah, but i will, bcos im gonna anyhow do my corrections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im still doing and doing and doing. went to the gym this morning. fri, i theresa and shermaine went to sakae sushi to eat. lol. lazy to transfer photos to my com so can't show u yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. bored. lazy. how am i gonna study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my parents. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they love me too. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love them more than anyone. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta say that they love me too, but it has to be shared among my other sisters. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are one of the best parents anyone could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they always hug me back when i hug them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i hug my sisters, they either push me aside, yell at me, scold me, ignore me, think im crazy, or not at home at all to even hug her. hmm. im referring to 3 sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my parents are always there to let me hug them for as long as i want. and i love to hug people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad lost weight... he's still sick. yes.. still sick for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is still plump since she came back from usa for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and dad love each other so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and dad look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they care for me more than my sisters care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents nag, its annoying, but i still love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go to my parents more than i go to my sisters. they're either using the com, playing minesweepers whole day, chatting, doing homework, studying, not at home, sleeping, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when they are doing these things, its better not to disturb them. they'll get pissed. and you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus, when they're happy, i do the same. no point caring for them when they don't. of cos unless they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a pet hamster. i want one i want one i want one. i want my sims2 pets. i want it i want it i want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sims2 pets is of cos will get de. hamster.. have to wait till i'm like... hmm.. mayb a whole lot older. long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only pet allowed at home is fish. im not interested in fish. i want a pet hamster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115907933466310641?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115907933466310641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P6180023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/320/P6180023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; noticed something? the cloud has a hole. and light is passing through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. there's still tonnes of things to do today. and i haven't started on any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a bz day, no time no do any hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up and went to the gym with my mum and sis. then i came home and decided to use the com while waiting for lunch. lol. that's slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch i slept cos i was really tired. slacking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and now here i am. looking at my maths and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is going to be a horrible week. i have so many tests. omg. and what's my dad doing now? he's sleeping.. My elder sis? playing minesweepers. My younger sis? went to friend's house to play. Eldest sis? god knows where she went. My mother? Working from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of the tests gives me the creeps. it gives the whole class the creeps. AND, does the school give a damn? NO. do the teachers give a damn? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. let me see, the school just wants us to score. the teachers just want to get over and done with the tests. but.. but why shove them all into a week??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it seem to us that we can take it? your dont even care if we went mad. maybe, we'll all turn mad and run around the school like total lunatics. maybe we get too stressed up, and we turn to drugs. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's fault? hmm. let me see. our fault? cos we can't control our emotions and stuffs? duh, of cos not. its e people who gives the tests and decides to have them all in one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me see... higher chinese tests gives me the biggest creeps. i can't afford to do badly after failing for the whole of the first half of the year. i have to study study study, and read a bloody book which is boring, and do assessments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DnT test.. hmm. i dont recall doing well in any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit test... i have to memorise quotes? from the whole novel. plus studying other subjects.. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog test?... memorise, or just read through. wait.. do i have e time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem test?.. memorise memorise memorise. oh the joy of memorising.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot if i had any more tests... hmm. i dont think there's anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my hcl tuition teacher that im having tests all in one week just before the exams, and she says that its stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are supposed to be studying and stuffs, and i know, even though studying for these tests do help us in studying for the end of year papers but.. ur stressing us to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we look like we like the thinking of having tests this week, and.. hey, u realise its ur final term examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... lets see... we still have projects not really done, and its just.. so many things are suddenly making us hesitate to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like studying anymore. i dont even want to touch my higher chinese book. i dont even want to touch my lit book. i just want to sleep and dream of happy stuffs. instead of facing reality and go through this torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i have a chance to do this? NO. why? bcos singapore has too much hope on us and they think we can tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're still teenagers. YOUNG teenagers. i still want to play and have fun. yet there's long hours of school, and higher chinese tests. even i dont want to study for ting xie anymore. i take 3 hours to study for it, and other ppl just look through and hey!, they passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, when i study hard for my tests, and finally, i did fairly well, and passed my tests, my higher chinese teacher doesn't even give a damn. she doesn't even compliment me. and when i fail, hey, she starts to nag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my parents and tuition teacher is a whole lot better than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what do u want me to do? get full marks then you'll praise me? no encouragement at all when i failed. just nagging nagging nagging and saying that i dont work hard enough. i know i didn't work to my fullest, but i still tried. and i'm still trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then now u give us this lousy relief teacher who can't teach and AP everyday. and i can't even understand what's she's saying la. i'm so gonna flunk my exams if she was my real teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with trying when your just dont see it. what's wrong with teachers nowadays? some are good, but some are just so lousy. not lousy in teaching. but lousy in seeing the good points in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if teachers dont give a damn about us, then of cos, us students won't give a damn in studying for ur tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur think study for so many tests very fun meh? ur think we enjoy it? who will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant the school, teachers, or somebody just spare a thought for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's tonnes of things that i still want to say, but i think if i did, i'll get into trouble. teachers shouldn't go around to read our blogs. its an invading our privacy. if they dont allow us to complain about them, then we'll just might as well complain to moe. if they are worried about other people despise our school after reading what people blog, then change yourselves to make us like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't just go around and read our blogs and then complain to the principal or whoever. we still have the rights to show that we aren't happy. we still have the rights to let ppl know that we are suffering. if we couldn't tell anyone.. then we'll all kill ourselves, cut our wrists, or take drugs. its common if we have no where to turn to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115848340105570624?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115848340105570624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115848340105570624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during lunch, i called stephanie, shazunah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after geog, i called mr tan, mr lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during maths, i called mr lim, well.. i wanted to say 'teacher'. but somehow i just said, 'chicken'. glad he didn't hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we did the aces day thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we watched Singapore Dreaming. hmm. whole level had to go, school paid for it. it was a little RA.... the schoolmates were getting a little out of control. making kissing sounds in e cinema. oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie's so so only. not touching enough. some classmates cried. but the people around me didn't. it was a little funny. and it made me realise something: guys are really useless sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115822432392329018?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115773276452044174</id><published>2006-09-09T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:31:31.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/Image017.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/320/Image017.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is a pic of my old house. i mean the playground. lol. looks nice right? of cos. it's my pri school friend who sent it to me. he's the third from the left. a really close true friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 12.12am now. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my pri school teacher's blog again. she posted a pic. a pic which makes me feel sad. last year, she posted one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a pic taken with some of my pri school friends during teachers day. this time they ate at.. compass point. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go bcos it was far. i dont know.. just find it very hard to go there and come back. and also, it'll be awkward to meet friends i haven't seen in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving was a good thing, yet it had its pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't meet up with pri school friends that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lost contact with my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't go to the same school with same pri school mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to a school with people who i dont know at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found true friends among pri school friends who weren't really close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cherish the time i had with pri school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents were saying something about moving back to hougang. but it's onli a MAYBE. even if we did, it'll be after i graduate from temasek sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving back would be nice. but i love my friends here too. hmm. this isn't so important now. today i did 2 maths paper (i finished all my math hw) and 2 and a half bijis (left with 3 and a half more). but i didnt want to do anymore after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom's going taiwan next wed.. omg. again, she's leaving. hope it'll be e last time for e year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss kovan a lot. ntuc is just downstairs, across the road. here, ntuc is 2 bus stops away. hmm? the market is a walking distance away too. here? hmm. i have no idea. but my dad has to drive to go to the market and ntuc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i like this house more than the previous one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115764655510914374</id><published>2006-09-08T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:29:15.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>hello. yes. its me.. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. hmm. went to band at 10 for sectionals till 12.30.then went to eat lunch with shangeeta elaine jane. lol. then went back to school at 1.30 for full band till 4. today mr glosz conducted. it was very fun. haha. he let us off early too. we worked on our syf piece. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. today i went for piano lesson. make up lesson. my dad fetched me there.. its at serangoon central. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. my dad asked me to eat a banana b4 we left. so he took 2 bananas down to the car. in the end, both of us were holding a banana in one hand in the car. so embarrassing. people were looking... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotdog buns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. not the ones where u put ketchup and mustard.. its the hotdog.. cheapo hotdog wrapped with eh.. bread? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. lemme see. im left with 3 more maths ws and 5 more biji to do. and 2 more projs not done. bloody 'holiday'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont miss school at all. NO ONE DOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope school would be a beautiful thing. like.. everybody is happy there.. no homework.. just mayb.. hmm. 4 hours of school? haha. thats a crazy idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a friend from a friend who doesn't seem much like a friend but a bully (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a boring post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo. i remembered something. today xingwen took us for sectionals. he said that tone is something like an apple. it must have an edge, must be sweet, must be hard? not too hard, but not tomato-y too. and your apple must be shiny, which means your tone must be clear and everything. yah.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. when he said that.. i was thinkin of a shiny green apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very important message: i love to eat food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115764655510914374?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115764655510914374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115764655510914374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115764655510914374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115764655510914374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/09/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115764638003060551</id><published>2006-09-08T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:26:22.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. yes. its me.. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. hmm. went to band at 10 for sectionals till 12.30.then went to eat lunch with shangeeta elaine jane. lol. then went back to school at 1.30 for full band till 4. today mr glosz conducted. it was very fun. haha. he let us off early too. we worked on our syf piece. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. today i went for piano lesson. make up lesson. my dad fetched me there.. its at serangoon central. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. my dad asked me to eat a banana b4 we left. so he took 2 bananas down to the car. in the end, both of us were holding a banana in one hand in the car. so embarrassing. people were looking... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotdog buns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. not the ones where u put ketchup and mustard.. its the hotdog.. cheapo hotdog wrapped with eh.. bread? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. lemme see. im left with 3 more maths ws and 5 more biji to do. and 2 more projs not done. bloody 'holiday'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont miss school at all. NO ONE DOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope school would be a beautiful thing. like.. everybody is happy there.. no homework.. just mayb.. hmm. 4 hours of school? haha. thats a crazy idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a friend from a friend who doesn't seem much like a friend but a bully (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a boring post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo. i remembered something. today xingwen took us for sectionals. he said that tone is something like an apple. it must have an edge, must be sweet, must be hard? not too hard, but not tomato-y too. and your apple must be shiny, which means your tone must be clear and everything. yah.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. when he said that.. i was thinkin of a shiny green apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very important message: i love to eat food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115764638003060551?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115764638003060551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115764638003060551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115764638003060551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115764638003060551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115712059935895241</id><published>2006-09-01T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:25:40.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rojak</title><content type='html'>do u think that moe is stressing us too much? this holiday lasts only a week, and yet it doesn't feel like a holiday. its just, homework week!. yaay! like we're supposed to go all excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 projects to be finished. hmm. then where does all my homework time go? hmm. homework time... how about my studying time? well.. there isn't any studying time because there isn't time for them anyway. so we might as well fail all our tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dont' want to fail our tests! so how? we slog through our lives by studying, doing homework and doing projects.. so in the end, we can't enjoy our youth. and we turn out depressed adults who's gonna ruin the future of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i really see no reason why we should be forced out of all our youth to just study study study study. i mean, not everybody has the interest in studying. we can't just sit down for the whole day and stare at books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we want to enjoy life too. we study hard in school. after we graduate, we work hard. after we retire, we wonder.. i spend my whole life working and studying.. i really didn't get the chance to enjoy myself.. now i'm old.. i can't do much. i REGRET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs verma was real nice this time. she didnt' give us homework for the 'holiday'. she knew our 'holiday' would be filled with projects and homework. for once, i felt touched by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers' day celebration was BORING. omg.. super boring. didn't get to see the president. didn't get to walk around the school bcos they forbidded us and we had to be confined in a classroom. what's the point of going to school anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band practices are starting to scare me. i'm more of scared than happy to go for band practices. i wonder why. mayb i'm lacking confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost had a mental breakdown on wednesday. hmm. stressed up. during liuliu's class, i wanted to just stand up, and cry. and yell at everybody and then jump off the building. hmm. in the end, i just said to myself.. 'don't worry. its gonna be all over and im going to go home and have fun.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to tell my mom how horrible i felt, but my aunt and cousins were there.. had to keep shut. i didn't want them to worry or think i was mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to tell my mother, i dont want to go to school. tell her to write a letter or something. say 'dear ???, i'm sorry but my daughter can't make it to school bcos she's going mad.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. that'll be cool, but she was asleep. didn't want to wake her up. so yeah.. and i was having my menses on that day. it was heavy flow. hmm. unstable moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we had a mango as fruits for us. i took the first slice. it was sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dajie took the next slice. it was sour. (we all showed sour faces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my erjie took the next slice. it was sour. (sour face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my meimei took the next slice. it was sour (sour face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom took the next slice. she took a bite and said 'it isn't sour' and she gives a sour face. hmm. then she took another bite and said 'it's quite sweet' and she gives another sour face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad took the next slice. he said something about it being sweet. then he bite half of it. and he gave a freaking sour face. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are so cute. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tues: victoria asked mdm suzannah. 'are you les?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm suzannah: 'whaat?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm suzannah: 'victoria!, why did you even ask that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victoria: 'because you always look at me and smile!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm suzannah: 'i could send you out of class for this, victoria!.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victoria: 'but she asked me to ask you!'. (points at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: 'why u sabo me!' (looks at mdm suzannah innocently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm suzannah: 'looks like i'll have to change your places!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad ending. we get separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115712059935895241?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115712059935895241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115712059935895241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115712059935895241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115712059935895241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/09/rojak.html' title='rojak'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115641019704440014</id><published>2006-08-24T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T17:03:17.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitching? OH YES.</title><content type='html'>yesterday's ngee ann city performance was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a good feeling cos i managed okay without yixiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after e band performance, i bathed and ate some noodles... then i fell asleep. YES. I FELL ASLEEP. I DID NOT STUDY FOR MY HCL TEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. so i chiong today lor. i slept so much but still v tired today. yawn like siao. thought i was going to die yawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna flunk this test again... so hard... my brain feels numb after the test. freaking liuliu didn't say what time e test end... at 3.15 i thought the test gonna end at 4... or at least let those who haven't finish stay back... then she say 'ah. e test end at 3.30'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAO. i left one more comprehension.. and onli got 15 minutes.. wth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in e end i passed up e paper incompleted. i studied for 4 days and i still feel as thou im gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcos i was damn tired. today i was in a super bloody mood. you know.. MRS VERMA she is such a bitch. if we come late for class, she gives attitude.. when we're early OR EVEN ON TIME.. she MAKES US WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reach classroom on time.. she takes her own sweet time to come to classroom. when she reaches classroom she doesn't let us go in. she spends 5 minutes or more sitting on her chair looking at either e table or the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHILE WE.. are outside... COOKED. hmm. fried chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she takes her own sweet time to walk out of the classroom and wait at the side... staring at us... as thou asking us to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finally.. after moments almost being cooked outside the classroom, we are let in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos. we were all pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. since i was in a bad mood today.. i so freaking tried to make her pissed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since she made us wait outside e classroom while she stared at the table/computer again.. i asked shermaine to stand in front of me and i put my mouth facing the window.. facing mrs verma. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said. 'walao. why always make us wait so long. we come late she bu shuang, we come early she make us wait like siao. so hot outside, yet she dont let us in. always take her time. so stupid. so idiotic. what's her freaking problem?! she think we are what? always make us wait. wait wait wait. so freakin hot out here. why she laidat de?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. then she started to walk towards e door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said. 'WALAO. MAKE US WAIT FOR WHAT'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. she turned n stole a glance of me? duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she ignored what i said. hmm. then she let us in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my dad this and he said its alright to do such stuffs. cos its her fault. she's e unreasonable one. :D and i told him im gonna do this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the principal or somebody would read this and realise how much abuse we've suffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. today mrs verma was evil again.. we were marking each other's worksheet. the cloze passage thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while we marking, we REALISED WE COULD WRITE 2 WORDS TO FILL IN THE BLANK. AND WE FREAKING BURNT ALL OUR BRAINCELLS TO THINK OF ONE WORD TO FILL IN THE FREAKING BLANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so of cos the whole class went berserk. 'MRS VERMA, CAN WRITE 2 WORDS MEH?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs verma: 'yes,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;students of 2v: 'you never say can write 2 words! WALAO SO UNFAIR'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao... u know what mrs verma said? so freaking attitude la..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs verma : 'the paper didn't say you could write 1 word only.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH. I SAID 'WHAT THE? WALAO LAR! WHERE GOT SUCH THING ONE. SO UNFAIR. TEACHER WHATS UR PROB.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouted.. again.. but she didn't hear me.. hmm. something wrong with her. i mean its a test (not counted in exam) and such an important thing she nv say! walao lar. slap her face ar. pull out every single hair on her body ar. pull her metal belt until its super tight ar. so qian bian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS STILL A TEST. so freaking unfair. and throughout the lesson i kept complaining but she didn't hear a thing.. really got some prob with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other time, she scolded us for not listening to her.. she said 'quickly pack up and go for ur contact time'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so of cos we packed up and greeted her. then common sense, we were leaving the classroom.. then mrs verma suddenly said 'tml pls bring ur textbk... etc etc etc'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we weren't listening cos our mind of shut down ler and we were concentrated on walking to contact time classroom like mrs verma said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she SO ANGRY AND PISSED SHE ASKED US TO STOP AND SAID WE WERE RUDE AND ARROGANT. WALAO. WHO'S THE ARROGANT ONE HERE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what e whole class can remember :    MRS VERMA:  'I AM APPALLED BY YOUR BEHAVIOUR!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. then she kept on scolding.. then me n shermaine was beside her. shermaine misplaced a present somewhere so we were freaking out beside mrs verma.. then mrs verma turned to us and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WHEN I AM TALKING. I EXPECT YOUR TO SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i glared at her. heck care if she's my teacher. she doesn't respect us so of cos i glared at her. i swear i could have ripped her ponytail off her head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she doesn't respect us and always ask us to shut up which shows that she doesn't give a damn, then i don't see why i should respect her at all. in fact, i dont respect her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the one who always make noise when she's rude or she's unreasonable or if she's attitude-ing victoria too. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she thinks we're arrogant people.. but all we do is sleep in her class or talk in her class or draw in her class. we're humble people. doing all this in her class has nothing wrong in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'if ur think ur so smart, then dont come for my lesson. if ur so arrogant, then ur can dont come for my lesson. i dont mind. i'd be more than happy. i've already taken notice of who who have been sleeping in my lessons and if your dont do well for ur test i will talk to your personally.'  -mrs verma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cos one of those sleeping was me. but duh.. SHE SPEND 4 LESSONS TALKING ABOUT ONE PIECE... ONE PIECE OF FREAKING PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our concentration span isn't that good. and please la.. u repeat and repeat for 4 lessons of cos we sleep. and u just talk talk talk throughout. of cos we sleep. ITS NOT OUR FAULT. WE"RE NOT ARROGANT. YOUR THE ONE. THINKIN YOUR SO GOOD, SO GREAT THAT U CAN TALK FOR 4 LESSONS STRAIGHT. AND U ARE THE ONE WHO SCOLDS US, ACCUSE US, ATTITUDE IN FRONT OF US AND MAKE US WAIT OUTSIDE, AS THOUGH WE"RE YOUR SERVANTS, WAITING TO SERVE YOU OUTSIDE YOUR SLEEPY CLASSROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn pissed with that freaking mrs verma. if she's so unfair, i do feel perfectly fine being rude to her. she doesn't teach us to be civilised people.. she just accuses people and attitude in front of us. of which, we learn from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's such a lousy teacher. she made our english all deprove. last year we had mdm sabina. i dropped from a B4 to a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all dread for her lessons. GOD. DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. WE CAN"T STAND IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115641019704440014?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115641019704440014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115641019704440014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115641019704440014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115641019704440014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/08/bitching-oh-yes.html' title='bitching? OH YES.'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115513169193889828</id><published>2006-08-09T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:54:52.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NATIONAL DAY! WHOO. IM SO HAPPY! like real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning: wake up at 8. leave at 9. go to temple. pray. go to kovan. have lunch. take cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon: tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night: watch tv. ndp. eat macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching ndp with sisters only isn't the best thing that can happen. where did mom and dad go? mom went overseas.. dad went to play majong at grandparent's house. so what's this? 4 sisters all alone at home for national day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Year: we watched ndp as a family together. we switched on the aircon. whoo. there were fireworks and we ran up to the roof garden to look at it together. such happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Year: elder sis brought friend home. me and meimei sat in front of the tv watching ndp plus eating macs. my eldest sis ate macs while reading newspaper in the dining room. elder sis and friend ate macs at the dining table. both elder sisters practically ignored the two younger ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. me and my younger sis had to entertain ourselves. god..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating, we continued watching. eldest sis went upstairs to go watever thing that i dont know bcos i can't see her from downstairs. elder sis and friend continued chatting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE IDOL. it was time for SI. so yah.. we watched. elder sis and friend went to parent's room to study. dad called, said that mom was online just now but we weren't, so she's going to online at 9pm. we switched on our computers and waiting for her while watching SI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom came online. yay. i asked my eldest sis if she want to come and chat with mommy too but she said no. ok.. she was glued to the tv, that even my mom wasn't important to her at all. hmm. that's mean. very mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while chatting, my elder sis suddenly stopped replying.. she was watching tv.. hmm. another one who ignores my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me and my younger sis chatted with her. telling her how much we miss her and love her and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chatted for a while and my mom had to go... she was able to online onli bcos her lecturer was sick and took mc. im sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad just came home. its 9.50pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a boring national day... but still.. happy national day!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115513169193889828?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115513169193889828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115513169193889828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115513169193889828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115513169193889828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day.html' title='national day'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115505074760686946</id><published>2006-08-08T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:34:32.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day eve</title><content type='html'>went to school at 6.15am for band. warmed up and got dressed. carried chairs, stands and instruments down. yawn.. it was like band camp. the school's all dark and quiet. cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we went down it was like 6.55am. people were staring at us. hmm. our band uniform must have been too nice compared to their red shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well mrs ho was funny, while complaining about the tempo. and showing us how fast we were going by marching to the tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. the guy doing the command made a mistake, and well. yah. but the rest was fine. it was so cool and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jane brought 2 diff pairs of court shoes. haha. one high, one low. hmm. i had to carry one shoe for her while she carried stuffs up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me shermaine and grace changed at the dark area.. we took off our shirts.. oppsie. lol. the av people helped us by not allowing people pass through that door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. wore band tee. woo. love that shirt. hmm. ndp concert was ok. loved the 3 mins of fame. syed and fangfang was great and 2L won. but 2V got second! lol!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home after that..i was tired.. wake up so early. i reached home at 12. had to see verma at first. then i ate lunch and i slept till 7. cool. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115505074760686946?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115505074760686946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115505074760686946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115505074760686946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115505074760686946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day-eve.html' title='national day eve'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115504392420078488</id><published>2006-08-08T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:32:04.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. just two days ago (sunday), i went to the esplanade to watch a band concert. st andrews. jc, sec, and pri. oo. lol. so cute the primary school musicians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. it was 3 hours long. sat till i almost rotted. but the music was real nice. i had to admit that. just that beside me, there were a few boys.. they were either sec one or pri 6. i dont know if they were together but im sure that the malay boy sitting beside me and the chinese boy beside him were good friends.. there were girls behind us.. friends of the two boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so this is what happened. they came. they were vulgur.. the boys were flirting with the girls and the girls were flirting back. hmm. vulgur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the performance, the tiny malay boy was well using his samsung hp. u know got the sounds and everything.. then he like never put silent. well.. he was recording what the band played. annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they were talking away... i so wanted to ask them to shut up or at least drive them mad enough to leave the place. but it'll affect the performance the band worked so hard for, so i just controlled. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. what were they talking about?? so interesting sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the malay boy acted like primary 5, 6. the chinese boy acted like that too, just that he looked like sec 1. their 'girl'     friends seemed to be sec 1 or p6 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. back to 'what were they talking about??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. they were talking about something like going hotel.. saying that this girl treating them. then the girls giggled and giggled like bimbos. then the malay boy continued 'going hotel 81 lah!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one girl said "go geylang one. (giggles) ITS CHEAPER! (all giggle while guys laugh like idiots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. they remind me y i hate to go out... bcos everywhere i go i see such crazy and sick people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just sat there, quietly and glaring at the guys beside me. i mean BOYS. i mean... they ARE younger than me.. yet they talk such stuffs. and how did the girl know geylang one cheaper? i didn't know there was such a thing. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to slap her though.. i mean.. its so.. cheap. of cos they were just joking about going hotel but its just so bu yao lian. and they keep on giggling behind. giggle giggle giggle. man, i could have pulled out all their hair if they giggled more. if there were more matured people near me who would just appreciate the music then it'll be a perfect night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet there were some crazy immature kids trying to act mature and talking throughout the concert. also, they were listening to other music. they turned it on quite loudly so the people around me turned around and glared at them too. argh. if u can't appreciate band music then just get out. why waste 12 dollars to just go there and talk about hotels. go listen to ur bloody music with all the rapping and stuffs some other place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so insulting. they just can't understand. i would go mad if i were to perform and yet my audience are just spending their time talking about hotels and even listening to other music. hmm. mayb i'll pluck out all their eyelashes. oh.. the joy of doing that!  xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115504392420078488?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115504392420078488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115504392420078488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115504392420078488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115504392420078488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/08/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115475830603390356</id><published>2006-08-05T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T14:11:46.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. my mom left on tuesday. its gonna be a long month without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought a paper bag to school for band clothes.. at end of the day i realised that it was a lingerie bag.. hmm. no wonder ppl were laughing. oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115475830603390356?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115475830603390356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115475830603390356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115475830603390356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115475830603390356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115383187984894145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115383187984894145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115383187984894145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115313608426864590</id><published>2006-07-17T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:34:44.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE BUSES</title><content type='html'>i hate taking buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may say i'm spoilt, too spoilt, for saying this, but i really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i took bus 10 and 9 again.. its been very long since i took these two buses home.. well, i already wasn't in the best of moods.. in fact, i was in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus 10 came... and i thought to myself as always '&lt;em&gt;oh god.. am i really going to take that disgusting thing?..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got off bus 10 and waited for 9 to come. 9 was quite full, as per normal which really makes my day worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't stand being on a bus. ur surrounded by 4 walls, in a tiny space and u have to squeeze with the whole world. the people on the same bus as u are the people you don't know at all.. and i don't like mixing or even being near strangers. btw i sat near the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at eastpoint, thousands or even millions of people boarded the bus.. again... well.. it was packed. this bloody lady stood beside me with her hand holding the pole behind me. she kept on pushing her plastic bags to my legs like she can't balance. of cos i didn't want to push her back, so i just placed my leg further away. she almost lost her balance. well, who asked her to balance on my legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole bus ride my face wasn't a smiling one. y should i smile when im on some kind of squeezy ugly thing that i hate so very much. u may laugh that i quite fear and dislike sitting on a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the bloody lady. she suddenly wanted to go to the back so she turned her body.. her bloody hand hit my head and messed my hair up. i almost glared at her, but i controlled.. I CONTROLLED, bcos ppl was looking. they must have guessed i'm not friendly to strangers on the bus. mood getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my stop and i stood up, i looked at the front door which was about a metre away from me. not reachable.. too many freaky people squeezed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to miss my stop or i'll bomb the whole bus into flames. so i rushed to the door behind. i couldn't be bothered to wait for the lazy freaky bloody people to take their time to make space for me to pass through or the bus would have reached tim bak tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just pushed my way through with a pissed look.. the people standing were pissed with me too, but well, if they were going to stay there, not moving for me to walk through then i don't see why i should wait for them and miss my stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody looked at me, they looked at my pissed look. sure they're thinking '&lt;em&gt;temasek students are so inconsiderate.. so rude.. so unfriendly.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im sorry. i cldn't be bothered if i kinda let people have a bad impression on temasek but i wasn't in a good mood.. a freaking bus filled with milllions of selfish people was the last straw. the bus was filled with people. i made it from the front door to the back door through the jungle of monkies in about 5 secs. pity the people standing bcos i was really barged my way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid bus 9. always must have so many people boarding at eastpoint, plus it was rush hour. i could have given them a nice present they would never forget, but i decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im ever gonna take a bus, esp a full bus, don't expect me to be in my best of moods. i'll be so freaking pissed. disgusting bus. disgusting people. i hate the bloody bus. i hate the strangers i see. buses make me lose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate buses, i hate bus stops, i hate bus interchanges, i hate places with strangers. god.. i will try not to take the bus if possible. at least not a packed one. i like empty ones.. but they still make me lose my mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115313608426864590?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115313608426864590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115313608426864590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115313608426864590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115313608426864590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-buses.html' title='I HATE BUSES'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115288403129467884</id><published>2006-07-14T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:42:40.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is twe really going to die? do the members really dislike band that much? where did all the passion go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr glosz came for band today. when he found the sec 1 cornets unable to play freedom's march( the very first song they got for JBF ), and that they cld not play their B flat scale, he was real mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went to see the principal and tell her that. then he told us, he's considering leaving our band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the band's attendance isn't what u call good, great or even okay. its horrible. the sec ones dont seem to be able to appreciate band at all. they skip band instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irresponsible. since they're in band, y don't they just happily come for band practices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit, i wanted to join band in sec 1. but after the first few practices, which weren't practices bcos the seniors were practising for syf, we didn't want to go for band at all. we dreaded them. we dreamt of skipping practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't really much that we could do... i hardly even knew the sec fours last year. i didn't even know who was the student conductor. i didn't know it was xingwen. we were left quite alone, spending time with the sec 2s last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, the sec 1's get all the love and care.. and do they give a damn? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they take advantage of it, they don't value it at all. some even bully their seniors. what kind of attitude is this? when i was in sec 1, i swear i was afraid of my own seniors. i hardly even knew them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, they should just accept the fact that they are in band, and it's about making beautiful music that reaches out to the people out there. not about skipping band practices and go play games, play at the playground or just go home and sleep. they are just so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent most of our time today just talking and listening to mr glosz tell us about what we can do to try and save twe. i usually can't wait for band practices, but today, it just didn't feel right. i didn't have the motivation to go for band. and today in band, it wasn't much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually i'll wait anxiously for band to start, and leave happily and contented. today, i left band feeling dead. mr glosz's words kinda showed us some things we've never really noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still feeling down. i don't want the band to die, i don't want the music made to not sound like music and i want to help my juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my juniors are good, except for one or two who don't appreciate band and usually skips practices. i'm proud of them. as long as they work hard and have the passion, i don't see why i shouldn't be nice to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i treat them well bcos i know how it feels like to come for band and ur seniors don't talk to u at all and they look at u as though ur an outsider. i know how it feels like to see ur sec 4s leave (last year) and u just feel nothing bcos u've like, only seen them a few times. you hardly heard them play, u nv spend time with them. i treat my juniors well bcos i want them to feel comfortable in band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im nice, they're nice. we get along so its nice. just a few that im not close with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they look at the clarinet/bass clarinet and feel happy. they play songs together. once a song is played finish, they play another. then when all songs are done, they play all of them again and again and again. it's not what we juniors used to do last time, so i really envy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find the other juniors getting out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, my friend was talking about ccas. i told them, in band, you're emotionally challenged. i think that's the word u use to describe what i'm thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u want people around u to enjoy what your playing and compliment you. but, if they were to just look at us and talk among themselves, with an expression that they don't find us up to standard. it just make us feel less confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u were to play the clarinet badly and u lie to urself that u are a bad player, you're never gonna stay in band. they think they're bad, then they don't come for band in case they get embarrassed, then they don't practise, they don't practise they get worse. then they can't take it and they quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u thought that you played badly, u would feel embarrassed that someone would say something bad behind you. its just quite normal. if the conductor insults you, and then that'll be the last straw. you'll feel unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would rather watch a band of males play than a band of girls or mixed. i don't know why but it just gives a professional impression. but i just don't agree that mr glosz should say that girls play worse than guys. i know its true but he keeps on saying it, it just insults us girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said it. he said that girls are girly and its natural. then? why force us to be something we're not? i mean, we try. then just let us try. we try, then u still say that we're too gentle, then we try somemore and u still say we're too gentle, then what do u want us to be? king kong? if u were to keep on saying us.. we would lose our temper too. u lose ur temper, we lose our temper. in fact we'd lose our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexist. i hate people who are sexist towards girls. why must it be that a conductor must be a man? i can accept the fact that we should play as a man. but why isit that no one likes to watch a female conduct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a female can be as good as a male. some at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We Women Live In A MAN's World.' that's what mr glosz said. well, guys dont forget, ur living in a woman's world too. WE SHARE THIS WORLD. of cos unless u want all of us females to leave the world and ur can become gay for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why isit that a guy is always said to be better than girls? we're all the same, human. its just that we have different interests that separates us to girly and manly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr glosz said he only wants son, not daughter. hmm. ok.. then why don't the whole world bcome like this once more? everybody would abort their baby if it was a girl. i don't mind the world bcoming gay if this is what every guy wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a woman's life is to just take care of families and always walks behind her husband, then this world is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women: not given enough respect from males. not given enough trust from males to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the boys in my class are always thinking : hey, im the boy, and your the girl. so IM ALWAYS RIGHT. girls are useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've really got nothing to say. but i do hope people won't treat us unfairly just bcos we are females. other that sports, i hope we do get other chances to do as well as boys can. i'd rather not play rugby the real way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope twe would not die. or i'll die with it. i love music and band gives me chances to enjoy what i love, and friends that i want to be friends with. i don't see why people have to think of band as such a dreadful thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115288403129467884?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115288403129467884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115288403129467884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115288403129467884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115288403129467884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-twe-really-going-to-die-do-members.html' title=''/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115228425491204324</id><published>2006-07-07T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:57:34.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>went to sas concert just now. just came home. it was nice. didn't find it boring at all. i loved their pieces, and their playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched superman today. ITS BEAUTIFUL. love it. superman's great. he so power one. i like. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to write an english compo (ENGLISH NOT CHINESE), and if i could write something i love. it'll be music. i got billions of things to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to sas band play, lol, i felt real refreshed. no idea why. but somehow, i like the sound of their brass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a nice day. i love superman. band is great. and i want to watch pirates! dead's man chest. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115228425491204324?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115228425491204324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115228425491204324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115228425491204324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115228425491204324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/07/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115183957354951371</id><published>2006-07-02T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T19:26:15.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate day</title><content type='html'>hmm. CHOCOLATE DAY DOES NOT ROCK AT ALL. standing on the streets, thinking.. 'how am i and my friends going to sell 120 chocolates in just one afternoon?' my group managed to sell all in 3 hours though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 out of 3 people bought the chocolates. anyway... it made me realise how selfish singaporeans are. AND.. how crazy some are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who bought from us temasekians, thanks very much. you saved our lifes, and those who needed it more than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THOSE... like a lady i saw.. well.. i was practically standing on the pathway.. saying  'anyone want to buy kit kat... etc etc.' and she just happened to be on the other side of the pathway, talking to another lady.. then she signalled me to come over. so i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, she told the lady she was talking to, in front of me that i was rude. then after i heard that, i begin to look at the scenery. i didn't care about her. i wanted to be MORE RUDE than what i was... but aiyah. don't want to embarrass the school.. if not i would have insulted her too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she just went on and on and on.. and i continue to look at her blurrly. i acted dumb. then she just tok and tok and tok... and i almost wanted to glare at her and told her that i wasn't even toking to her. and wanted to ask her why she pms so much. 'see, nowadays they are so rude. i was talking to you and she was down there trying to sell me chocolates.. etc etc' she went on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cld have strangled her to death.. ask her try selling 120 chocolates la!. think she so smart. crazy old lady. she's not that old.. i think mayb 40 plus.. i think if she were to sell 30 chocolates, she would have spent the whole time in a beautitian trying to make herself look glam enough, despising the people who are so low class to be selling chocolates on the streets. the way she talks too.. as though she's some kind of big shot's wife. we're no beggars, old hag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's more rude than i was. its rude to call somebody over, and then ignore that person while u can piss that person off by telling ur friend about how 'rude' that person was in front of him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was polite, ok.. mayb abit desperate when selling. but i didn't see why she had to be so particular abt manners. everybody has to be rude at least once or twice in their lives. HOW I WISH I HAD INSULTED HER BACK THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say everything and anything, until her jaws would dislocate. she'll scream and i'll scream back. she'll yell back at me, saying she would tell the principal about me, and i'll tell her i don't care. she'll slap me and i'll whack her butt. she'll walk off in a huff and i'll tell her 'go to hell'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only that happened.. it'll be such an interesting afternoon. but im a 'nice' person. lol. i wanted to not get into trouble so that money could be donated to charity in a quicker time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women are really crazy too. we teenagers aren't professional eh... saleswomen. we are just sec 2s who doesn't really know much about how to sell chocolates on the road. yet she takes it as though, we must respect her as though she's god and give her all the chocolates so that she won't tell anybody about us. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet she isn't married. or even if she is, i bet she's divorced. i pity her kids. i pity her husband or ex husband. pity. i still feel so angry and pissed now. she isn't a kind lady. my friend told me, everybody who was in that group of her bought chocolates, but she, didn't. bcos she thinks she's too great to even buy chocolates to help people in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM PISSED. I wished i could have made a big scene there, in parkway parade. i wish i could have even given her a good beating. she's a 'woman' who really needs to be taught a lesson. she's no woman. she's no man. i don't know what she is but she's not human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if she was. she'd be a human with no heart or brain. that means, she's a dead human. but she talked to me.. that means that she's not human. just some kind of.. thing. i hope she gets what she deserves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115183957354951371?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115183957354951371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115183957354951371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115183957354951371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115183957354951371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/07/chocolate-day.html' title='chocolate day'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12474715.post-115132671259557150</id><published>2006-06-26T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:53:09.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; feed the dolphins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the day i almost died on a boat from sea sickness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my youngest sister, my eldest sister, my elder sister, and me (the tower...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who let the monkies out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010336.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010336.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BATMAN AND ROBIN! OMG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they thought my dad dyed his hair white.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; despo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I TOOK THIS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CHICKEN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cute green boys running with the chickens&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my eldest sister's bd. mudcake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the horse was gigantic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ostrich egg anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/1600/P1010047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5370/1059/200/P1010047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12474715-115132671259557150?l=huiting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115132671259557150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12474715&amp;postID=115132671259557150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115132671259557150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12474715/posts/default/115132671259557150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huiting-.blogspot.com/2006/06/holiday-photos.html' title='holiday photos'/><author><name>abc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734503105856884073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
