<?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-34512586</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:56:06.888+08:00</updated><category term='so that you know i&apos;m alive.'/><title type='text'>the oh-so-lovely colour.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-8484193553342840271</id><published>2007-06-18T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:54:10.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYHO.&lt;br /&gt;i'm no longer gonna be blogging here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving bloggerland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just feel like stopping. but my new website is &lt;a href="http://burpalogy.wordpress.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not deleting this blog. too many memories to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye dears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-8484193553342840271?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/8484193553342840271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=8484193553342840271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/8484193553342840271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/8484193553342840271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/06/heyho.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-233034080670291300</id><published>2007-06-13T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T14:36:37.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i went out yesterday and i came back, super tired.&lt;br /&gt;yet, i couldn't sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;so when i can't sleep, i think about all the things that are happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;and madness arguments and confusion just runs through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;arguing wuth someone else is easy; either you win because you're persuasive, or you lose because you're not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;but arguing with yourself is hard. your minds works in one way and no matter which side you're standing on, it's going to be of the same standard till you psycho yourself into some sort of an answer.&lt;br /&gt;so i thought. and thought. and thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just have all the luck in the world, and some just have none.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i don't believe in luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always want things they can never get. they just go over and over again thinking and wishing for something they know will never return the favour or like them back or can never get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, say this person, A, likes person B. now person B knows that person A likes him. but person B does not like person A at all. person B, unfortunately and most detestably finds person A so damned annoying. so person A, despite being so dejected and sad, continues liking person B, when person B doesn't give two hoots about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, when this happens, not only person A is sacrificing her future happiness for some bozo fella who doesn't know how to appreciate her, she's also hurting herself in the process. yet, person A is unable to not like person B. stupid, you might say, but no. when it happens to you, you won't think it's so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as much as person A knows that by continuing to like this person B, it'll make her sadder and more deprsessed than she already is, and that it is highly unlikely that she'll ever end up with person B, she still does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it's foolish. heehaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear to god my mind works wonders at night. really.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i spent the whole night thinking about it. and now my eyes hurt like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been hooked onto yesterday's top 40 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Words like love and happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never seem to stand up&lt;/strong&gt;, Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you put 'em to the test&lt;/strong&gt;, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You say that you're a poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That your love's a work of art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But you can't play love by numbers, Babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gotta play it all by heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It happens all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How you play me, play me, play me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Playin' with my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're makin' me go crazy&lt;/strong&gt; (Ah ah ah ah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And if you all that love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then love should be a crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Honesty bites the dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Everytime I hear you sayin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That love is never lost, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Did you read it in a book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Did you see it in a magazine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do you think that I'm some new expo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do you think I'm so naive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It happens all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How you play me, play me, play me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Playin' with my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're makin' me go crazy (Ah ah ah ah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And if you all that love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then love should be a crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Love should be a crime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Suddenly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We got nothin' to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But the words get in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It happens all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;How you play me, play me, play me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Playin' with my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're makin' me go crazy (Ah ah ah ah...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And if you call that love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then all it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Was a pocket full of nothing but a suicidal cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And if you call that love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then love should be a ... crime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;oh well. i miss o-town a whole lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-233034080670291300?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/233034080670291300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=233034080670291300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/233034080670291300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/233034080670291300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-i-went-out-yesterday-and-i-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-7337482760623617430</id><published>2007-06-07T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:42:30.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so as promised, i shall post the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmeuzlxQB5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/2ZIU2zGT-EE/s1600-h/RIMG0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073215706591397778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmeuzlxQB5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/2ZIU2zGT-EE/s320/RIMG0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmeuz1xQB6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/VFSNV9N8I5U/s1600-h/RIMG0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmeuz1xQB6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/VFSNV9N8I5U/s1600-h/RIMG0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073215710886365090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmeuz1xQB6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/VFSNV9N8I5U/s320/RIMG0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmevd1xQB9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5-NRsIOXKh4/s1600-h/RIMG0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073216432440870866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmevd1xQB9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5-NRsIOXKh4/s320/RIMG0189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmeveFxQB_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/pFSjDzaPwZQ/s1600-h/RIMG0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmevd1xQB9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5-NRsIOXKh4/s1600-h/RIMG0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmevd1xQB-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/grGv-fLpc9E/s1600-h/RIMG0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmevdlxQB8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/LwRRKMEl54Q/s1600-h/RIMG0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like that picture(left) for some strange reason. it's&lt;em&gt; nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmevdVxQB7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/FZ710RBSMtw/s1600-h/RIMG0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073216423850936242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmevdVxQB7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/FZ710RBSMtw/s320/RIMG0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmevdlxQB8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/LwRRKMEl54Q/s1600-h/RIMG0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmevdVxQB7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/FZ710RBSMtw/s1600-h/RIMG0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmevdVxQB7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/FZ710RBSMtw/s1600-h/RIMG0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;standing near the sea, contemplating suicide. (kidding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmevdlxQB8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/LwRRKMEl54Q/s1600-h/RIMG0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073216428145903554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="322" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmevdlxQB8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/LwRRKMEl54Q/s320/RIMG0186.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmevdlxQB8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/LwRRKMEl54Q/s1600-h/RIMG0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmevd1xQB-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/grGv-fLpc9E/s1600-h/RIMG0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmevdlxQB8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/LwRRKMEl54Q/s1600-h/RIMG0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and that's my version of kiss the sun.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmevd1xQB-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/grGv-fLpc9E/s1600-h/RIMG0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and you know what? we're not only cool, we're super good bollywood actresses! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmevd1xQB-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/grGv-fLpc9E/s1600-h/RIMG0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rme1j1xQCBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RPxNEmZFO9M/s1600-h/RIMG0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073223132589852690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rme1j1xQCBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RPxNEmZFO9M/s320/RIMG0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rme1j1xQCBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RPxNEmZFO9M/s1600-h/RIMG0174.JPG"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmeveFxQB_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/pFSjDzaPwZQ/s1600-h/RIMG0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073216436735838194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmeveFxQB_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/pFSjDzaPwZQ/s320/RIMG0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmeyi1xQCAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TYYKFH8gDSU/s1600-h/RIMG0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmeveFxQB_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/pFSjDzaPwZQ/s1600-h/RIMG0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmeveFxQB_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/pFSjDzaPwZQ/s1600-h/RIMG0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmeveFxQB_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/pFSjDzaPwZQ/s1600-h/RIMG0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmeveFxQB_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/pFSjDzaPwZQ/s1600-h/RIMG0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rme1j1xQCBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RPxNEmZFO9M/s1600-h/RIMG0174.JPG"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmeyi1xQCAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TYYKFH8gDSU/s1600-h/RIMG0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmeveFxQB_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/pFSjDzaPwZQ/s1600-h/RIMG0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmeyi1xQCAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TYYKFH8gDSU/s1600-h/RIMG0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073219816875100162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmeyi1xQCAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TYYKFH8gDSU/s320/RIMG0204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rme1j1xQCBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RPxNEmZFO9M/s1600-h/RIMG0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rme1j1xQCBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RPxNEmZFO9M/s1600-h/RIMG0174.JPG"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rme1j1xQCBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RPxNEmZFO9M/s1600-h/RIMG0174.JPG"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmeyi1xQCAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TYYKFH8gDSU/s1600-h/RIMG0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmevd1xQB-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/grGv-fLpc9E/s1600-h/RIMG0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073216432440870882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rmevd1xQB-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/grGv-fLpc9E/s320/RIMG0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yeap. that basically sums up my entire vacation. blog more next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've got buttock cramps now. sat on the chair, waiting for the blogger for waaaaaayy too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh yah, before i forget, I'M MOLTING!!:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and it's damn ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the skin can be like rubbed off and it's rubbery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;eeeeeeww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ah well. byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-7337482760623617430?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/7337482760623617430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=7337482760623617430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/7337482760623617430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/7337482760623617430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-so-as-promised-i-shall-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RmeuzlxQB5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/2ZIU2zGT-EE/s72-c/RIMG0160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-6727908509093232480</id><published>2007-06-06T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:52:28.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so that you know i&apos;m alive.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so i haven't updated in ages.&lt;br /&gt;WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;many things have happened since the day i last updated here.&lt;br /&gt;and i believe all things happpen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;be it life. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good things and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and whatever's happened between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, i'm super &lt;s&gt;TANNED!&lt;/s&gt; red.&lt;br /&gt;went for a long awaited/needed break to malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;SO AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;pictures in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;i swear to god i hate blogger.&lt;br /&gt;so DAMNED slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh YES, my L1R5 was 27.&lt;br /&gt;that like almost 4 times what i want.&lt;br /&gt;yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;before i go,&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to WWH for accompanying me.&lt;br /&gt;(as promised, i put your name on the post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-6727908509093232480?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/6727908509093232480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=6727908509093232480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/6727908509093232480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/6727908509093232480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-so-i-havent-updated-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-4966592835589513063</id><published>2007-05-20T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:27:22.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to send the family off yesterday. they, as in eveyone in the family except mine, flew off to HongKong yesterday. DAMN. i so want to go there. anyways, reached Changi airport T2 at around 11 plus. met the family. went to Macdonalds with my cousins, sisters and niece. she so cute i tell you! the people at macs were like oogling at her. because she's so adorable. oh yah, they had this shrek ears thingy, as a promotion for Shrek 3. everybody would think that the youngest one, which is my niece would want those ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066504400996242690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rk_W6MJVlQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AMNfgcAj5_Y/s320/Image007..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's my 23 year-old, expired, crazy and now in HK cousin. oh yah, with those Shrek ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the people at Macs asked if Tiffany(my other cousin) would want to buy them 2SGD each. and immediatelf, she, the one with them ears, was like " i want!". BAH. i have retarded/spastic cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention, we were at changi airport. and those ears were on her head all the way. we walked around there, into the canteen, where everybody was staring. people at Macs prolly thought we were mad. they were like visibly amused by us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAP. we all thought the plane was sure to be delayed, either by my uncle or HER. considering how suspiscious people, being 23 year-olds with shrek ears on them since morning are not allowed on the plane. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raaahh. it's so depressing. not the fact that i can't go to HK(partly, yes) but who's gonna wake me up every morning now? I. NEED. MY. GRANDMA. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that, headed home and went for the wedding dinner of my mother's cousin's son. i have no idea i'm related to them. i don't even know their names! but it's pretty fun though, getting married. the dinner itself was... okay. no comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we were stuck in a bloody stupid traffic jam. on the way there at North Bridge Road, in the carpark, which was Novotel. practically everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entertained ourselves during the wedding, like talking about stupid stuff. got to take a picture with the bride and groom first. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we started laughing about things like "why do you wanna take herrrr? take me instead!" in that absolutely bimbo voice. FUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camwhored little there. couldn't take so many pictures anyways. and i didn't see anyone i knew so that's good. reached home at around 12 plus? yah. camwhored again. bathed and slept at around 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, here i am, waiting for the mother and fahter to buy nasi lemak and chicken rice back home for lunch. raaahh. i'm so damned HUNGRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; you so much. no longer. i have myself to blame anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-4966592835589513063?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/4966592835589513063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=4966592835589513063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/4966592835589513063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/4966592835589513063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/05/went-to-send-family-off-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-2769054987898315523</id><published>2007-05-17T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:31:01.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HA. i got my examination scripts back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: unknown.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;E.Math: 63/100, B4&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Accounts: 54/100, C6&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 61/100, B4&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Physics: 20/40, C6 &lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: 20/40, C6&lt;br /&gt;Combined Science: 50/100, C6&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Literature: unknown.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies: 60/100, B4&lt;br /&gt;History: 53/100, C6&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities: 56/100, C5&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kill me really. my chinese grades are disappointing. but then again, i have an absolutely stringent marker and the highest in my band got 45/70 and i got 40. WHOO! some credit please. i passed math! i F9-ed last years' end of year paper. i passed everything so far. Thank Goodness. i need to buck up and this mid year exam is a huge wake up call. mm.&lt;br /&gt;i want 7 god-dammit points for my 'o' levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing is gonna stop me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i'm not stupid okay! i just haven't recieved my English and Literature results. i'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much of a bozo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. i've been watching one too many banned commercials. like the durex condom ones and the banned mastercard advertisement. it's actually really funny. and i swear it would sell. just that it's too crude and sometimes to the extent where it's vulgar. like the condom ones and the ikea ones. very very good ads. just rather.. crude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank god i'm not taking A.Math. otherwise, i'd really kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so that's it for today. at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heartbreaker, you've got the best of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i just keep on coming back incessantly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, why did have to run your game on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i should have known right from the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'd go and break my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-2769054987898315523?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/2769054987898315523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=2769054987898315523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/2769054987898315523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/2769054987898315523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/05/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-1462374309903414408</id><published>2007-05-16T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:04:50.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm sorry if i'm in a i-don't-feel-like-talking-and-if-you-annoy-me-i'll bite-your head-off mood. it's just that my life is going into such a down turn, i don't even feel like showing any signs of reaction. it's as if all the forces of nature are going against me. patience is what people have been telling me to have, even my horoscope says so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You give your hand to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then you say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can hardly speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart is beating so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And anyone can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You think you know me well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't know the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who dreams of you at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And longs to kiss your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And longs to hold you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh I'm just a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's all I've ever been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;I never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The art of making love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though my heart aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Afraid and shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've let my chance to go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The chance that you might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love me, too&lt;br /&gt;You give your hand to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then you say good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watch you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beside the lucky guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll never never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one who loves you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;You give your hand to me, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then you say good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watch you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beside the lucky guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No, no, you'll never ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one who loves you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, you don't know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Michael Buble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, don't ask me anything because i won't say anything. ask that person who caused this. and i have a feeling that person knows yet doesn't know what it has done. it doesn't know that i know of it's horrible doings, yet it knows it's hurting me deeply. WELL, WELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;examination scripts are going to be seen tomorrow. i'm not ready for that. i'm gonna snap like a biscuit under pressure. i'm not ready for ANY of this shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm sorry but i really don't have the mood to blog or talk about anything. i'm really sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*ps. i know about the 'it' thing. i don't want to identify the gender. because it'll be SO easy to guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*ps/s. i cut my hair. i look like a chinadoll. but the frindge will grow back, anyways. so will the hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-1462374309903414408?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/1462374309903414408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=1462374309903414408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/1462374309903414408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/1462374309903414408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-sorry-if-im-in-i-dont-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-105677255317253218</id><published>2007-05-12T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T18:06:27.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to SCH on friday to celebrate the last day of exams. but unfortunately, instead of enjoying myself happily and watching one of my future school's performance, we couldn't even enter the god dammit theatre. we needed tickets and stuff. so we reached there at around like 11 plus, waited and waited till 2.15 when the tickets were released. so goodness, it was so damned packed. in the end, we didn't get to hear anything. when i was thinking like this is the only way i could watch SAJC's performance since i gave it a miss on the 28th of april. raaaahh.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette Wasted Her Life There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh well. moving on. i'm embracing my long hair now. since it's going in less than 24 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i figured i'm gonna miss it, since i haven't sctually decided how i want to cut my hair anyways. like how short it's going to be and stuff. so here's a picture to remind you of how long my hair is. currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RkWDCCGxxGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CCGeDfj8hM0/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063597426996266082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RkWDCCGxxGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CCGeDfj8hM0/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that was my head on friday. courtesy of Jia Ning's very wonderful hair tying skills. so pretty. i love french braids! pretty to the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. the barbeque/family gathering i had last saturday was like okay. pictures are in my sister's blog. there's this picture that i look like a pscho/spastic/crazy kid in. raaahh. can't believe she actually uploaded that. everytime i look at it, i crack up because it's freaking retarded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RkWQyyGxxLI/AAAAAAAAAII/2mb1CNhK3XU/s1600-h/RIMG0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063612558166049970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RkWQyyGxxLI/AAAAAAAAAII/2mb1CNhK3XU/s320/RIMG0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so this is the narcississtic us taking our own pictures and cam whoring with both cameras. but the pictures we(as in my sister and i) are uploading are those from our camera. rest is with my cousin so.. yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, the picture you see above, is before we touched ANY form of liquor and ate ANYTHING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIQUOR. CAUSES. TROUBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RkWQzSGxxMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Gc1XVawOCFk/s1600-h/RIMG0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063612566755984578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RkWQzSGxxMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Gc1XVawOCFk/s320/RIMG0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;one too many stella artois. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yup. that was the horrible/spastic picture i was referring to. ha. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yes. remember the previous post i had on the "ah lian languge"? yup the craze is back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yesterday, i was talking to people online, then i started asking them, "why you all type ah, must have the 'z' behind ah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like all the "WhoRxZxZx, kekex, hEx, aHhXzX, nEhXx, etc". like the closest thing i use is erp, "ahh. aiya. aiyo." which is not exactly close at all. and i don't even use short forms! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyways, i don't really see WHY they have to add like 'xXx" or "ZzZ" behind their words lahh. and how the hell do you pronounce "whorxzzzz"? like okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;using phonetics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;whor; 'war'.&lt;br /&gt;x; 's' sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;zzzz; 'z' sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;combine the 3 together and you get WARSZZZZZ. which is actually like 'war' except you sound like you've got a bee stuck in your mouth. like strange lahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so technically, it doesn't make much sense for you to add all the 'z's and 'x's behind. wastes text space, looks retarded and you can't pronounce it. so what's the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i just did this tarot thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are The Empress&lt;br /&gt;Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.&lt;br /&gt;The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents, beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hahaha. that is like really ODD. oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;okay. i want everyone who comes by here to do the "True Friend" test thingy. byebye. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-105677255317253218?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/105677255317253218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=105677255317253218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/105677255317253218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/105677255317253218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/05/went-to-sch-on-friday-to-celebrate-last.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RkWDCCGxxGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CCGeDfj8hM0/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-6318503397476155232</id><published>2007-05-10T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T17:04:03.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well. apparently exams are ending tomorrow. that's like the best, yet the worse thing that's gonna happen. you see, last day of exam means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;going out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SHOPPING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BAND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;but it also means:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;going home late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no more afternoon "naps"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;guilty eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;less money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BAND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as you can already see, band appears on both lists. i'm kind of looking forward to band actually. like Mr De, my beloved instrument, the fun and all that stuff. but it also means the ultra long day in school and band wouldn't be the same anymore. the seniors have already stepped down and like it's just us left. it doesn't feel the same as the sec 2s would've join the senior band and the new intermediate band's the sec ones. not yet, but yah. it's a different kind of feeling. there was one point of a time i couldn'nt wait for this day to come, but now thinking back, i'm starting to feel that the band is lacking this element. it's called UNITY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wouldn't say that the band is and was very united. but there was this bonding between batches. the sec ones, being my batch, were close to the sec threes, which was nicole's batch. then after they left, the sec two's which is still my batch, were close to the sec threes, which was ru jing and candy's batch. yup. if you do not understand, ask me. okay anyways, we were so close to a point whereby you couldn't distinguish between the batches. though there were cliques and stuff, but the band was somewhat united. and that united group was this years' SYF group.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but currently, as i see it, i see a unity amongst the batch itself. like my current sec 3 batch is not very united. i dare say so myself. but we were united with the seniors. but the sec 2 batch is a closely bonded group. amongst themselves. so are the sec ones. but i don't know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay. you know what. ignore the previous paragraph. that's just my own personal point of view. i trust you not to accept it. just look through and throw it away like rubbish. because i'm not making any sense to anybody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yup. i really don't know what's going on anyways. maybe it's just paranoia for monday's First Practice Without The Seniors. it's not the lack of confidance.(nat, i know you're about to say that.) it's just the feeling that i don't want to experience again. i've been through it once and i had enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[the trombone section, if you didn't know, was one of the strongest sections in the band when nicole and gang were still around. the first practice after they left was the worse. we got yelled at as when they were still there, we NEVER got punished or yelled at. so after that, we being the 5 of us, decided to work so hard to get that best section award.(nicole and her crazy self cost us that okay.) so then, we reached the standard of Mr De's "Zena Warriors." compared to his Loyang BOYS, we were like the best. so that journey and reputation was tough to build up and the hard work did pay off. but now, with my juniors, it ain't gonna be easy. i know it. i'm going to mentally prepare myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TO ALL WHO ARE GOING TO ENTER SENIOR BAND:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;listen up. you jolly well work hard. harder than what the trombone section has done. work hard and i swear, your efforts pay off. because when you work hard, the music comes out good, you feel it and i'll feel it. and we make that practice absolutely delightful. no more slacking during sectionals and no more wasting of time. i'm sure you know what i'm getting at. you have no idea how much it means to me when i see everybody enjoying themselves during practices when the music comes out good. but obviously you have to work hard. i want to see vast amounts of effort being put into every single thing. because you're a better batch then mine. so i believe you can excel, way furthur than i possibly can. &lt;em&gt;remember, anything less than 100% is not perfection.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;once again, as predicted, let my broken heart open and you ripped it out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-6318503397476155232?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/6318503397476155232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=6318503397476155232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/6318503397476155232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/6318503397476155232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-6990300153669683263</id><published>2007-05-06T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T17:15:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPYHAPPY BIRTHDAY!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late anyways. much love to all the people who wished me in person, sms, or online. you're greatly LOVED!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. JUST. ENCOUNTERD. A. PERV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fear random people adding me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that bugger is so gross i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;better not let me catch him.&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;i'd make sure he loses his family's jewels.&lt;br /&gt;punch him till the cats run away when they see him.&lt;br /&gt;i'll burn him alive.&lt;br /&gt;screw you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-6990300153669683263?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/6990300153669683263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=6990300153669683263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/6990300153669683263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/6990300153669683263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/05/happyhappy-birthday-late-anyways.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-5898972183750421929</id><published>2007-04-30T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:52:54.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh well. to a extra super long break from blogging. :D&lt;br /&gt;but i bet ya'll still haven't figure who the 'you' in the previous post is eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. digressing. but life's been..Excellent before the mid years started. really the bomb i tell you. but now, it's back too that long, winding bitchy self. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to update about really. ohohoh, but today, natENG, elsie and i went to parkway's to have lunch. then later, we went up to this dentistry. it was so damn freaky i tell you!! i hate dentists. but that man..mr loh i think was like really nice and stuff. he like checked our teeth for free. so fun! and I WANT TO PUT BRACES!!:) as in seriously. because as a slider, my teeth is like jutting? out. yup. and it's really UGLY. so bracesbraces, here i come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told mummy about it and she was like "braces is painful you know", and i'm like yah. but i still want to put though. thinking about that lovely straight teeth i can have in a year and a half or maximum two. AWESOME!:D&lt;br /&gt;but i have to extract like four teeth. F.O.U.R. 4. kill me. i fear &lt;s&gt;injections&lt;/s&gt;/&lt;s&gt;plucking of teeth&lt;/s&gt; PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think she's still considering. but i need to check how much it costs first. then i'll have braces and then super straight bright lovely teeth. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIGRESSING. okay. that's more than actually needed to talk about stinking extraction and braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. did i mention about my stalker? EEEEEWWW!! my goodness. it's so mortifying lahh! okay. there's this sec 1 girl from my school. she's like my ex-junior. because she quit band already. anyways, i don't know her at all. but i know her name and that she used to be from my section. anyways, she like asked me to be her "gan jie". like whatthehell lahh!! screw you. your a girl for goodness sakes! stay away form me you didgustiong piece of shit. stop talking to me, looking for me and just stay away from me! she like wants me to teach her every single day. i mean, if you were some hottie like yah, i wouldn't mind. but thing is you're a girl and your SEC ONE. grossness. shoo. beat it. begone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. so that pretty much sums up my life for you. hope you actually bothered to read. :D&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to josephine: ME TOO!!:)&lt;br /&gt;to claREEDsa: hahaha. TUNGSY. nono. TUNGGIE. :D i miss you babe.&lt;br /&gt;to CORNY: updated, and you actually read? coolness. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-5898972183750421929?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/5898972183750421929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=5898972183750421929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/5898972183750421929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/5898972183750421929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-7077668707125751025</id><published>2007-04-07T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T14:27:54.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU LIAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;go figure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-7077668707125751025?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/7077668707125751025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=7077668707125751025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/7077668707125751025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/7077668707125751025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-liar.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-8446977674068112828</id><published>2007-04-02T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T16:12:06.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hawaii was...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWESOME!!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i miss everything about hawaii. just read &lt;a href="http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and you'll know what. just minus DTT though. i'm absolutely lazy to list down every single thing i'm missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to a heavier note, i'm starting to face up to reality. SYF is in exactly a weeks' time, my homework pile is starting to become taller than i am, mid year's start on the 30th of april. and i'm not even half prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hawaii's been like this make-up spring break or rather one week vacation. but not xactly because we had work to do too. fun and stuff, but, for those who didn't know, we got a silver. yes, i think we deserved that silver. i mean, i'm part of the band too. and i know how it feels to not get something we all wanted badly, something we'd been working for for the past almost one year.&lt;br /&gt;we tried so hard, pushed so much for it, went all way out to prove and do our best. but what we were disadvantaged with was becase of only one main reason. it all boils down to the next 8 or so letters. BAND ROOM. yup. but you see, if you're just reading it off the screen like this, you'd probably think"oh this is just another bitch fit of jeanette's. she doesn't really care about the band becasue she didn't cry or feel upset when the band got a silver."&lt;br /&gt;well, you have no idea how BADLY i wanted to get the command performance okay. because i wanted to show to some certain individuals and the rest of the world what we can do. it's just that, i don't cry over spilt milk. after that last 'FFF' note in Virginia, that marked the end and nothing we do can actually affect our score. so you see, it's not that i don't give a shit. it's just the motto i live by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, nothing that the teacher had been teaching has been going into my head. before PBMF, i thought of hawaii 24/7. now, my mind is preoccupied. KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear miss big-dyky-loser-cum-liar and miss sonofabitch,&lt;br /&gt;i would love to shoot you. and i know you'd love to stab me. so stop pretending like we're the best of friends and stab me in the back with your tissue paper knives because it ain't gonna hurt me. i've said this before and i'm saying it again. BEAT IT. BEGONE. you know, i used to think i was really stupid to be bothered by your senseless remarks and snorts behind my back. but i finally am enlightened. i know why. i'm not bothered. i actually want to see how long you can last by making yourself feel less sore for all the wrong you've done me by covering up for your empty souls with useless lies. but just a word of advice, don't you even dare to implicate my family or insult any of my friends. one word of it and i swear, you're history.&lt;br /&gt;*by the way, your words take no effect on me. but my words shall dawn a negative effect unto you. thank you. goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i've cleared that, i'm sure you all want to know who the above mentioned people are. we can play like cluedo. i'll reveal a random letter a day. so, go figure. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighty night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-8446977674068112828?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/8446977674068112828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=8446977674068112828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/8446977674068112828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/8446977674068112828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/04/hawaii-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-4681633065085067551</id><published>2007-03-11T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T16:04:04.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeap. i haven't updated in a while and i know it. been really busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah. my phone's been sent for repair last tuesday and on wednesday, they called me to collect it but until now, i haven't. WHOO! yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been sick since thursday. went all the way to simei just to see a doctor. it was on the way luhh. to my cousin's house since my younger sister needed to go there for a practice paper before her ABRSM on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. anyways, SYF camp part 2 yesterday. didn't go on friday because the doctor gave me 2 days MC. everything went.. not so good. but in the end it was fine. there was this unexpected something happening due to a certain undesirable element coming to... help but in the end not help us. yup. shall not elaborate but the people who know will agree. so everythin went quite well in the end. and my daddy says the breifing was good and oh yah! my daddy likes eunice! he said the percussion was good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i found out who i'm rooming with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room 11.&lt;br /&gt;Lisbeth.&lt;br /&gt;Meredith.&lt;br /&gt;Josephine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite okay actually. butbutbut josephine's so quiet. at least i think she is. and lisbeth's just.. noisy. that's okay. and meredith is.. i don't know. oh well. i think i'll get along just fine. sheesh. it's gonna be so fun i tell you. CAMWHORE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. i'm so nervous now. and pretty deprived. don't ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;have fun in KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. hawaii's in like 12 days. i haven't bought anything yet. i'm &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; ready.&lt;br /&gt;bye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-4681633065085067551?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/4681633065085067551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=4681633065085067551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/4681633065085067551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/4681633065085067551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/03/yeap.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-4113200799256896879</id><published>2007-03-04T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:34:00.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. it's 3.38 pm on the 4th of march. it's high time for me to update my long overdue chinese new year post on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. i don't have all of the pictures but those from my phone. it's only 2 megapixels. so don't start whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the pictures do the talking. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep4RCFUbcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fR4UUe0CwAY/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037971367179611586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep4RCFUbcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fR4UUe0CwAY/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home made yu sheng. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep4RiFUbfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uC6ktb3w1u8/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037971375769546226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep4RiFUbfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uC6ktb3w1u8/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pork and liver. none of which i ate a wee bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep4RiFUbeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/e8SXj-feLCg/s1600-h/njasbgod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037971375769546210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep4RiFUbeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/e8SXj-feLCg/s320/njasbgod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dead prawns look sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep4RSFUbdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YBhS2dBt-Dw/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037971371474578898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep4RSFUbdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YBhS2dBt-Dw/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH. LOVELY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep5ACFUbgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oqayHW8SR5Y/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037972174633463298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep5ACFUbgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oqayHW8SR5Y/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep5ASFUbhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZvODaCoz394/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037972178928430610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep5ASFUbhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZvODaCoz394/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that orange part is good i tell you. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep5ASFUbiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BE4odaJyHzM/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037972178928430626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep5ASFUbiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BE4odaJyHzM/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our soup looked better than those not on the condemned table.(below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep5ASFUbjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iGPyT5EWvCM/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037972178928430642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep5ASFUbjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iGPyT5EWvCM/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep6vSFUbmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/d5p1OqDlZxc/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037974085893910114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep6vSFUbmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/d5p1OqDlZxc/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep6vCFUblI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iMp4YM3x-iA/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037974081598942802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep6vCFUblI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iMp4YM3x-iA/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep6vCFUbkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9jZYwR35OJc/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037974081598942786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep6vCFUbkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9jZYwR35OJc/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had loads of these on that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep_qSFUb0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/mt46ROKy9cU/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037979497552703298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep_qSFUb0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/mt46ROKy9cU/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;felt so wasted after drinking all those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep-jiFUbtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lpEukqE0zIU/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037978282076958418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep-jiFUbtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lpEukqE0zIU/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cam whore! at grandma's house on day one of chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep6vSFUbnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6FfexDLJoQo/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037974085893910130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep6vSFUbnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6FfexDLJoQo/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to.. a relatives' house. i don't know how to call her in english though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep7zyFUboI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3MPK49caVs4/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037975262714949250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep7zyFUboI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3MPK49caVs4/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep7zyFUbpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PkfBBYjhIhQ/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037975262714949266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep7zyFUbpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PkfBBYjhIhQ/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep70CFUbqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U7zQhCq4gj8/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037975267009916578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep70CFUbqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U7zQhCq4gj8/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep_qSFUbzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GOw1y0WYgRg/s1600-h/food..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037979497552703282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep_qSFUbzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GOw1y0WYgRg/s320/food..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were prolly what she was eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep70CFUbrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/olO4xeABBBQ/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037975267009916594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep70CFUbrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/olO4xeABBBQ/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep70SFUbsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FeAzHuiCEk8/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037975271304883906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep70SFUbsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FeAzHuiCEk8/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on the second day, tammy took a big ass picture of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep-jyFUbuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0CsazTMW4SM/s1600-h/la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037978286371925730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep-jyFUbuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0CsazTMW4SM/s320/la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the way to aunty kate's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep-kCFUbwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zjGhenNYXnU/s1600-h/hsajk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037978290666893058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep-kCFUbwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zjGhenNYXnU/s320/hsajk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear, unglam actions run in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep-jyFUbvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8boCyU83A3A/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037978286371925746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep-jyFUbvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8boCyU83A3A/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and on one of the days, we wnet to eat. AGAIN!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep_qSFUb1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/nSPomikTKU8/s1600-h/sahs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037979497552703314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep_qSFUb1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/nSPomikTKU8/s320/sahs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ugly FISHYFISHFISH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep_qCFUbyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/owfUKRBvmjM/s1600-h/fjgdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037979493257735970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep_qCFUbyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/owfUKRBvmjM/s320/fjgdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep_qCFUbxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-VhUobdI7dQ/s1600-h/prawns.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep_qCFUbxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-VhUobdI7dQ/s1600-h/prawns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037979493257735954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep_qCFUbxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-VhUobdI7dQ/s320/prawns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prawns!!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. not all of the pictures are here okay. i'm missing the crazy pictures and the whole family gathering ones. which are all in my cousins camera. oh well. update if i get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-4113200799256896879?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/4113200799256896879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=4113200799256896879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/4113200799256896879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/4113200799256896879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/Rep4RCFUbcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fR4UUe0CwAY/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-5820223700903862267</id><published>2007-02-20T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T10:43:59.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha. okay. the tag board thing is seriously amusing and annoying. this shows that i have a 'small'  bunch of really nice friends. but i would like to address a letter to this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear mr/ms/she/him/shim phuck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.i'm going to keep this short and i'm going to use less than half the percentage of my vocabulary lest your brain cannot process what i'm trying to say and the message does not come across clearly enough. after all, mr de already said your standard of english is not exactly very high. and this inference can be supported by the fact that currently, you only know one vulgarity. :D&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what you have against me because i, honestly speaking, have no idea who you are. and i have nothing against you except for the fact that you insulted my friends and now, my family. whatever it is between my sister and you is none of my business. and i swear, my sister knows no one from sp.(be it singapore poly or st patrick's school.) so if it is singapore poly, okay. i don't think it is singapore poly because doing redundadnt things like this shows the immature side of a person. and please, singapore poly consists of people above the age of 16. so yup. i can rule out that possibility.&lt;br /&gt;which brings me back to the point where you are from st patrick's school. i know very few people from there, and they all have NOTHING against me. of course, they know me. not very well like best of friends, but well enough to know that the bitchy side of me comes out when you have done me wrong. well enough to know that the outer appearance is not what i actually am. do not stereotype me with all the other people you hate because i hate stereotypes. 'm sure those who know me know this. generalise me just because i look super arrogant and bitchy? well, don't judge me before you even know me.&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, i think you're picking my blog to express your displeasure with either the st anthony's canossian secondary school girls, my sister(?), or you have a personal attack against me.&lt;br /&gt;so please, if you have nothing better to do, go weed the garden or do something constructive. because tagging on my blog with your rude comments isn't really my idea of constructive.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i have to say. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm done! well, lets see what this person has to say. okay. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-5820223700903862267?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/5820223700903862267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=5820223700903862267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/5820223700903862267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/5820223700903862267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/02/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-2986230607586806588</id><published>2007-02-16T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:17:23.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's friday! and i feeling absolutely high!! :D&lt;br /&gt;it's reunion dinner tomorrow and i'm kinda excited. strange but yes, considering the fact that i see my cousins(teeth-fer-ny and tatami mat) almost every week. but yup. can't wait to eat the steamboat! so high in protein! super nice to drink. and unhealthy. but i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had like 2 periods of lopez's lessons. got sent out of class during SS with ENGY. didn't hand up some structured-essay-question. oh well. but the most important thing is, that i got caught for wearing coloured bra. pfffft. like what the hell. she said" must you wear a strking pink bra to school? is it suitable for school?" hahaha. i didn't know wearing pink bra is an offence. i'll wear red/blue/green next time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came recess. heard there was some major verbal/fist fight going on between jia ning's clique and weina's. oh well. like a give a shit. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literature was really FUN. we were given this poem, chopped up. then we had to rearrange it to form our NEW poem or try to get a old one. i think it's a real lovely poem, so i'm gonna share it with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so here's the ACTUAL poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;One Perfect Rose.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All tenderly his messenger he chose;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Deep-hearted, pure, with scented due still wet--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One perfect rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I knew the language of the floweret;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"My fragile leaves," it sadid, "his heart enclose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love long has taken for his amulet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One perfect rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why is in no one has ever sent me yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One perfect limousine, do you suppose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ah no, it's always just my luck to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One perfect rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Dorothy Parker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweet right? i swear i think my pure lit teacher is still in the lovey dovey mood of valentine's day. Love poems. oh yah oh yah. and this is what we(engs, elsie, wen ting and i) came up with. crap lah. but it made some sense though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rubbish Version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Perfect Rose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He sent me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;One perfect rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A single flow'r,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;he chose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;his heart enclose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The language of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do you suppose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;okay. i can't remember the rest. hahaha. well. it's super hard okay. there must be poetic devices and stuff. like rhyming and imagery and personification. so difficult. so we used one poetic device and so the poem makes moe sense. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i hate Hitler. and i'm starrting to like History. i got 11/12 for one of my tests on the league of nations. yay! German history. i like. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that's it. see you. and i can't wait for reunion dinner!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. much thanks to lovely wan ting for being kind and buying ba kwa for me!! i love you babe. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-2986230607586806588?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/2986230607586806588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=2986230607586806588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/2986230607586806588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/2986230607586806588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-friday-and-i-feeling-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-8410095050734138585</id><published>2007-02-14T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:51:23.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i celebrated my valentine's day date-less, tuition, parkway and coffee bean. cool eh? oh well. much fun at parkway though. shopped for stuff, bought pineapple tarts, mocha frappe, and of course scaring matthew han. i'm sorry okay? if you ever read this. it was purely unintentional including the very loud/embarrassing/astonishing/draggy symbol of a sudden thought expressed in the form of "HHHHEEEYYYYY". when i realize something, my exprrssion is rather umm. draggy and loud. couldn't help it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm recently addicted to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't Take My Eyes Off You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;You'd be live heaven to touch&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you so much&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived&lt;br /&gt;And i thank god i'm alive&lt;br /&gt;You're just to good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just too way that i stare&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to compare&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you leaves me weak&lt;br /&gt;There are no words left to speak&lt;br /&gt;But if you feel like i feel&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know that it's real&lt;br /&gt;You're just to good to be true&lt;br /&gt;And my baby&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby&lt;br /&gt;And if it's quite all right&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;To warm the lonely night&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me when i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring me down, i pray&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty baby&lt;br /&gt;Now that i found you, stay&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;You'd be live heaven to touch&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna hold so much&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived&lt;br /&gt;And i thank god i'm alive&lt;br /&gt;You're just to good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby&lt;br /&gt;And if it's quite all right&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;To warm the lonely night&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me when i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring me down, i pray&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty baby&lt;br /&gt;Now that i found you, stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me love you baby&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-8410095050734138585?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/8410095050734138585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=8410095050734138585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/8410095050734138585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/8410095050734138585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-5196600526211730771</id><published>2007-02-07T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:38:37.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last post was on the 3 feb i think. so gonna continue updating as regularly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, band on monday was like totally ________.&lt;br /&gt;fill in the blank yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how we're gonna ________.&lt;br /&gt;do it again.&lt;br /&gt;well. that's all i have to say about monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was like let's-all-give-3/6-a-test-day. HEHH. long i know. but yup. that's what it seemed like. tuition after that. saw some interesting yet heart breaking stuff. she needs a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. nothing much happened. same old same old. handed up the SYF camp form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF CAMP!!&lt;br /&gt;it's this friday. gosh. i don't know how i'm gonna survive playing the choice/set piece. only this 2 you know. so urgh. i wanna play sway and practice for the Istana and assembly performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istana performance so happens to fall on the TWENTIETH of FEBRUARY. (i told you every 20 something sure got something on one.)   i can't waiit!&lt;br /&gt;Assembly performance on the 26th if i'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. i'm just listing out my calendar lahh. might as well not blog. i lost my blogger bug for quite sometime already. guess it just doesn't wanna come back. sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thnk i need to stop laughing at I**. everytime i see her, rather when elsie sees her, she'll call me and go I**!! god. then we'll start making fun and laughing at her. i feel really mean and horrible. i shouldn't be doing that you know. no integrity. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, i've been a bad girl. forgive me okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-5196600526211730771?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/5196600526211730771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=5196600526211730771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/5196600526211730771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/5196600526211730771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-post-was-on-3-feb-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-4582643260045561184</id><published>2007-02-03T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T13:26:30.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RcQcz3fAV5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nOu9PZL3pSg/s1600-h/1997163616[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027174761445218194" style="WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="268" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RcQcz3fAV5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nOu9PZL3pSg/s320/1997163616%5B1%5D.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think he's freaking hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-4582643260045561184?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/4582643260045561184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=4582643260045561184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/4582643260045561184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/4582643260045561184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-hes-freaking-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RcQcz3fAV5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nOu9PZL3pSg/s72-c/1997163616%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-6466772088596670741</id><published>2007-01-31T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T16:40:25.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't updated in WEEKS. so this is gonna be one of my longest ever possible post. and it shall date back to, 20 january.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Patricks school Passing Out Parade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natENG, elsie and i reached there at like 5.30 insted of 5. so we missed all the parts where they had to be promoted and stuff. so yup. heard St stephen's School Brass Band, and duh-ly their band. goodness. there were like super duper GOOD. and it's like transcription music. WOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr de said, i quote, &lt;em&gt;"if you girls sound like that, i'll die a happy man."&lt;/em&gt; and weelyn's and i guess everyone else's reply would be this:&lt;em&gt; "you'll never die happily, mr de.".&lt;/em&gt; HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to their giant-normously-large-band-room-which-is-smaller-compared-to-the-other-one-they-have. super clean and air-conditioned. and open from monday to saturday. because they have&lt;em&gt; self&lt;/em&gt;(initiated) practice. GOSH. people &lt;em&gt;WANT&lt;/em&gt; to practice. oh, i wanted to smear the cheese and spill the fruit punch into their band room floor(carpeted). and after "touring" we looked at the sign outide. which said something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"IF YOU'RE NOT PREPARED PLEASE DO NOT ENTER THE BAND ROOM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so us, being US, were talking to mr de that we pointed out the errors in the sign.(it's missing a full-stop[.] and a comma[,] you bozo) HAH.&lt;br /&gt;haha. mr de talked about something. when a certain ENG was there.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ASK ME&lt;/span&gt;. if you want to know lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to parkway to eat dinner and look for jennifer's present. MY GOD. so funny!! ernestine is one paranoid kid. and eunice's expression when she found those big chick's(or rather chiky's &lt;em&gt;family members&lt;/em&gt;) haha!! like when a kid sees sweets. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camp Corri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that 3 days of fun with the band-its. some lah. and laughing at people go high over some guy named &lt;em&gt;Raven&lt;/em&gt;. i seriously don't think he's hot. i swear. okay.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yup. went dragon Boating and we came in 2nd!!:)&lt;br /&gt;and i've seen through certain people. forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;oh yah! during camp, we had instrument-withdrawal-symptoms and miss eileen was our teacher-in-charge! ha.&lt;br /&gt;but my leg had this snapping feeling/sound at my thigh and i swear it hurt like fucking shit! oh yah, met audrey, farah at the festival court on the last day. HUG. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;and there's this facillitator whose name is &lt;em&gt;Fish&lt;/em&gt; and she looks familiar...&lt;br /&gt;i had some heart to heart talk with nat till about 1 am in the morning. had fun talking to her though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Instrument Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. that was last friday i think.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. the bass trombone is SO pretty!!! really! so nice! and i expected it to be really lousy and like not seasoned because it's&lt;strong&gt; NEW&lt;/strong&gt;. yup. but i can pitch easily. really easily! it's like my &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; baby now. and it has &lt;strong&gt;double&lt;/strong&gt;(2) valves!! how cool is that??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taught Sec ones drills and for goodness sakes!! they can't and don't understand drills. ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school as usual. then after school met cindy, weelyn, amanda khoo, audrey for lunch. then went to tuition. almost died. head hurt real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for audrey to finish her homework in the bandroom. then cabbed with ENG and audray. hur. CRAZY CAB DRIVER. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. that wasn't that long. surprisingly. oh yah. i have this funny feeling that i &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; pass my indices and standard forms test. OH. i can do accounts. it ain't that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. i currently like listening to &lt;em&gt;hengahkeebong&lt;/em&gt; songs. and er. smash mouth. and savage garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i might &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; be going to hawaii. &lt;strong&gt;SKYHIGH possibility&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I UPDATED!! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-6466772088596670741?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/6466772088596670741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;okay i get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'll STOP blogging already.&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry audrey.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like general and as a whole conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;and i have pride.&lt;br /&gt;even though i hate SAC.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i have that wee bit of belonging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick and tired of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm NEVER EVER gonna poke my very big nose into ANYONE else's affairs and comment on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-5815493493566014490?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/5815493493566014490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=5815493493566014490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/5815493493566014490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/5815493493566014490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-i-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-991468929672261653</id><published>2007-01-14T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:30:17.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it seems some people don't understand the message i'm bringing across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear someone from SPS,&lt;br /&gt;i agree to a large extent that the ____ has got nothing to do with anyone.  so what i'm pissed with is that stereotype that we ALL have this gender identity crisis. and the fact is, only MINORITY have this problem. and it's that minority that everyone seems to be noticing. the rest just can't be bothered with anything. so please, i'm not angry with the association with you people. i'mangry with the fact that certain people make generalizations and empty accusations that we have no reputation and are all lesbian/arrogant/bitchy. i mean ALL girls are bitchy. so please. i'm annoyed with the way people see only one side of the girls. and it's the ugly, unpleasant side. so, yes. that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before anymore complains of me being a bloody bitch, kindly read the post below at least twice before commenting. understand my point of view before tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you. and i will not entertan ANY annonymous comment. tag with your lovely name please? that's what a name is FOR. that's the purpose of a name. IDENTITY. otherwise, you can all be called annonymous1, annoymous 2, and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any slamming and de-faming comment will either be over-written or deleted.(if i know how and can remember my password, that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beybye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-991468929672261653?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/991468929672261653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=991468929672261653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/991468929672261653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/991468929672261653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-seems-some-people-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-4337574556638877983</id><published>2007-01-14T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T13:04:23.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everytime i go online, something/someoe will piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. i went online at around like 7,8 plus. then i went for my regular blog hopping. and AGAIN, something pissed me off. that same person in one of my previous posts, irritated the shit out of me. well rather, his pesky friends did.&lt;br /&gt;his post said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"A _________ is what i need to solve my problems."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then somehow or rather the "_______" became weelyn. so previously is audrey and now it's weelyn. so friends of the pair of them, tagged at his blog to show their displeasure right? (so did his friends anyway.) so, then he himself taged this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;crosby: i did not started it, it was jonathan eng or someone from his batch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to ask someone from his batch. then he didn't even know who the hell weelyn is. and told me he hated politics so i didn't pry any furthur.( i got so pissed off with him anyways. i went to sleep because i couldn't throw chairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then there was a furthur tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quek: and seriously, spamming this cbox is useless,jon eng wont stop.&lt;br /&gt;quek: hes jon eng for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well. what has this got to do with Weelyn anyway. i guess it's so FUN to spread rumours aye? i don't get it. so i'm like okay. this has nothing to do with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't really care until this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;def: sac has no reputation to uphold. so dont talk ****. you can carry on your wonders-ful life in sac for all we care. have your own face for all we care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to this def person: SCREW YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i totally agree to the fact where you said SAC has no reputation. (our reputation has been tarnished by the fact that SAC is a school full of lesbians. but there are exceptions OKAY.) but SAC Band has a reputation to uphold. like NBC Gold, and HAWAII and SYF.&lt;br /&gt;if you didn't know, WEELYN is from the band.&lt;br /&gt;so like you said, for all we care. YAH. like we even care whether you live or die. because by saing that, you're outright insulting all the girls in SAC. even though they might not know weelyn. so what the fuck is your problem? i mean, what did we even do? are we like thorns in your flesh? because if seeing us SAC girls cause irritation to you royal eyes *rolls eyes* get the bloody hell LOST.&lt;br /&gt;i've asked and checked. and their batch doesn't mix around with SACians much. and i'm the ONLY sacian he knows. so beat it. begone.&lt;br /&gt;because we don't even give a shit about you. well, thanks AGAIN for insulting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't let me find out who you are, because i swear i'll punch you in the dingdongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once again, i'm pissed off. i'm gonna throw chairs during band. everyone, steer clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't try to stop me. it ain't going to work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-4337574556638877983?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/4337574556638877983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=4337574556638877983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/4337574556638877983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/4337574556638877983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/01/everytime-i-go-online-somethingsomeoe.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-5720797101719074722</id><published>2007-01-03T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:10:43.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and happy new year one and all!&lt;br /&gt;a little late yes i know. but i can't help it. celebration on monday. upload pictures soon. sister's project mates came yesterday. now i hate these words: marketing, customer relationship management, consumer behavior, price, advertising. put all these together. the kill me. hate it to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first school day in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;twell me again how i survived it. i really don't know. i got like really screwy teachers. like l*opez. kill me. she's teaching english and SS. kill me. at least i'm in band 1 chinese. i guess i have to comfort myself. literature is some miss yeo and POA is mdm kee. i'm fine but i figured i'll just rot. nicole lim hui, i agree that l*opez is killing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning, i was surprised by the fact that JLoh wasn't there. so we had a 1/2 hour talk my the VP instead. not any better. still had the usual spot-check, expectation, yelling,warning and "change" talk. what's new. looks like a leopard never changes it's spots. just like how SAC will never change to be more... standard. it's better this way anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know now is, it's either we get a gold and glorify her name, or be treated like dirt. with our hard work an effort, she takes she credit. what has she done for us? has she given us a band room? a proper venue to practice? if so, where? all we have now is one third of a classroom to store our instruments. and what about our OWN concert? saying that the students will be too stressed is fucking bullshit. because we all know it. it's her refusal to believe or rather, BIAS. she doesn't even need to pay a single cent. i don't care of she doesn't want to watch our concert. we don't like you either. your presence will not affect our performance. at all. with all these horrible things you have done, you can still claim credit. well, just shut your trap. because your such a bloody liar. and becasue of all these, everyone hates you. and i, who thought that you were fine, take back my word. you bloody bitch, screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me again how many times i will be going to hell. because i've just cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if you've read the above, people can't say i'm defaming anybody. if you come and sue me, you're probably guilty of this. because i didn't pin-point or write anybody's name down. so screw off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. read the passage? good for you.(:&lt;br /&gt;see you. till then.&lt;br /&gt;how screwed up did i say my life was?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-5720797101719074722?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/5720797101719074722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=5720797101719074722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/5720797101719074722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/5720797101719074722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-happy-new-year-one-and-all-little.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-3367177107593359091</id><published>2006-12-29T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T14:04:51.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the internet is up and going people!! WOOHOO!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been online for the past few days due to the 7.1 richter scale earth quake tht happened in taiwan. the quake has disrupted internet connections. therefore, i as a singtel user, have my internet down. TADAH! i know my stuff okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. so many things have happened for the few days i haven't been online and stuff. i just realised how foolish i am. wishful thinking huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my sister's not coming home today. she's staying at a friend's to do her project. which means i have the whole bed to myself. WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cindy poh's going away from tomorrow until the 2nd of january. :(&lt;br /&gt;buddy!! you've got to come back soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i think i've lost my long post touch. must be the thought of school re opening and homework and _____ clouding my mind. SHIT LAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, remember the song i put in my last post? it's called "close to you" by the Carpenters. you know. the one who sang "top of the world" and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. going off to read blogs. see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-3367177107593359091?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/3367177107593359091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=3367177107593359091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/3367177107593359091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/3367177107593359091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/12/internet-is-up-and-going-people-woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-6293175789189737191</id><published>2006-12-26T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T16:51:29.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yup. i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this christmas is the best and the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, i do feel lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;wonderful.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy. i feel sad. i feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; EMO&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like me, they long to be.&lt;br /&gt;close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go figure out what song it is. i heard it some where..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. ask me in school.&lt;br /&gt;and i see if i like you.&lt;br /&gt;if i like you, i'll tell you. if i don't, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;those whom i tell, you lips and fate are sealed.&lt;br /&gt;spill a word and off with youur head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-6293175789189737191?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/6293175789189737191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=6293175789189737191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/6293175789189737191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/6293175789189737191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/12/yup.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-6434700537405986388</id><published>2006-12-26T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T13:05:10.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M BACK!!!!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i shall start my long post. so buckle up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temasek Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was fine. i was concentrating on the concert. one part only. which was when they had this trombone trio thingy. yah. the rest of the time was spent laughing and talking, looking and praying that i don't zao geng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then came the end of the concert. HAHA. so funny. and, i just realised that i am VERY blind. because things that are 7 feet away from me, i cannot see. oh well. no elaboration. it's just pure FUNNY.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legend Hotel Trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. i've decided not to say much and let the photos do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCgWAJsYiI/AAAAAAAAABA/9PFZ5suAhuM/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012682685121585698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCgWAJsYiI/AAAAAAAAABA/9PFZ5suAhuM/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reindeer. bloody guy next to it was smoking and walked into my picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCgVwJsYgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ci4iQfDlqOg/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012682680826618370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCgVwJsYgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ci4iQfDlqOg/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;christmas tree at the lobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCgWAJsYhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/trHF9gNgbws/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012682685121585682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCgWAJsYhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/trHF9gNgbws/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ribbon-rope like decoration thingy at the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZChEwJsYjI/AAAAAAAAABI/JBIINVwTcaw/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012683488280470066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZChEwJsYjI/AAAAAAAAABI/JBIINVwTcaw/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitchenette. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZChEwJsYkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tkRckoUKlCo/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012683488280470082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZChEwJsYkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tkRckoUKlCo/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the king sized bed that we slept on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZChFAJsYlI/AAAAAAAAABY/mfzwCEEGLrY/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012683492575437394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZChFAJsYlI/AAAAAAAAABY/mfzwCEEGLrY/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petronas Towers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCh2gJsYmI/AAAAAAAAABg/-mERVY7YNmQ/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012684342978962018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCh2gJsYmI/AAAAAAAAABg/-mERVY7YNmQ/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the view from at night. those 2 things are the towers okay.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCh2gJsYnI/AAAAAAAAABo/nyQ4flyccFA/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012684342978962034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCh2gJsYnI/AAAAAAAAABo/nyQ4flyccFA/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this laundry basket, and i found my sister hiding in it. she said she was a turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAKE TIME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012685416720786050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCi1AJsYoI/AAAAAAAAABw/Qz0G1U594kk/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCi1QJsYpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5wq7bnvSxys/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012685421015753362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCi1QJsYpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5wq7bnvSxys/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCi1QJsYqI/AAAAAAAAACA/VB0cC_2RO38/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012685421015753378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCi1QJsYqI/AAAAAAAAACA/VB0cC_2RO38/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret recipie is still as yummy as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RANDOM SHOTS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCi1QJsYrI/AAAAAAAAACI/nyiYN0JVFGk/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012685421015753394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCi1QJsYrI/AAAAAAAAACI/nyiYN0JVFGk/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCi1QJsYrI/AAAAAAAAACI/nyiYN0JVFGk/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;left over pizza for supper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCj1wJsYsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4bzuWQu9gUs/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012686529117315778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCj1wJsYsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4bzuWQu9gUs/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we want LONGEVITY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THINGS WE SELDOM SEE IN THE MALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCj1wJsYtI/AAAAAAAAACY/Q2pBoMG40y4/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012686529117315794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCj1wJsYtI/AAAAAAAAACY/Q2pBoMG40y4/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hermit crab?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCj1wJsYuI/AAAAAAAAACg/KmYSeaazdt8/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012686529117315810" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="134" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCj1wJsYuI/AAAAAAAAACg/KmYSeaazdt8/s320/Image017.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;raccoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCj2AJsYvI/AAAAAAAAACo/45vwk-ynkF8/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012686533412283122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCj2AJsYvI/AAAAAAAAACo/45vwk-ynkF8/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GECKO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCq3QJsYwI/AAAAAAAAACw/zujmfVPYn14/s1600-h/Image018+edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012694251468514050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCq3QJsYwI/AAAAAAAAACw/zujmfVPYn14/s320/Image018+edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;what the hell are those white stuff on the christmas tree?? is it supposed to be like snow or like cloth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAH. oh well. i guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-6434700537405986388?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/6434700537405986388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=6434700537405986388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/6434700537405986388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/6434700537405986388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-so-i-shall-start-my-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RZCgWAJsYiI/AAAAAAAAABA/9PFZ5suAhuM/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-962330179686843298</id><published>2006-12-20T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T16:33:06.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so i have decided to continue blogging. because almost everything i mentioned is settled. christmas cards are just lacking those licking and stamping. and my personal issues? that's for me to know and for you to find out.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for band just now. haven't played in like ages(actually, it's only been a week...) so i'm like rusty. then audrey.sherri,farah and weelyn called us in for some "talk" thingy. then there was this point she mentioned. "settle all personal diputes and stuff. can you imagine going to hawaii with your enemy?" i thought about it. and i realised this.&lt;br /&gt;i don't hate her. i'm serious. i don't have a streak of hatred for her. i don't feel ANYTHING for her. i don't like her, i don't hate her, i don't love her. so what does this mean? it looks to me as though there's nothing to settle at all. because i suppose the opposite of love is not hate. it's indifference. so i guess there'll be nothing to settle since there's no dispute. so whether she lives or dies, it doesn't affect me. if i hated her, i'd wish for her to die right? so i guess that's the end. a real big full-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the sudden rush of being EMO. so, i'll move on to happier topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been raining and raining for the past 72 hours. and it's COLD. the water i mean. when you turn on the tap. so, what has this heavy rain taught miss jeanette ong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain has taught me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the importance of an umbrella, jacket and pocket tissues in your bag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to appreciate the water heater; and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to understand why those steps to enter the condominium were built. although i dreadfully climb them, but it's to save our asses. so that we don't drown during heavy rains since geylang is a low-lying area.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;there. that's all it's taught me. well, i mean, i learn new things everyday. good for me i guess. i'll upload pictures tomorrow. when i'm free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;going for temasek concert later. please pray i won't sleep. because i'll be to engrossed in &lt;s&gt;looking&lt;/s&gt; the concert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;byebye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-962330179686843298?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/962330179686843298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=962330179686843298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/962330179686843298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/962330179686843298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-so-i-have-decided-to-continue.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-2319408999270486352</id><published>2006-12-16T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T12:11:00.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have never looked so much forward to a holiday. for the first time in my life, i am actually EXCITED to go for the short trip to malaysia. i mean, normally, i would be a little unwillng to go because my friends are in sngapore and i have loads to do and say to them, but this time, i just need this break really badly. i want a break from band(though i enjoy it), i want a break from work, i want a break from EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i have just decided to do everything i have to do before i head off to malaysia on friday. when i say everything, i mean EVERY single, damn, effing thing that has to be done. be it online homework(in which i've checked, there's NONE!!) ,other stupid little problems and of course christmas card sending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so once i've completed doing ALL the above mentioned &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; tasks, i will most probably NOT update. so i guess, for those of you who are still willing to tag, god bless your merciful soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 98 days to hawaii. but i don't feel a wee bit excited. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-2319408999270486352?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/2319408999270486352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=2319408999270486352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/2319408999270486352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/2319408999270486352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-never-looked-so-much-forward-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-4943020451423013684</id><published>2006-12-13T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:42:47.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. OH MY GOD. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;anything you wanna know, come and find me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;don't find me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking through my science text book yesterday, doing some form of revision for next year since i'm taking physics/chem. and yes, i was studying my most hated atoms, molecules and ions. so after that chapter, i gave up and started using platic to wrap my sister's books. so i wrapped until about 12.45 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched my chinese show after that and here comes the main point. i went into my room to sleep at around 2 plus. but i lied there thinking, tossing and turning. i only fell asleep at 5 plus. and here i am now, blogging. i woke up at 9 plus. not including the part where i set my alarm at 7 just in case my sister wouldn't wake up. i slept for a freaking 4 hours. and i'm not a wee bit tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during that time where i laid awake, i did some really deep thinking. i asked myself a question very commonly seen and asked around the world to people of any race, age and gender. so here's the big question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What is love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to give those retarded answers. like a four letter word found in the 'L' section of the dictionary. but i thought and thought about it. and here's my answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a tear of an angel, droppeth from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-4943020451423013684?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/4943020451423013684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=4943020451423013684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/4943020451423013684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/4943020451423013684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-looking-through-my-science-text.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-5875931425052068757</id><published>2006-12-12T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T15:22:05.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm wasting this whole entire holiday. i'm serious. until now, i haven't started on any form of holiday homework. at least cindy has started tuition and stuff. what about me? i haven't done anything. i can't even do simple equations. i can't memorise (atb)2= whatever it's supposed to be equivalent to. my algebra sucks. i can't even do easy ones like this lah. and i'm in sec three next year. &lt;s&gt;kill me.&lt;/s&gt; i know. i honestly thank god that i'm taking accounts next year. because there'll be people that can help me. but all i know is that if by next year, i don't go for tuition, and continue F9-ing my math, i can kiss my 'o levels bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling really moody and depressed these few days. because i feel that something is missing. i can't say that i know what it is. yet i can't say i don't. i guess i should really just don't give a shit about it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do list:&lt;br /&gt;1. forget IT.&lt;br /&gt;2. don't give a damn about IT.&lt;br /&gt;3. just freaking leave everything behind and move on.&lt;br /&gt;4. stop harping on it.&lt;br /&gt;5. delete IT out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; i can do that&lt;/s&gt;. who am i kidding?? i can't. i just can't bring myself to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for those who don't know what the IT is, try thinking. don't come and a&lt;/em&gt;sk&lt;em&gt; me or pretend you know what it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all i'll blog about until i can straighten out my thinking. till then.&lt;br /&gt;have yourself a merry little christmas.(:&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-6952030565385536162</id><published>2006-12-10T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:09:08.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found out something that i'm not supposed to find out. okay. maybe not totally like "not supposed" to, but like, something that's none of my business. i mean, so what if i know about it? what difference will it make to my life? well, all i can say it has done so far is to provide me with a temporary and natural high. which will disapppear when the novelty wears off. and of course, has made me indebted to someone. oh well, what can i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that band has stepped down until the 20th, i feel bored. yes, of course i am grateful. itherwise, i'll be complaining and whining about the fact that i have band almost 3/4 of my 14 year old life. there'll be lesser things to blog about. except the mundane life i have at home. what's more, i don't have to do any more house work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A FREAKING MAID!! yes. i honestly thank god that i have absolutely no more housework to do. because i am SICK of it. can't be helped i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i've been hooked onto Sugar Ray. don't ask me why. because i myself have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ode To The Lonely Hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -Sugar ray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please stay away till the end of the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When nothing's on the run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please stay away till I can't find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reason and the fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I've seen all their happiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can only be down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go take your soul make an ode to the lonely hearted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These broken dreams are not what they seem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's so much more than this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't see how she wont think now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of everything we'll miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All those words that have gone before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May as well have been mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go take your soul make an ode to the lonely hearted [x2]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's a real life story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's so little time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's a real nice story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it seems it defined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These cigarettes weren't really the thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're just to ease my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder so if she'll ever know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of all we left behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the 31 dreams we had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;31 were my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go take your soul make an ode to the lonely hearted [x3]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess that's it. until i can find something to blog about. and i am lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-6952030565385536162?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/6952030565385536162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=6952030565385536162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/6952030565385536162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/6952030565385536162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-found-out-something-that-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-6327742464267011</id><published>2006-12-08T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T14:11:32.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. for the sake of eunice gee, i have decided to post &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;details in today's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RXj_U92qEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/gj1vp9Y0aDo/s1600-h/VW124-g[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006031721488584834" style="CURSOR: hand" height="305" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RXj_U92qEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/gj1vp9Y0aDo/s320/VW124-g%5B1%5D.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this is the bloody vera wang dress. it costs a whopping $3690. bloody hell. so expensive lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RXj_VN2qEKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AvGNnfke2zo/s1600-h/weddingband[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006031725783552162" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="173" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RXj_VN2qEKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AvGNnfke2zo/s320/weddingband%5B1%5D.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wedding band looked similar to this. and it's platinum for goodness sakes. the names were engraved onto it. and it's super cool.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i couldn't find the shoes and the tiara. because it was like so hard. at least now you know. and the flowers and drapes were like the normal ones you see.yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go to school today. i was being LAZY. so byebye band for the next few weeks until the 20th!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohohohoho. i honestly think that the guy from fahrenheit, the taiwanese boyband, is super hot!! GOD!!! he's from brunei, he's super tall, he's handsome, he's GORGEOUS!! go to youtube, type this "hana kimi" if you have time or you're feeling sad and depressed. because you'll laugh your guts out!! oh, prepare a tissue box. because you'll have nose bleed.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i think that's my post for today. going to catch as many episodes as i can of that. LOVELY.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mouse: HAHA. don't eeyur people. it's not good.&lt;br /&gt;to audrey: yup. that's what everyone said. that dream is hilarious shit.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i really really really want to go to the birdpark.): but i'm LAZY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-6327742464267011?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/6327742464267011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=6327742464267011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/6327742464267011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/6327742464267011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2X2CSxlmDK8/RXj_U92qEII/AAAAAAAAAAM/gj1vp9Y0aDo/s72-c/VW124-g%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-1622563353575199753</id><published>2006-12-07T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T17:54:43.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fell asleep on the bus after talking to cindy on the phone about a &lt;em&gt;certain&lt;/em&gt; something. and within that 15 minutes, i slept so soundly that i could actually dream. and that's what today's post will be about. at least half or something. in the whole entire thing, i was just like the audience watching whatever that was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the dream went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey, amanda, cindy and weelyn were busy picking out a wedding gown. and then they wee talking and talking really loudly, comparing this dress to the other. "i think sleeveless will be better..." "... you sure can fit or not?? so long lah the dress!!". so then, they all finally agreed on this ONE vera wang dress. it was white and yah. very nice beads sown to the front.(up till this point, i still didn't know WHO was getting married.) then the 4 of them started trying on thier own dresses and of course i knew they were bridesmaids... then they picked the flowers to be tied in the church and the bouquet of flowers to be thrown when the bride was to leave the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then came the wedding day. it was a church wedding. so it only hit me here. it was EUNICE's and ________'s wedding. (fill in the blank yourself). he was there, waiting anxiously and fidgeting. while eunice strolled down the aisle. then yah, exchanged vows ladada... kissed and went out of the church. whenshe threw the bouquet, the flowers were in the air and about to touch the ground. and i woke up. luckily, i didn't miss my stop.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why the hell i was dreaming all this crap lah. and guess who was the priest? dome guy who looks like mr de souza.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. band everyday until today.. last practice. yay!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr de can't stop making fun of me. funny lah!! forever messaging... evidence and stuff like that. WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i want to go to jurong bird park.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-1622563353575199753?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/1622563353575199753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=1622563353575199753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/1622563353575199753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/1622563353575199753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/12/fell-asleep-on-bus-after-talking-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-5312404330305892086</id><published>2006-12-04T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:55:38.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the combine today wasn't as bad as i expected it to be. and it wasn't that fun either. because there was NO  eye candy. it wasn't as fun as the one at st patricks.):&lt;br /&gt;played night safari. both band kinda erm. sucked. but when eunich gg came back my gosh!! so LOUD the percussion. and then Loyang played their Gulliver's travels( SYF piece). ok. wasn't that good but the flutes were LOUD! and SAC played Virginia and yah. they all got a shock because it was super LOUD. and it was pretty good. YAY us. and both schools played their first movement. and we continued our second movement thanks to bass clarinets. so all of us joined in.(: wee-lyn didn't play her solo though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at the 14 bus stop, on the way to park way, there was this bunch of people talking about our band. then this woman, she was like " they play their clarinets then after that got saliva drip out of the clarinets and got one puddle on the floor!...."".... then they play only one song!! then not exactly very nice!!" wah lao. so irritating lah. like she can play like that. ANNOYING.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahaha. mr de knows something. and i don't think audrey knows yet. but eunice knows already. it was all a freaking accident ok?? DAMN. you all are like POOOOOOF! ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i embarrassed myself in front of loyang. there were 2 chairs on the floor. and i wanted to stack another to chairs on top of it. so i was like staring and stuff, trying to fit the chair in, while loyang was having fall-in, at sedia(attention) position. so then i was directly opposite(facing) them. oh to my horror, the chair didn't fit properly. and the 2 chairs slipped and fell against my chest.(oww.) so i screamed loudly, as though i got raped. and my dear stickcells came to my rescue. gosh. that bloody guy who laughed. you're gonna get it. seems like it's not normal for a girl to scream in pain. boo you.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan ting!! you never come today. idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. i think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm caught in the middle. if i side anyone, i'm being bias. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-5312404330305892086?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/5312404330305892086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=5312404330305892086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/5312404330305892086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/5312404330305892086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-3758085476593886290</id><published>2006-12-02T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:08:23.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. this is funny. i've been using the normal blogger account. and then, yesterday, when i was changing my template, blogger "upgraded" my account to blogger beta. which is the Google one lah. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. whatever. change of skin. YAY. because i was so sick of that pink thingy, taking ever so long just to open the bloody page. so, just leave it as plain and simple. EASY.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened really. just that monday's practice is with loyang and CCPS. which is good. and mr de said this.:&lt;br /&gt;"amali can't play for nuts. it's good that he's coming on monday. you all can embarrass him. and laugh at him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha. am i delighted to hear this. because i don't have to worry. just laugh at him for being so er... weak. what's more, he's a guy for goodness sakes. we're female. so we have smaller lungs. but where does all the air from his lungs go to?? i'll find out.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i've just finished housework so i'm actually quite free. but i'm going to watch spice girl's video. you know."holler". so tata.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a secret to share. but i can't. yet i'm so tempted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-3758085476593886290?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/3758085476593886290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=3758085476593886290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/3758085476593886290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/3758085476593886290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116488241358852785</id><published>2006-11-30T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:27:00.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. so after yesterday's super duper long post, which i only had a few sentences of my own and the rest were all answers to quiz questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what have i been doing today??? woke up at around 6 supposed to be 6.30 but oh well, wakingn up a little earlier wouldn't kill.. anyways, made my way to school and reached like freaking early can!!!! like whoa. anyways, played FIRST trombone for pirates and some other songs.. yah. i think i can make it. just need a bit of practice...(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupps. after that went for lunch and here i am at my cousins' house. supposd to teach her how to play the freaking cornet lah. done that. so now, she's doing some work and i'm BLOGGING. yay me.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i officially miss RJ. hohoho. can you please come back soon?? i know you want to see amali... but i also know rom the message you sent me that you think turkish guys are to die for because they're HOT!  yah i know!! but still in singapore there's your beloved trombone section and amali and well... your home and stuff. i know you miss my rubbish and my looking out for the...&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. please some back in one piece ok??(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. i'm like talking to my sister and her personal message just had to be the spice girls song. you know "i wanna make you holler and make you scream my name" HAHA. and now it's freaking stuck in my head. damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. it's a few days more till elsie comes back. and many days more till RJ returns. oh man... i'm like quite sad. i miss RJ already...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i have nothing more to say...ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i wanna make you holler make you scream my name&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116488241358852785?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116488241358852785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116488241358852785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116488241358852785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116488241358852785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok_30.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116480761224890603</id><published>2006-11-29T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:40:12.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and yet again i get sabo-ed. WHEE!(:&lt;br /&gt;quiz time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 40 Random People You Know&lt;br /&gt;1. cindy&lt;br /&gt;2. celestia&lt;br /&gt;3. ru jing&lt;br /&gt;4. candy&lt;br /&gt;5. eunice&lt;br /&gt;6. audrey&lt;br /&gt;7. nicole&lt;br /&gt;8. noor'ain&lt;br /&gt;9. triana&lt;br /&gt;10. wan ting&lt;br /&gt;11. elsie&lt;br /&gt;12. wee lyn&lt;br /&gt;13. claudia&lt;br /&gt;14. ruoen&lt;br /&gt;15. samantha chan&lt;br /&gt;16. amanda khoo&lt;br /&gt;17. joey&lt;br /&gt;18. cornelius&lt;br /&gt;19. john wong&lt;br /&gt;20. jill&lt;br /&gt;21. tiffany&lt;br /&gt;22. tammy&lt;br /&gt;23. jennifer&lt;br /&gt;24. farah bobbina&lt;br /&gt;25. juliet&lt;br /&gt;26. felicia&lt;br /&gt;27. qi hui&lt;br /&gt;28. sharon&lt;br /&gt;29. rachel&lt;br /&gt;30. samantha chong&lt;br /&gt;31. abigial&lt;br /&gt;32. shi lin&lt;br /&gt;33. alyssa&lt;br /&gt;34. natalie ng&lt;br /&gt;35. natalie eng&lt;br /&gt;36. pei qi&lt;br /&gt;37. adel&lt;br /&gt;38. joey poon&lt;br /&gt;39. natalie koh&lt;br /&gt;40. ethel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the questions:&lt;br /&gt;Who is #9 to you? &lt;em&gt;my beloved senior!(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #12 have a hot older brother? &lt;em&gt;nope. she has an annoying younger brother i think..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you make out with #2? &lt;em&gt;GOSH! no way!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about #13? &lt;em&gt;NEVER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or #30? &lt;em&gt;NO!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #1 your best friend? &lt;em&gt;YES! POH!(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #3 cute? &lt;em&gt;yah. DORA LINEN RU JING CHIN CHOW.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about #5? &lt;em&gt;erp. i guess so. MOUSE. so girlie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or #23? &lt;em&gt;hmm. she's super funny!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or #36? &lt;em&gt;ok lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet #4? &lt;em&gt;band.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And #7? &lt;em&gt;hoho. long story. ask me!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And #18? &lt;em&gt;er.. long story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever go out with #20? &lt;em&gt;yeah. my sister what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or #28? &lt;em&gt;nope&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Who is #40?&lt;em&gt;my very funny classmate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hug #8?&lt;em&gt; yeah. whenever i see her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about #15? &lt;em&gt;nope. don't think so...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or #25? &lt;em&gt;of course. my younger sis!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or #37? &lt;em&gt;nope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel sorry for #11?&lt;em&gt; sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told #14 you loved him/her? &lt;em&gt;nope. but i would.(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would #6 and #10 make a good couple? &lt;em&gt;oh god!! NO WAY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about #16 and #28? &lt;em&gt;NEVER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 and #22?&lt;em&gt; NO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#24 and #32? &lt;em&gt;NO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are #38 and #37 best friends? &lt;em&gt;nope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #34 drink coffee 24/7?&lt;em&gt; no lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is #9 addicted to?&lt;em&gt; hmm. YAWNING!(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which # would you look best with? &lt;em&gt;not anyone here i guess...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which # would #5 date? &lt;em&gt;er... ASK ME. i shan't type it here..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about #16? &lt;em&gt;RAIN. i dunno lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or #27? &lt;em&gt;don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. ask me if i didn't answer directly. because STAP. (acronym for Some Things Are Private)&lt;br /&gt;yupps. it's only wednesday and i'm starting to miss elsie's nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;doesn't mean i tie my hair means i'm in love ok!! don't know where you all came up with this strange analogy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116480761224890603?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116480761224890603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116480761224890603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116480761224890603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116480761224890603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-yet-again-i-get-sabo-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116470697506296447</id><published>2006-11-28T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:42:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. the combine yesterday wasn't as bad as i expected it to be. actually, it was FUN. i had no idea why i was so worried. and afraid. because the SYF peice was some simple shit. and yah. i could see... across to the otherside of the BIG band. i swear. it was so HUGE!! the hall, the school, the number of people, EVERYTHING. yup. and we played the freaking piece like what, 4 times. we arrived at st patricks the latest lah! then had sectionals from 1 plus to three and as usual, ru jing and i went around the school, looking around but our main purpose was to find the french horns to get tuners. HAHA. so we slacked at talked to bobbina and kurulam. at around to plus, went down to sclak again and to refill ru jing's bottle. oh well. did i mention about the unglamourous thingi did? well, i needed to pee really badly before we left, so i ws practically JUMPING to the toilet. so of course poeple were staring at me hopping/running/jumping/moving with my knees together making my way to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. that was a long sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. today's band practice was a waste of time. ok fine. it was more of a self practice than a band practice. so boring lah. didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;but CO had a recording so we couldn't play much during combined sectionals.(damn.) so audrey decided to SING out our parts. so when we came to Virginia, eunice(mouse) had to sing out ruoen's/weelyn's solo. OH MY GOD!!! it's really some hilarious shit i tell you!! her voice is HIGH!!! freaking high!! she sang pirate's solo. so as ususal, ru jing and i would make fun of her very high pitched voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. there are so many changes in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. candy is talking more and getting high. GOSH. {ask me if you wanna know!}&lt;br /&gt;2. eunice is becoming more gay. nono, more girlie. like a little girl. what's more her voice is so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a secret to share. ask me if you want to know. because bloggersphere is such a dangerous world. my dear bandies, i think you already know. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. i felt super short yesterday. because everyone seemed so TALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i've tried to hide it so that no one knows, but i guess it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bsb fever is coming back.):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116470697506296447?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116470697506296447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116470697506296447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116470697506296447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116470697506296447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116443040220410764</id><published>2006-11-25T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T12:53:22.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD!!! ok. i have no idea what's up with me these few days. my mood swings are AWFUL. so i'm really afraid i'll piss someone off. GOSH. one minute i'm super high(like yesterday) and the next i'm like a grouch. no. like some emo kid. when i'm NOT. probably due to menses right? ok. please let mine be over before monday!! i don't want to be a grouch! i'd rather be like some crazy monkey jumping around then sit there and sulk. GOD. i need to start praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days have been fine. just that with certain things happening, and going to school EVERYDAY, my energy is running low. really low. i come home from school tired and sleepy.but i can't plonk myself onto the bed. because there are so mnay thingsi wnt to do. like housework and blogging. but by the time i finish my housework, t'll be too late to start blogging and going online. so my dears, i wont be going online as often anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i sound as if i have this HUGE obsession with housework. NO i don't ok. and i think i'm obsessed with Dor The Explorer. thanks to RJ. i mean, she keeps singing the songs and i seriously thinks she looks like dora the explorer. goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness. i think i should stop listening to sexyback. because yesterday, when i was washing the bowls and stuff, we were singing sexyback. then came to a part when they had this 'whoo!' part. so my sister, as usual, doing unglam stuff poited her index finger upwards and swung forward. going "WHOO!" and guess what? the man who was going into the lift saw my sister in the kitchen and frowned. GOSH! haha! looks like i'm not the only one doing unglamourous stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in june, i went back for one of the junior band practices. and i didn't silent my phone. so my phone rang. and i was like oh shit! so in the music room, i jumped over three rows of chairs in two jumps. then i ran out. and guess what mr de said? "i like the way she runs" GOD. you know how embarrassing that is? in front of the whole junior band, there i was jumping  and running like a mad woman! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. that's it. i'm going to stop bloging. i'm going to wash the toilet. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kill me before monday. i don't want to die.):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116443040220410764?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116443040220410764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116443040220410764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116443040220410764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116443040220410764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-world-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116419832659952538</id><published>2006-11-22T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:25:26.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, i haven't been updating. because i've been wanting to consolidate all the stuff that happened into this post. so i shall start with what happened TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think you all already know that i hate the maid right? ever since like 3 maids ago, there was one who got sent home. she was a THEIF. so then i bet she probably cursed us because all the subsequent maids were all stupid. so then, the previous one that could work left because of some family issues. now this current maid is just really annoying and has a bloody attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister made a prayer in her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill (4:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thou shalt give me the wisdom and strength to stop thy self from killing her. i pray for your blessings o lord, that a miracle shalt fall unto her. let her be smart over night and thy shall be eternally greatful. thy wilt learn to forgive her sins and patience shalt be a virtue of thine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from the DaGreat gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the prayer. BUT, her prayer, miraculously, WORKED. better than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE. IS. GONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *throws confetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. she got fired this morning. because of many reasons. but there was one because she BROKE, i repeat broke, the shower. you know that metal thing that holds the shower head... yah. she broke it. and this morning, that dangerous thing almost fell on my head. i could have died in there! so anyways, i think i didn't murder anybody in my past life. because god has blessed me with such great fortune. gosh. thanks God, i'll buy you candy canes during christmas!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so band yesterday and today. nothing much. just kept playing Virginia and stuff. how mundane. but oh well. Rujing and candy kept entertaining us. so FUN!! about the alchohol swab thing and the c..... (you want to know?? come and ask ME!!!) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and we like singing A LOT. RJ/dipsy/dora the explorer likes to sing the Dora the Explorer theme song(you know the du-du-du-du-du dora) and the powerpuff girls theme song. and i like christmas songs and hyms. haha! makes me sound so holy. ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i'm supposed to go for some band com meeting thingy. damned. it's like at 10 in the morning. and yah. audrey liaw/chicken and farah/bobina wants me to go. why&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiya. and i was thinking of sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm really lazy. time for some more sleep. NO!!! HOUSEWORK. =( but i'm still glad she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agree totally to this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the steadfast love of the lord never ceases.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;his mercies never come to an end."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing it with me dears!!!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116419832659952538?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116419832659952538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116419832659952538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116419832659952538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116419832659952538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116385513205135421</id><published>2006-11-18T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:00:06.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling well, odd.&lt;br /&gt;stole this from some blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to get below 30 points in total tobe considered an ange and if its over..you are a DEVIL.&lt;br /&gt;1) smoked b4 []&lt;br /&gt;2) drink alcohol b4 [x]&lt;br /&gt;3) slept with someone of the opposite sex []&lt;br /&gt;4) slept with someone of the same sex [x]&lt;br /&gt;5) gotten into any fights []&lt;br /&gt;6) kissed someone of the opposite sex b4 [] daddy not considered right?&lt;br /&gt;7) kissed someone of the same sex b4 [x]&lt;br /&gt;8) had someone in your room of the opposite sex []&lt;br /&gt;9) scold vulgarities [x]&lt;br /&gt;10) bought porn [ ]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:4&lt;br /&gt;11) take drugs b4 []&lt;br /&gt;12) hate going to the doctors []&lt;br /&gt;13) lied to your parents [x]&lt;br /&gt;14) lied to a friend [x]1&lt;br /&gt;15) sneak out of the house []&lt;br /&gt;17) cut yourself []&lt;br /&gt;18) hurt someone [x]&lt;br /&gt;19) wished someone to die [x]&lt;br /&gt;20) seen someone die []&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:4&lt;br /&gt;21) missed curfew [x]&lt;br /&gt;22) stayed out all night []&lt;br /&gt;23) eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself []&lt;br /&gt;24) been to a therapist []&lt;br /&gt;25) been to rehab [ ]&lt;br /&gt;26) dyed your hair []&lt;br /&gt;27) received a ticket []&lt;br /&gt;28) been in a wreck [ ]&lt;br /&gt;29) been to a club [ ]&lt;br /&gt;30) been to a bar [ ]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:1&lt;br /&gt;31) been to a wild party []&lt;br /&gt;32) seen the Mardi Gras [ ]&lt;br /&gt;33) had a fight []&lt;br /&gt;34) had a spring break in Florida [ ]&lt;br /&gt;35) sniffed anything [x]&lt;br /&gt;36) wore black nail polish before []&lt;br /&gt;37) wore wrist bands [x]&lt;br /&gt;38) wore t-shirts with band names [ ]&lt;br /&gt;39) wore black eyeliner [x]&lt;br /&gt;40) own a 50 cent CD [ ]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL :3&lt;br /&gt;41) hugged someone of the opposite sex []&lt;br /&gt;42) hugged someone of the same sex [x]&lt;br /&gt;43) gone out with someone of the opposite sex []&lt;br /&gt;44) gone out with someone of the same sex [x]&lt;br /&gt;45) stole something [ ]&lt;br /&gt;46) been too drunk to remember anything [ ]&lt;br /&gt;47) blacked out [ ]&lt;br /&gt;48) fainted [x]&lt;br /&gt;49) had a crush on your neighbour [ ]&lt;br /&gt;50) had someone else snuck into your room []&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:3&lt;br /&gt;51) snuck into someone else's room []&lt;br /&gt;52) had a crush on someone of the same sex [ ]&lt;br /&gt;53) had gone and watched movies with friends [x]&lt;br /&gt;54) dry humped someone [ ]&lt;br /&gt;55) been called a sl*t [ ]&lt;br /&gt;56) called someone a sl*t[x]&lt;br /&gt;57) installed speakers in your car [ ]&lt;br /&gt;58) broke a mirror []&lt;br /&gt;59) showered at someone of the opposites sex's house [ ]&lt;br /&gt;60) brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush []&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:2&lt;br /&gt;61) consider Mac,Dr Dre, e40 or Mistah Fab your favorite rapper [ ]&lt;br /&gt;62) seen an R rated movie in theaters []&lt;br /&gt;63) going out with friends to the mall [x]&lt;br /&gt;64) skipped school [x]&lt;br /&gt;65) had an eating disorder [ ]&lt;br /&gt;66) had hurt yourself b4 []&lt;br /&gt;67) gone to court [ ]&lt;br /&gt;68) walked out of a restaurant without paying[]&lt;br /&gt;69) caught something on fire []&lt;br /&gt;70) lied about your age [x]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:3&lt;br /&gt;71) owned an apartment [ ]&lt;br /&gt;72) cheated on your boyfriend/girlfriend []&lt;br /&gt;73) cheated with someone []&lt;br /&gt;74) got in trouble with the police [ ]&lt;br /&gt;75) talked to a stranger []&lt;br /&gt;76) hugged a stranger [ ]&lt;br /&gt;77) kissed a stranger [ ]&lt;br /&gt;78) rode in the car with a stranger [ ]&lt;br /&gt;79) been sexually harassed [x]&lt;br /&gt;80) been verbally harassed [x]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;81) met face to face with someone you met online []&lt;br /&gt;82) stayed online for 12 hours straight []&lt;br /&gt;83) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours[]&lt;br /&gt;84) watched TV for 12 hours straight [ ]&lt;br /&gt;85) been to a fair []&lt;br /&gt;86) been called a bad influence []&lt;br /&gt;87) been cursed [ ]&lt;br /&gt;88) prank called someone [x]&lt;br /&gt;89) laid in the bed with someone of the opposite sex []&lt;br /&gt;90) cheated on a test [x]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:2&lt;br /&gt;91) cheated on homework [x]&lt;br /&gt;92) held hands with someone of the opposite sex [] .&lt;br /&gt;93) wants to be dead []&lt;br /&gt;94) cuts yourself b4 []&lt;br /&gt;95) hate yourself []&lt;br /&gt;96) had a crush on someone 10 years older than you []&lt;br /&gt;97) had a crush on someone younger than you[]&lt;br /&gt;98) worn eyeliner []&lt;br /&gt;99) worn contact lense []&lt;br /&gt;100) laughed at someone who was seriously hurt [ ]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:1&lt;br /&gt;GRAND TOTAL: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a super GOOD GIRL!!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116385513205135421?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116385513205135421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ccps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; today. not exactly fun. nor good. because it wasn't much of a performance. it was more of a well, reception. where people EAT and just can't really be bothered. WONDERFUL. it didn't really matter to me whether they were watching or not. honestly, what really bothered me the most was the fact that they were EATING. yes. while playing every song, namely fever, smoke on the water, fantasy on an irish air and pirates of the carribean, i was practically looking at the people eating whenever i had a reat. like GOSH. i felt like drinking teh ping. so they were munching on their food and we were left there, playing and watching them chewing away, unappreciated and perspiring. oh wells. but when we were done, that's when the fun started. when we went back to the CCPS band room(they have a ROOM!! it's air conditioned and stuff.[:), mr de sent some food up. then everybody got high when they saw food. it looked as thugh we like had starved for 10 years. especially ru jing. SUUPER greedy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. i really don't wat to go for the combine thingy. so celestia, you're going. because i honestly feel VERY inferior. i mean yah. we're a silver medal band. what's more, we can't sight read for goodness sake. my sight reading SUCKS. yes. but st andrews, st patricks and siglap are GOLD medal bands. so obviously they'll fare better. and at first i though we could just you know look through the set piece like for days before going for the combine. but NO.... i was so terribly wrong. because we'll recieve our set piece on the 27th of november(that's fucking late, idiots!) and the combine is on the 27th of november. shit&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;. GREAT. how great. i am so screwed. because if celestia ann doesn't go, i am screwed to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'll most probably cry on that day. (mr glosz is terrifying.)&lt;br /&gt;2. i'll embarass my poor self that day.&lt;br /&gt;3. they'll remember me as the idiot who can't play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. this is the time to confess how pathetic i am. well, what's new. kill me really. how horrifying. i am so going to die. whalalala. why must i be cursed with such a horrible life? i think i murdered somebody in my past life. so this is RETRIBUTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was chatting with cindy over msn yesterday and i realised how slow i am. and of course, how pathetic i am. i mean, cindy typed out lines of words with so many "XxX" inside. i mean she was telling about the funny language. i mean yah, it's funny and it's really good humour but, i wonder, do people really speak like that?? i mean, whatever she typed out, i couldn't understand a single shit. and there she was, enjoying the laughter on her own. i don't blame her for laughing but my point is, what is the world becoming to? what the hell is "ii lurRbBe euu WworRrXxX" and "ii duNch nOe." i mean, i just found out what it meant yesterday. the first line means i love you and the last word is a cantonese(dialect) slang that can only be used when you're in hong kong or speaking in cantonese. that, i know because i myself speak cantonese. but i didn't know that was what it was. the second line means i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so utterly disgusted by this. when i though short forms were bad enough. but no. this is the most disgusting and mortifying thing i have seen in my life! it's not even english! what happened to the speak good english movement? what hapened to the "hua yu cool!" movement? what happened?! the words or rather, they call it the "ah lian language" to me is a big black sack of GARBAGE. so this is the standard of english they have in singapore. this is the type of people who inhabit the country with the best airport. this is the type of people who inhabit the cleanest country. wow. i am not saying everyone is like that because, i am sure there are people who feel the same as me, i am sure. because i cannot imagine a courtroom filled with people speaking and writing nothing but rubbish like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hahaXxx"&lt;br /&gt;"luRbbE"&lt;br /&gt;"WoRrXxX"&lt;br /&gt;"duNch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that as the country is progressing, the language standard is dipping. really. you don't see lee kuan yew and lee hsian long speaking like that do you? come on. it's really high time we should learn from them. i'm not asking you to be like the british and speak perfect english all the time. i just need you to speak in proper sentences. and of course, correct tenses and grammer. i'm fine if you don't have a giant vocabulary. just speak proper english, and use simple words. that is all it takes. which i think every singaporean who has been to school will be able to manage.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i should stop critiscizing. because i feel really mean. the next time i see a blog with those words, i won't give a shit anymore. because i have made my point. i'll just burst out in huge laughter and skip to the next blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it i guess. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*because love is so easy to feel but the hardest thing to say...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm hooked onto 98 degrees!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116375105326495529?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116375105326495529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116375105326495529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116375105326495529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116375105326495529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/ccps-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116366043701103767</id><published>2006-11-16T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T15:00:37.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stiffly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's how my nose is feeling. sad life really. i wonder how i am going to wake up at around 4 plus or 5 am in the morning and make it for the CCPS performance...&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ha. went to see the doctor yesterday... then she was about to give me an MC for today. but no. i didn't need it. so she said by friday i should recover. so that's good. but at the moment, i need a brush and stick it down my windpipe. and, my nose feels like it's going to fall off. PLUS, my pee now smells like anti-biotics. eeew.&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;ahaha. i want to watch the millionaire show staring the gorgeous hyun bin(scroll DOWN!!:D) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because my sister watched and she cried. cried&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt;. i can't believe it. i was amazed okay... because she said that it was so sad when the girl died in his arms... oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i am so totally addicted to these little red round balls. okay. that sounds WRONG. i am addicted to HAW BALLS. (: ok. they taste so good! because i currently can't taste anything. so sweet is good!! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to STEAL eunice's X BOX. and after that, i'll STEAL cindy's PS2.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i'll keep this short and sweet i guess. off to take some more anti-biotics. sick. yupps.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. see mr. llama?? go feed him. click on the "more" button if you're wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116366043701103767?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116366043701103767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116366043701103767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116366043701103767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116366043701103767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/stiffly.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116357341081443472</id><published>2006-11-15T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:50:11.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't look at me. ask audrey liaw.&lt;br /&gt;here's a quiz. yes. i'm tagged. YAY!(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)how old did you wish you were?&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy with my age now.(=&lt;br /&gt;2) where were you when 911 happened?&lt;br /&gt;at home waching TV.&lt;br /&gt;3) what do you do when vending machine steals your money?&lt;br /&gt;bang the machine. then curse and swear at it. like "fuck it lah!!!"&lt;br /&gt;4) do you count yourself kind?&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm very kind.&lt;br /&gt;5) if you had to get a tatoo, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;i don't want a tatoo.. it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;6) if you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;japanese so that i can watch my shows. and french so i can swear and people don't even know&lt;br /&gt;7) do you know your neighbours?&lt;br /&gt;yah. opposite is some weird family and next door is ever changing. used to be some china woman,  korean family and now the japanese family with a wailing kid.&lt;br /&gt;8) what do you consider a vacation? &lt;br /&gt;when i'm not in singapore and i can eat without feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;9) do you follow your horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes. when i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;10) would you move for the person you love?&lt;br /&gt;move what? move house? NO.&lt;br /&gt;11) are you touchy feely?&lt;br /&gt;hell no. i don't like people touching me. i'll freak!&lt;br /&gt;12) do you believe that opposites attract?&lt;br /&gt;yah. like magnets.&lt;br /&gt;13) dream job?&lt;br /&gt;owning a chain of hotels. but not running them. people run them for me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;14) favorite channels?&lt;br /&gt;channel 5, channel u.&lt;br /&gt;15) favorite place to go on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;some restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;16) showers or baths?&lt;br /&gt;showers and baths. &lt;br /&gt;17) do you paint your nails?&lt;br /&gt;no. my sister paints them for me.(=&lt;br /&gt;18) do you trust people easily? &lt;br /&gt;depends on who lah.&lt;br /&gt;19) what are your phobias?&lt;br /&gt;many. go see one of my posts.  &lt;br /&gt;20) do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;yes. 2 or 3. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;21) do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;br /&gt;yah.&lt;br /&gt;22) where would you rather be right now?&lt;br /&gt;at the doctor's, collecting medication to get rid of this horrible sickness.&lt;br /&gt;23) who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?&lt;br /&gt;mummy(=&lt;br /&gt;24) heavy or light sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;HEAVY. i sleep like a log. ask cindy.(=&lt;br /&gt;25) are you paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;yes. depends lah.&lt;br /&gt;26) are you impatient?&lt;br /&gt;very. i don't like to wait.&lt;br /&gt;27) who can you relate to?&lt;br /&gt;what subject are we talking about. so it's dependable. if it's like talking crap, anyone really.&lt;br /&gt;28) how do you feel about interracial couples?&lt;br /&gt;no comments.&lt;br /&gt;29) have you been burned by love?&lt;br /&gt;burned?? no.&lt;br /&gt;30) what's your favorite pick-up line?&lt;br /&gt;pick up lines are stupid. want my number? just ask.&lt;br /&gt;31) what's your main ringtone on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;hey mr dj. but it's like forever on silent.&lt;br /&gt;32) what were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping and sneezing away, feeling sickly and gross. &lt;br /&gt;33) what did the last text on your cellphone say?&lt;br /&gt;i can't type it out here. because that will cause harm to eunice's safety and privacy.&lt;br /&gt;34) whose bed did you sleep in last?&lt;br /&gt;mine la. then?&lt;br /&gt;35) what color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;big and white.(=&lt;br /&gt;36) most recent movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;hmm...oh man. i don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;37) name three things you have on you at all times.&lt;br /&gt;clothes, underwear,nails.&lt;br /&gt;38) what color are your bedsheets?&lt;br /&gt;yellow. ugh, disgusting.  &lt;br /&gt;39) how much cash do you have on you right now?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have cash on me now. &lt;br /&gt;40) what is your favorite part of the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;WINGS!(=&lt;br /&gt;41) what's your favorite town/city?&lt;br /&gt;at the moment? singapore.&lt;br /&gt;42) i cant wait till...?&lt;br /&gt;i feel less sickly and i recover from this shit. hawaii maybe.&lt;br /&gt;43) what did you have for dinner last night?&lt;br /&gt;porridge.&lt;br /&gt;44) do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;no. i own those water pistols though.&lt;br /&gt;45) what do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;coffee or tea. teh ping!!&lt;br /&gt;46) where do you think you'll be in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;working? maybe dating.&lt;br /&gt;47) last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;3 sausage buns.&lt;br /&gt;48) what songs do you sing in the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;i don't sing in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;49) last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;kim sam soon i watched last night.&lt;br /&gt;50) worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;when i fell so badly that the whole skin on my left knee came off. thank god there was no scar.&lt;br /&gt;51) does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;erm. i'm not answering this.&lt;br /&gt;52) what's your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;those jap candies. yum. &lt;br /&gt;53) what song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;gong xi fa cai!! no. the first 32 bars of fantasy on an irish air. along those lines lah.&lt;br /&gt;54) four random people to do this?&lt;br /&gt;RJ! Qihui! Jill! Cornelius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahaha. i feel like super sickly now. i can't sleep anything away. just pray that i'll recover by tomorrow. otherwise... i won't be able to do anything. and i can't perform on friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it!! why can't people just use their own names. they just had to use my name. IDIOT.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i'm going to see a doctor later. till then. wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116357341081443472?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116357341081443472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116357341081443472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116357341081443472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116357341081443472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-look-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116349094272645267</id><published>2006-11-14T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:55:42.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahaha. band today. cleaned the band room. i can't believe that 90 people can make such a HUGE mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalie and i were weighing the pros and cons of being in SAC and a mixed school. natalie said she was deprived of boys. so i was thinking aloud. like when you're in a mixed school, do you think you'll be able to go"oh shit/fuck!!!! my mens just came!!!" or" anybody got pad??!! i don't like the 40 cents pad from the toilet!!"??i mean, they might not be as opened minded as we are. and do you even think that they have those pad and tampon machines in mixed schools? stripping and changing into our PE attire, comparing bra colour and boob sizes would never happpen. but in a co-ed school, there will almost 0 percent of lesbian-ism and bung-a-nism. maybe a few babies popping out here and there. eunice and nttalie want to go into a mixed school. why?? it's a clear cut answer. to see boys. haii... those 2 boy crazy people... oh well. birds of a feather flock together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think pretencious people should go and die. really. like "oh my god!! i'm so concerned!! i want to help you!! your problem is my problem!! i want to help you!! if you need any help, just come to me!! i really want to help you!!" yadayada. like GET A LIFE WOULD YOU!! it's like just because i have a problem(i don't lah. it's just an example.), you don't have to stick your awfully large nose into my business. it's like if i needed help, i would have asked you for it a long time ago. but even if i were to ask, the last person i would ask is you. it's always better to keep your bloody mouth shut and let people think you're stupid, then open you mouth and prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries. nobody pissed me off today. it's just taht i found out that some people who never cared for the band and dislike us are suddenly having a change of heart!! oh wow!! just because we are starting to accomplish something and we are going to hawaii, people are flocking to us like bees to honey. i seriously HATE hypocritical people. then when we were down and out, did they even care?? did they even bother to lend a hand? did they even bother to ask us in their pretencious ways?? ever since the concert this year, the opinions of some have started to change. but last year, when we were sad and not really accomplishing much, did they bother at all?? they would just sit there with they're habds and legs crossed, waiting and watching to see how we'll die. and when we achieve something, they'll just acclaim credit. ohh so we do the work and you get the fame?? what kind of sick logic is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH. i've heard the news. &lt;em&gt;FUCK IT LAH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116349094272645267?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116349094272645267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116349094272645267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116349094272645267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116349094272645267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahaha_14.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116339036464657770</id><published>2006-11-13T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:09:56.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a few good men&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes that's my post title today. reason? well, i've been watching a whole lot of tv recently and i've decided to share my joy with all of you. the people you see below are probably a few of the hottest asians nad my sisters, my cousins and my mum probably have been crazy over them for the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number 5 on my list is: Daniel Wu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/thumbnail.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/thumbnail.jpg"&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/thumbnail.jpg"&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;he's this hong kong artiste who's brought up in the states. he knows kung fu and he's like super hot i tell you!!! AHHH!(= but i could only find this nice looking picture... very saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nicholas Tse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/thumbnail%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/thumbnail%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/thumbnail.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/thumbnail.0.jpg" width="151" 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;i think we all know who he is yah?? but i can't stand it. he's just freaking good looking! but there is like bad publicity. but bad publicity is still publicty. so who cares??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. daniel something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/thumbnail.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/thumbnail.1.jpg" width="155" 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;he's the kim sam soo guy. the henry. OH MY GOD. he's like super hot can?? my gosh.(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. hyun bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/thumbnail%202.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/thumbnail%202.3.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/thumbnail.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/thumbnail.5.jpg" width="152" 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;oh my god!! he's like the hottest of the hottest!!! and he's korean!! and he's freaking good looking!!! how can anyone look soooooo good!!! my god!!! ahh!! and like whoa!!! he's so handsome!! ahh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally my number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. takuya kimura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/thumbnail%202.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/thumbnail%202.4.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/thumbnail%203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/thumbnail%203.0.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/thumbnail.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/thumbnail.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/thumbnail.7.jpg" width="121" 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;yes. he's number 1 and will always be number 1. he's a heart-throb don't you think? i mean yes. he's turning 34 today. listen. he's freaking old, married and a smoker. but how can he look sooooooooooooooooooooooooo good?? my golly gosh. but i don't care because he's freaking hot. what's more, he's a model!! for levis and kanebo. yupps. so he's just this really good looking japanese actor. lovely(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahahaha. please. don't you think they're really good looking?? AAAAHHH!!! I'LL JUST DIE WATCHING THEM.(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116339036464657770?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116339036464657770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116339036464657770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116339036464657770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116339036464657770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/few-good-men.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116323710997765306</id><published>2006-11-11T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:25:09.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i see abigail. not much of a surprise eh?? you're so gonna get it from me. when you enter the band. muahahahaha(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past 24 hours have you&lt;br /&gt;cried: no.&lt;br /&gt;worn jeans: no.&lt;br /&gt;met someone: yah. many actually. about 115 mybe? the whole entire SACCB.(=&lt;br /&gt;done laundry: no. i have a maid lah.&lt;br /&gt;went hungry: no. i'm always satisfying my craving.&lt;br /&gt;talked on phone: yah.&lt;br /&gt;say i love you: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Believe&lt;br /&gt;In yourself: yah. like duh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;your friends: yah. sure. why not.&lt;br /&gt;tooth fairy: no. i tried. didn't wake up seeing any money.&lt;br /&gt;destiny/fate: no. it's like a pile load of crap that people who don't get what they want throw themselves into.&lt;br /&gt;ghost: yah. i scared.&lt;br /&gt;UFO: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends And Life&lt;br /&gt;do you ever wished you had another name: no! i like my name. it's so nice.&lt;br /&gt;do you like anyone: ....&lt;br /&gt;which of your friends act most like you: none. i'm special.&lt;br /&gt;when you cry the most who was there: my friends.&lt;br /&gt;whats the best feeling in the world: euphoria and the adrenalin rush.(=&lt;br /&gt;whats the worst feeling in the world: that depressed and sickly feeling?&lt;br /&gt;what time is it now: 4.51pm. singapore time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Is Better&lt;br /&gt;chocolate or vanilla: vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;coke or pepsi: coke. it's sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;love or lust: love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Pick&lt;br /&gt;macs or KFC: macdonalds. KFC is really oily.&lt;br /&gt;single or group dates: single i guess.&lt;br /&gt;adidas or nike: adidas&lt;br /&gt;cappucino or coffee: coffee. mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You&lt;br /&gt;smoke: no. and i never will. just lick the road lah.&lt;br /&gt;curse: yes. i swear too. it's uncouth. i know. but i'm trying to kick the habit.&lt;br /&gt;take a shower: yah!! i bathe too.&lt;br /&gt;have a crush: ...&lt;br /&gt;think you've been in love: ...&lt;br /&gt;like school: no. the only thing i look forward too is the 1.45 bell and band...&lt;br /&gt;want to get married: yah. duh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;believe in yourself: yah. i thought i answered already. so quit asking.&lt;br /&gt;think you are a health freak: no. unless i'm dieting. which is never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Past Month&lt;br /&gt;drank alcohol: yah. it was just a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;to the mall: yah. thrice.&lt;br /&gt;been on stage: yah. i can climb onto it whenevr i feel like doing that.&lt;br /&gt;eaten sushi: yah. but i want to eat again...&lt;br /&gt;been dumped: no.&lt;br /&gt;gone skating: no.&lt;br /&gt;dyed your hair: no.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;played a stripping game: no.&lt;br /&gt;changed who you were to fit in: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Old&lt;br /&gt;age you're hoping to get married: 27?? i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i love: many things. me. my family. roasted chicken wings. and .....&lt;br /&gt;i feel: happy!(=&lt;br /&gt;i hide: secrets. i HAVE skeletons in my closet. so shut up.&lt;br /&gt;i miss: eating chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;i need: something really cold and sweet. like ribena slush. and a hug.(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN PEOPLE U WOULD LIKE THEM TO DO&lt;br /&gt;anyone. those in my links go do lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the other quiz&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago[i was]: a SACPS student. thinking about what's for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks which i enjoy: chips! candy!! chicken wings! seaweed.(= winter melon tea??&lt;br /&gt;5 songs which i knew all the lyrics: sunday morning by maroon 5, accidently in love by counting crows, all the songs by backstreet boys. i think that's more than 5.&lt;br /&gt;5 things i will do if i have a million dollars: dump it in the bank. change the fridge. change the tv and install tv in my room. install cable vision. change my phone. then split the money with my family then go shopping and eating. then go holidaying. then change my phone. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;5 places i would run away to: band room, hawaii!! home. i won't runaway. i'm happy here.(=&lt;br /&gt;5 things i would not wear: CROCS. bell bottoms. big shirts, baggy pants and men's clothing??&lt;br /&gt;5 bad habits: eating a lot, sleeping like a log, being sarcastic, running into escapism and being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;5 biggest joy: being born into this family, being in the band, eating, sleeping and knowing *stuff.*&lt;br /&gt;5 types of people i would date: smart, special, sensitive, appreciative and happy people. being good looking and charming is an added bonus though.(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. i think there is a difference between smart and clever. because smart can be looking smart and stuff. but clever is just well, clever. so yah. there is a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. i don't know. i'm really sorry that i didn't go for the POP. because it was so far and yah. so i'm really sorry audrey and sherri.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells then. 20th december is coming! yay!(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye. till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116323710997765306?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116323710997765306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116323710997765306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116323710997765306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116323710997765306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-see-abigail_11.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116304367133562518</id><published>2006-11-09T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T11:41:11.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahaha. i haven't blogged in ages. so yah. i feel really rusty. so let's see what my goldfish-memory can bring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i did completely nothing on monday and tuesday. so then comes wednesday. ok. had band and played virginia. ok. it wasn't as good... because there was no first trombone. plus, we haven't played that since god knows when. that's or SYF piece some more.. i'm like so rusty... and yesterday, i so totally screwed up my warm-ups. the articulation excercise. my gosh! it was so fast! and my hands couldn't move fast enough! and then mr de was like wrist! then i forgot my notes. then i skipped 3 bars. urgh!! so embarrassing... i'm like so dead can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a performance at CCPS!! woohoo! we're going to play fantasy on an irish air. and pirstes of the carribean. WHEE!(= i like pirates! it's like so fun! because it's quite easy. only the woodwinds find it difficult. because it is.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. ru jing! we shall share our RAPID COMFORT and our gay princess tissues. because the loyang people will find us retarded!! and they'll porbably laugh at us. but when we play we'll probably be better than them. because ZENA. HAHAHAHAHAH!(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH WELLS. i have no idea on what to blog anymore. ohoh. i'm so hooked onto accidently in love by counting crows.(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i hate you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't stop thinking of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116304367133562518?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116304367133562518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116304367133562518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116304367133562518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116304367133562518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116278732131388405</id><published>2006-11-06T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:29:07.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as you all should know by now, i have just added a song to my blog. but it keeps closing down when the chorus of "sexyback" plays. because bloody windows has to encounter some shitty error. so, i have found the rot of the problem. and that is, iWeb Music. yes. i know. so now, instead of the music going on loop and having to close it down, it shall be STOPPABLE. happy? and thanks audrey, for pointing that out for me. i know you love me!(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. i've been blog hopping and found this crazy singer, vitas. my god! he's so freaky i tell you. he's this male soprano and his voice is dangerously high. he sounds like this siren. so i figured, when there is like war, there is no need for that bugle or horn. there's always vitas! emplified by a loudloudloud hailer. no offence.(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha! got the video!(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;object" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FG2J52Dy3qM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this man is crazy i tell you. just go watch it. you'll pee in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. my sister's hair stinks now beause she rebonded it. that stinky chemical smell. ugh. disgsting. plus, she can't wash her hair for 2 whole days. GREAT. she's going to whine about it. i'm sure. well, she has to bear with it. otherwise, her hair will be curly and stuff again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm going to change the blog thingy now. damn the iWebMusic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if the sun should refuse to rise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the moon doesn't hang in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the tides won't change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seasons re-arrange&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the world is through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will still love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i'm hooked onto 98degrees.(=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116278732131388405?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116278732131388405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116278732131388405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116278732131388405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116278732131388405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-you-all-should-know-by-now-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116272000070664721</id><published>2006-11-05T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:59:32.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i cut my hair. WOOHOO!!!!(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it still looks long. and i have FRINDGE!! something i didn't have since primary 3. it's a great feeling to see you frindge at a total different length from the rest of your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to stab the guy who washed my hair today. he was obviously inexperienced. it hurt when he washed my hair. and, i was already freaking cold, then he had to blow my hair using the cold wind. so i was shivering. booo you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha. something made me so annoyed today at the salon. it was this crazy bitch and her husband. this caucasin man came in asking for a haircut. in which i honestly think he doesn't need because his hair is like SUPER short. so i don't think he needed a haircut. so he came in, asking fora hair cut. so then this male hairdresser offered to cut his hair, rather, shave his head. so after cutting, that crazy bitch comes in and starts scolding the hairdresser for cutting her husbands hair unevenly. FOR GOD'S SAKE! i wouldn't even call that hair!!! it looks like very short fur!! that "hair"is so little and stubby. and that crazy bitch just yells at him. like what the hell is her problem lah. i don't see how that little snip would disturb her husband much. i would be so embarrassed if i was the husband. or i would just stab her. IDIOTIC bitch lah she. so smart you go and cut lah. and it was a freaking 25 dollars for something you didn't even need to do. that's like total caprine idiocy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. had laksa/ramyuen/char kway teow/chocolate eclair/durian puff. and i'm eating prawn noodles for dinner later. YAY. and guess what? my mum thinks i'm anorexic or bullimic. and io told her that i didn't have this crazy obsession with dieting and i eat normally. plus i don't eat and puke the chicken wings out of me. so yah. i am just losing weight although i'm eating more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. you'll get to see me with my new hair on wednesday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. qihui!! i'll do this quiz someday. i'll remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i will get there. somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116272000070664721?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116272000070664721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116272000070664721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116272000070664721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116272000070664721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cut-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116255611390023928</id><published>2006-11-03T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:48:56.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a sudden urge to eat roast chicken. especially those honey-glazed ones. oh my. i think those you can buy from the coffee shop which you dip with lime juice and chilli sounds not bad too. argh. i really need to watch my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should stop myself from surfing the net. somebody chain me to the toilet! because everytime i surf the net, i'll most probably see something that will make me super annoyed! i mean yah. it's nothing to do with me and yes i should just mind my own business but seriously, i feel angry FOR her.(audrey the chicken[pok pok!(=], the" her" is you.) yah. i can't believe people are that shameless. it's like yah. urgh. go find something else to occupy yourself you pea-brained sized baboon. oh, if you're wondering who i'm talking about, it's this person C**** H**** J*** P***. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freak! the urge of eating chicken is still there!! oh my god! i need an older brother. one who is like 24 maybe? one who'll love us so much that he'll go when any of my sisters' say "eh, i feel like eating roasted chicken wings/char siew pao/ prawn noodles/ nasi lemak." oh man. i want an older brother. i mean yes. my parents still go and buy pao because THEY feel like eating it. but not when i feel like eating roasted chicked wings!=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, i just looked at my CCA schedule and i just realised that there are KILLER PRACTICES. 9 am-5pm. that means we have to fall-in at 8.30am. and we'll most probably be dismissed at 5.30. AHHHHH!!!! my goodness! oh and there is a combine with loyang secondary school band on the 4th of december. i'm pretty excited. i mean they call mr de SIR. everything is like "yes sir" or "no sir" or "thank you sir". unlike us. we have a super long and draggy "yyyyeeeesss." and a super long and draggy "nnnnnnoooooo".  what's more, we don't call him SIR. we calll him mr de. so it's the "thank you sir" thingy goes like this:"thhaaaannnkkk yyyouuu mr deeee, maayyy gawd blesss you everydayyyyy." please. i don't type with extra letters or anything, so that's why i don't know where to add the extra letters. so if it looks awfully weird, forgive me. anyways, the extra letters are meant to show how dragy our greetings and responses are. HAHA. so whe they come to our school, it'll be a MAJOR culture shock. though we're of the same culture. so cultureshock really wouldn't make any sense. so i don't make sense. ahh forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. percussion was on duty today. so i made the percussion girls clear all our SPIT. woohooo! thanks eunice! no. should be thanks percussion! because she didn't touch it.(= normally we would clear our own spit but today's one was absolutely gross. thanks to ru jing's great idea of laying out the tisue in one straight line so we could empty our saliva on one piece of tissue. little did she realise that it would seep right THROUGH. whoo(=. so we obviously didn't clear it. so yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. i was blog hopping, and i saw this thing video this person uploaded on Vitas, the russian soprano. like oh my god. his voice is freakishly HIGH. as in he can reach high notes and low notes lah. not as if he didn't go throgh puberty and his voice didn't break. after listening to this, maria carey had better hide her face somewhere(how about her disgusting and giannormously-large chest??). by the way, giannormous is a word that is crossed between giant and enormous.(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-11ed with elsie again today. before taht had 2plain pratas and 3 otahs. yumm.(= i think they have the best prata, other than the one opposite MOE branch, in which i only came to know about it when i went for the crash course before ballon hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i still feel like eating that roast chicken thingy. not you ah, audrey. as in a real chicken with feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please STOP calling me pang sai ah! and POH WAI YEE, don't think i didn't know that you told eunice ok?? she say her husband told her, then ahem told her. last time she say GOD told her. wow. she's so amazing. and stupid POH WAI YEE. i know it's you. because you're the only one who knew, dear. couldn't be than who??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to continue to sing the "who stole the cookie from the cookie jar" song. till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i'm getting there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116255611390023928?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116255611390023928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116255611390023928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116255611390023928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116255611390023928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-sudden-urge-to-eat-roast.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116244055897655770</id><published>2006-11-02T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:51:31.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sitting in front of the computer screen, feeling full and looking sickly, i read this post which said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" what if i were to go away?"&lt;br /&gt;" what if i never came back?"&lt;br /&gt;" what if i told you i want to see you one last time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it struck me. what if i &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to leave? what if i never came back? gosh. i never did wonder. what would happen to me? i mean, leaving and never coming back means adapting to a whole new environment. would i be like sarah teng? i mean, we still keep in touch with her. or would i become a hermit and live the rest of my life in a secluded srea where even psycho killers don't dare to enter. i don't know. i really don't know. leaving with my family is fine. but what about my school friends? what about the bandies that i had so much fun with? what about you? i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's up with me these days. my life has become so mundane. nothing much is actually happening. time to wait i guess. till the combine during the last week of november. combine with siglap secondayr school, st patrick's school, st andrew's school and st anthony's canossian band. yups. females are MINORITY. and that, is NOT good. oh, and i'm going to malaysia during christmas week. i'm most probably bringing my phone along, so you can msg me. but i won't reply. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just feeling rather moody nowadays. i'm losing interest in almost everything. so i'm trying to just concentrate on music. nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. in case you're wondering, i got into 3.6. they're taking pure literature. so buh-bye GEOGRAPHY and hello SHAKESPEARE! WOOHOO!(= thank goodness for literature. if not, i'll just die. oh, i opted for POA instead of A math. i can't do algebra for goodness sakes. i can't multiply fractions properly. yeah. i'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. cindy poh wai yee is in a different class from me. that's saddening. cindy!! you've got to lend me &lt;em&gt;the book&lt;/em&gt; ok?? please?(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. patience is a ____________. someone fill in that blank. we all know it's a virtue. but i don't have that virtue. i was never &lt;em&gt;virtuous&lt;/em&gt; anyway. i mean yah. i'm an impatient person. i hate to wait and queue. that's why i never liked queueing up for food during recess. yes. i am not virtuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all i have to say. i'm going to drown myself in the music. and i'm hooked onto pirates of the carribean soundtrack. and guess what? i am hooked onto these little pieces of brown candy wrapped with colourful cellophane paper. and gosh! they taste so good!! it's coconut candy! i don't know. i like anything that has to do with coconuts. yum.(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i am not virtuous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116244055897655770?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116244055897655770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116244055897655770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116244055897655770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116244055897655770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/sitting-in-front-of-computer-screen.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116238519394451512</id><published>2006-11-01T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:46:34.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so blahblahblah. i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like updating. stab me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many spaces. weird. i don't know why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something wrong with my hair. i know it. kissing it goodbye on sunday. WOOHOO!(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hooked onto pirates. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;know something? i feel happy today. because YOU have made my life worthwhile, though YOU don't even know it. thanks but anyhows, you'll never see this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116238519394451512?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116238519394451512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116238519394451512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116238519394451512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116238519394451512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-so-blahblahblah.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116229891823259834</id><published>2006-10-31T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:48:38.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog is dying and we all know it. sorry for not updating people. that's because the BLODDY blogger was down for a straight few days!!!=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday juliet!!!=) why the hell am i typing this here when i can just wish her in person?? not like she can use the computer or anything. she an 8 year old for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have been shopping for the past few days. so much so that i can memorise bugis and far east. the next time i go there, i'll so totally buy that pair of shoes! lovely=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. damnit. i rammed my leg against the chair. ahh!!! freak!! it hurts so bad!!!!! i can't walk!!&lt;br /&gt;aiii!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;threw 4 chairs in 5/1 and all of it flew across the classroom, hitting the floor each time with a loud slam. what was i doing? venting anger.&lt;/span&gt; why was i angry? so much that i threw chairs and yelled at the juniors? why? for being lazy and telling them that it's high time they wake up and realise that with those freaking useless trombone skills and fucking lousy attitude, and they want to go to hawaii, i say forget it. don't go all the way there and embarrass us the seniors, spoil the school's reputation, tarnish the band's reputation and make us feel bad. because we won't. at least i won't. and i know it. because i don't feel responsible for your pathetic selves today. oh and believe me, i was this close to kicking you guys out of the band. patience and retribution was what mr de said to me. and i said sure. but i dare say they will have no retribution because the juniors have been trained under me. well, i don't give a damn. because this is the last straw. hate me, whayever. i think you know my temperamant by now. sure, i can joke and laugh with you. but no. do not test my patience. do not mess with me. because you're getting yourself into the biggest piece of shit you'll ever get in your pathetic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes. it's over. my dear seniors and friens, sorry. i really didn't mean to tick you off or anything. just fucking pissed. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah. so everything went fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the last straw.    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116229891823259834?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116229891823259834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116229891823259834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116229891823259834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116229891823259834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-blog-is-dying-and-we-all-know-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116167259965112260</id><published>2006-10-24T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:50:00.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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UGLY IMPERSONATION COMING UP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;taiwanese girls take photos like this. EEW. we tried and er. these are the results.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think this looks the nicest.. yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;snaps for us!(=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA. what's wrong with us? i don't know. taking ugly pictures are our forte i guess. HAHA(=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116167259965112260?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116167259965112260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116167259965112260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116167259965112260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116167259965112260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-picture-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116161028482520128</id><published>2006-10-23T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:31:24.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AMARA HOTEL-ED!!! whoo! fun! i'll post the picture later. maybe tomorrow. kinda lazy. plus, i'm having migraine... urgh! annnoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band-ing today. usual. just earlier. and with a headache. but i think i have been eating too much. because everytime after band, elsie and i will definnitely see eunice, audrey, amanda and cindy at 7-11. and i will definitely eat. like OH. there goes my dieting plan. i mean, i really want to lose those extra kgs that my body will function fine without. rather, so i don't feel guilty if i eat a whole lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. my face hurts like freaking SHIT. reallly. stupid sun. so annoying lah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i really have no idea what to blog about. i can't be bothered. upload pictures tomorrow. byebye.(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116161028482520128?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116161028482520128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116161028482520128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116161028482520128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116161028482520128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/amara-hotel-ed-whoo-fun-ill-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116134994290031035</id><published>2006-10-20T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:16:49.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BAND-ING!!&lt;br /&gt;( yesterday and today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image007.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image007.3.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;we should all share jennnifer's joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image008.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image008.3.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. kinda blur... but, she still looks annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image009.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image009.1.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;ru jing. you looked stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image011.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image011.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice! you're POUTING. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image012.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image012.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey and her reaction when we wanted a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image013.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;weelyn! wake up! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image001.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image001.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT!! the sporting claudia and candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image010.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;i am not as mean as to draw a 'u' shape. the sunken in center. no. i am not so MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. banded today. really tired now. going to take a bath. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. it's not PANG-SAI!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116134994290031035?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116134994290031035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116134994290031035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116134994290031035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116134994290031035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/band-ing-yesterday-and-today-we-should.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116126284829538414</id><published>2006-10-19T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:49:19.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i never told you this before(insert name), but deep down inside, i am madly in love with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. that was what elsiewas saying while folding paper cranes on wednesday. PAPER CRANES. do you know how freaking boring it is?? OH MY GOSH! that's the best post-exam-activity they could come up with?? oh my.&lt;br /&gt;after that, mopped the classroom floor. AUDREY!! i can mop floors okay???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learning journey and band-ing today.. FUN! let me show you some random pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEARNING JOURNEY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image000.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image000.3.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;in the bus with cindy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/rain.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/rain.0.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;a failed attempt for "singing in the rain"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image000.3.jpg"&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image000.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this cute boy. at least everyone thinks so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the building taken upwards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lovely FULLERTON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image006.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;i'm a tourist!!! esplanade from singapore river!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upload banding pictures later. bloody blogger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116126284829538414?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116126284829538414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116126284829538414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116126284829538414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116126284829538414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-never-told-you-this-beforeinsert.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116105309134506365</id><published>2006-10-17T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:44:51.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yupps. as prommised, i'll update immediately afetr the CCA days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band-ed yesterday. surprisingly, i didn't suck as badly as i thought i would. i just couldn't tune because my tuninng note sounded awful... i don't know why. but it was perfectly fine when playing like warm-ups and songs.. i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated candy's birthday by:&lt;br /&gt;1. walking around, aimlessly, thinking of something to eat. until ru jing decided to eat ice-kachang.(:&lt;br /&gt;2. waited for the 5 boxes of ice-kachang to be made for a whole 10 mins. (band started at 2.30. when we bought it, it was like 2.15)&lt;br /&gt;3. ran back to school, sat outside 3.7 (fall-in area) and started eating the ice-kachang. (we only had 2 spoons, so candy, ru jing and rachel didn't have a spoon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that stupid or what? i pity candy. fancy band-ing, running and eating ice-kachang without a spoon on your 15th birthday... haiya... sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i'm updating now beacause it a marking day again!! WOOT! so fun! going to parkway later. to shop and stuff. YAY. i finally can shop! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i was SUSPENDED yesterday. nonono! don't think wrong! i was suspended because i pontang the bloody post exam activities breifing. which was one riduculous hour later after my exam paper, which fifnishes at 8.45. can you imagine waiting for one ridiculously long hour just for what, 10 mins?? 1/2 and hour?? so JLoh suspended all the girls from the activities. YAY. i was that happy. no need to sweat and stuff. so practically, that 6 bloody hours i spent in school could have been used for something more constructive... so retrded. i'd rather stay at home. what's more, the suspension was in-house suspension. so annoying. so i spent 6 hours sitting on the chair, talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO! yesterday, during band, we practiced at the 2nd level study area again, because of the stupid big day out thing. so, we already know that the place is freaking warm and stuffy and cram. we also know that the PSI was at 128 yesterday. so the people had to fumigate(you know that smoke thing, to get rid of mosquitos.) the place at that practicing time. so mr de was like "take cover" and ru jing, my lovely gay partner, immediately put her instrument down and wanted to run away. HAHAHA! she wante to run away because of the word take cover. okay, it doesn't sound funny here. haiya... yups. so after 5pm yesterday, the Concert Band girls were not only breathing in HAZE( it's not fog, elsie!!!), we were also breathing in repellent and whatever chemical shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know...  probably going to find something to do now. see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i still don't know what is up with this smiley face. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116105309134506365?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116105309134506365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116105309134506365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116105309134506365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116105309134506365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/yupps.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116089771265537327</id><published>2006-10-15T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:35:28.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to the airport today. you must be wondering what the hell was i doing there right? HAHA. to send my maid off... she wanted to go back to phillipines. so yeah, i am maidless. or rather, we were maidless 3 hours ago before we reached home. had lunch at the airport, then went to simei to pick up the new maid. HAHA! so technically, there is no difference. well, it's better that way anyways. because in that way, i don't have to do housework... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, to ,any of you, household chores may spund like an easy task because it's just cleaning the floor and stuff.. NO. if you all still remember, there was one period of time when i couldn't go anywhere because i had to do housework?? yah. the housework was split like this.&lt;br /&gt;i do the toilets and everything.. my sister does the vacuuming of the floor. but, when she had to go to school, i did everything. so THANK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes. i found this book while looking through the shelves the other day. it has a whole list a fear. like phobia. let me list down all that i am afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoophobia= fear of animals&lt;br /&gt;Hematophobia=fear of blood&lt;br /&gt;Neophobia= fear of changes&lt;br /&gt;Claustrophobia= fear of enclosed spaces&lt;br /&gt;Ochlophobia= fear of crowds&lt;br /&gt;Nyctophobia= fear of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Thanatophobia= fear of death&lt;br /&gt;Algophobia= fear of bodily pain&lt;br /&gt;Pantophobia= fear of everything&lt;br /&gt;Phasmophobia= fear of ghost&lt;br /&gt;Thermophobia= fear of heat&lt;br /&gt;Acrophobia= fear of heights&lt;br /&gt;Cacophobia= fear of ugliness&lt;br /&gt;Ophidiophobia= fear of snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as you can see, i have almost a fear of everything... ahh. i go to go. see you then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chooqy!! your birthday's tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116089771265537327?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116089771265537327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116089771265537327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116089771265537327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116089771265537327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-to-airport-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116079718558835665</id><published>2006-10-14T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T11:39:45.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised that yesterday was FRIDAY the 13th. oh my god. something bad DID happen yesterday. fine. nothing bad happened but everything i did yesterday was jinxed! oh man. have you ever felt like you've been cursed??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i am cursed but seriously. everything i did yesterday went horrendously wrong. REALLY! the battery in the tooth brush died on me(luckily i finished brushing) and i brushed my teeth this morning only to find it working in perfect condition!! what the hell.. there are some more incidences. but i'm lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should re-write my friendster and of course my style of writing. i don't know but when i type anything out, it becomes just so formal!! i mean, i am not trying to use perfect english and tenses or anything. i am just trying to avoid common errors and not use singlish. but, whenever i do so, like now and my friendster and everything else i am writing, it just sounds like a bloody complain letter! i don't know why. not my fault. fine, it is but.. yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. it's retarded but, look at the bloody time! it's 11.12 am. i woke up like 2 hours ago. this is so stupid. i woke up way later than this. i don't know. the internal alrm clock is going haywire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity the 'o' level girls... you see, they have night study. as in wan ting they all... so sad life you know! they have to rot in the school until 8 plus. that's sad! they don' even have the time to go home and shower... because they have to stay in school. hai... so saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attention all trombone girls in saccb! please go and meet on 3.6 at 1.45pm!! wait for ru jing and we'll go celebrate candy chooqy's birthday! YAY! last day to bully chooqy you know. because as of 17 october, she's 15!!! for us sec 2s, we'll need to be 15 then we can start bulying shooqy again!! wait chooqy. i'll bully you soon! HAHA.(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i'm feeling retarded again. and i think you all know by now that i have made a few vows.&lt;br /&gt;1. no-swearing vow&lt;br /&gt;2. no-uploading-picture vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have broken the 1st vow many times.. can't help. but i'm improving...&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd vow will most likely be broken on the 24th of october, after my stay at the hotel... but i'l try hard not to upload any pictures here. might upload on friendster.. so watch put for it ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps. i think i'll stop here. till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116079718558835665?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116079718558835665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116079718558835665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116079718558835665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116079718558835665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-realised-that-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116074670917422336</id><published>2006-10-13T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:38:29.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. i am updating for the second time. again. the double posting thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, as i was updating my friendster profile (i do that everyday, so when you see it, it's recent.)  i FINALLY took down that ugly, retarded picture of me and yay. it's gone. so stop teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously am paranoid about the post exam activities thingy. you see, the fact that roller blading has the risk of letting me fall down and leaving scars on my beautiful legs makes me feel so.. UGH. pain and annoyed. i don't want to limp and scar my legs!!! it's so ugly!!! eek! so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so tired. probably go online tomorrow. shall end here. this is so stupid. like updating in less than a thousand characters. that's so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr de, i'm still waiting for my answer about something. and i'm going to get it. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116074670917422336?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116074670917422336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116074670917422336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116074670917422336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116074670917422336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116071757556906858</id><published>2006-10-13T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:32:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"AAAHH!", and i woke up. draggiing my disgusting self out ofbed, i stared at the clock. 12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how stupid was that? well, that was a recount of what happened to me this mornning. i woke up, for the first time in my life, of a shock. serious. i got shocked awake this morning. now that's, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;time now? 1.09pm. exactly 39 minutes ago, jeanette was shocked awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously am losing my touch of what to blog about. OH! i didn't go to school today. nono, not because i woke up late. it's MARKing day today. WOOT! no school for 3 whole days!!! but monday will be hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha. i found my topic today. Post-Exam activities.&lt;br /&gt;as you all might already know, i pontang-ed the briefing yesterday. so all i know that we have to do for post exam activities are:&lt;br /&gt;1. in-line skating.&lt;br /&gt;2. some science shit.&lt;br /&gt;3. some history shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you have it. my 2 weeks worth of activities. GOSH. lets see. in-line skating. sounds fun yes, but...&lt;br /&gt;i'm bloody hell dangerous! on wheels!!!!! goodness gracious me!&lt;br /&gt;ah, who cares. like they will really bother. i figured if the trainers(not the shoes, the coach) meet someone like me, they will vomit BLOOD. serious lah. this is really horrifyingly, mortifyingly disgusting. i am screwed. to the ground.(don't think wrong!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's up with epople and their smiley faces today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:] , [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't we just stick to the good old =) , (= , :)  and :)????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks really weird. because the 'mouth' part of the smiley face looks so... oblong. yes, there is such a word. it means rectangular, ididot,  if you didn't learn your nursery rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it looks weird. really, to be brutally honest.&lt;br /&gt;[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i shall invent a new one then.&lt;br /&gt;=] , [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?? it looks weird right??!! SEE!!! i told you! RRRRRRRAAAH. i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think i shall stop here. going to eat chee cheong fun for the 3rd consecutive meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps. if you're wondering why i could spell the word "weird", it's because i used spell check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116071757556906858?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116071757556906858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116071757556906858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116071757556906858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116071757556906858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/aaahh-and-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116062300112459237</id><published>2006-10-12T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:17:53.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;144. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's not my age, weight or height. that's the number of wantons made yesterday. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's paper was so &lt;strong&gt;blahblahblah&lt;/strong&gt;. more &lt;strong&gt;blahblahblah&lt;/strong&gt; then yesterday's. they gave me stupid questions like "in the acronymn SCAMPER, what does the C stand for?" and "what does MDF mean?" GOD DAMNIT!! i don't know my acronymns. god knows what scamper means. the only scamper i know means creep quietly like a &lt;strong&gt;mouse&lt;/strong&gt;(HAHA! inside joke.). so annoying. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAH&lt;/span&gt; D&amp;amp;T lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that i cannot draw. my art sucked since i was like 3 and uptil now, i can't even draw an egg, or a tree. yes, how utterly hopelesss, you you might think. thanks for bursting the big EGO bubble. yeah yeah whatever. i can't draw. so all art teachers, please stay away from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;. you migt vomit blood after the first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw something on the bus that i wasn't very pleased with today. here's how it goes. you need to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an SBS bus, i was standing at the corner(the standing area where everybodystands) as the bus was very crowded. all the seats were occupied. until it got to malay village. now's the hari raya period. so this er. malay lady who was on the plump side got off the bus. she was siting on a green seat. so you know, opposite the green seats there is another facing it. the woman who was sitting on the seat opposite the green seat got off her seat and sat down on the green seat. there's nothing wrong with that. it was her next action that got me annoyed. she took her hand, frowned, and started smacking the seat, dusting it, like dusting a shelf that hasn't been dusted for like what 10 years?! it's like come on. what the hell is up with her? if she wants to change seats, fine. but why does she have to dust it?? i honestly felt like walking up to her and giving her one tight slap on her face lah! &lt;strong&gt;RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? i have just lost my interest in blogging for today. thinking about the incident in the bus has spoilt my mood. GREAT. see you around then. to hell wih the lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116062300112459237?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116062300112459237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116062300112459237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116062300112459237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116062300112459237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/144.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116054951136482775</id><published>2006-10-11T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T14:51:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's paper was so &lt;strong&gt;blahblahblah.&lt;/strong&gt; i wrote crap for certain questions and laughed at the retarded questioons such as "what is wrong with this circuit?" and "what will happen to the bulb and wires?". man, that was a long sentence.(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to my grandmother about 5 minutes ago and i suddenly remembered that band is starting next week!! WOOT! i totally miss going for band... then i realised that i'm so gonna suck now. i haven't practiced in almost a month!!!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; how how HOW&lt;/span&gt;???? but yeah. that's not the point. the point is, there is going to be many things going on next year so i've got to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. band's OWN concert!!!:))&lt;br /&gt;2. HAWAII!!:))&lt;br /&gt;3. S.Y.F. the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, the band is going to finally have their OWN concert. yeah! and that was the point. the concert. i know we just had one this year. Sounds Of Music. but it was supposed to be OUR concert. but it became a combine with the Percussion Band, Primary School Brass Band and sadly, the Angklung/Kulintang band. hai... there went all oueffort and seniors' effort. So, our lovely OWN concert dream was smashed into gazillion bits and pieces. we still performed but, it was different. well, it was still kind of fun you know. laughing at triana and with her, scaring her that the phone in her breast pocket might vibrate during our soli... Anyways, next year, we're going to have our OWN concert!!! no other CCAs! yay! which part of OWN do you not understand.HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. i'm feeling kinda excited yet nervous about monday's practice. because i am either going to get insulted or scolded by mr de. like the last time. i think so lah. serves me right for not practicing. my fault i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRAAAAAHHHH! i feel so stressed when the exams are almost over. now, how shitty-fied is that?? i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i think my blog needs some serious grooming. i don't know why. thanks qi hui for reading regularly. i think i might be updating lesser and lesser until the holidays start., which is theoratically speaking, 2 weeks and 3 days from today, that means, don't count today. yah. strange yes, that i've been updating so regularly during the exam period and it should be vice versa and i should be updating on a regular basis during the "normal" school functioning hours. WRONG. i'm at home most of the time during the exam period!! which explains my regular updating and double posting thingy. whereas during the "normal" school functioning hours, i finish at 1.45 on wednesdays, 6.15 on CCA days which is mondays, thursdays and fridays and  2.15 on tuesdays. KILL ME. yes. kill us all. so you see, sometimes it's not like i don't want to update. it's more like i don't have the time to update. but i'll still update at least thrice a week... maybe everyday except band days... yeah. i think that'll be fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH. sometimes, banging into things can be a real pain.(clever pun. i know. get it?????) i rammed my like once, twice, now just 3 sconds ago, the third time against the bloody computer table!!! stupid. i think i got a cut... OWW. ): it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. going to help my grandma wrap the prawn wanton for dinner tonight. yum. can't wait to eat. see you. AND, i am not going to upload any pictures. i am going to eat them all before i can take any! muahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116054951136482775?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116054951136482775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116054951136482775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116054951136482775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116054951136482775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/todays-paper-was-so-blahblahblah.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116047391132036299</id><published>2006-10-10T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:51:51.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAN QI HUI MADE ME DO THIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1)how old did you wish you were?-&lt;/em&gt; i like my age now. 14 coming 15.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) where were you when 911 happened?  &lt;/em&gt;- enjoying my holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) what do you do when vending machine steals your money? - &lt;/em&gt;try hard not to swear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4)do you count yourself kind? -&lt;/em&gt; yes. of course&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) if you had to get a tatoo, where would it be?-&lt;/em&gt; i won't get a tatoo&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) if you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? -&lt;/em&gt;japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7) do you know your neighbours? -&lt;/em&gt;a little. i have weird neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8) what do you consider a vacation? -&lt;/em&gt; relax and shopping! plus beach and a tan. and breakaway from ass holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9) do you follow your horoscope?-&lt;/em&gt; yes and no. see my mood&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10) would you move for the person you love?-&lt;/em&gt; move what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11) are you touchy feely?-&lt;/em&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12) do you believe that opposites attract?-&lt;/em&gt; yah. that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13) dream job?-&lt;/em&gt; own a chain of hotels like hilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14) favorite channels?-&lt;/em&gt; ch 5, ch u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15) favorite place to go on weekends?- home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16) showers or baths?&lt;/em&gt; baths and showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17) do you paint your nails? -&lt;/em&gt;yah. during holidays&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18) do you trust people easily?-&lt;/em&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19) what are your phobias?-&lt;/em&gt; insectophobia, heightophobia&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20) do you want kids?-&lt;/em&gt; yah. of course. not now though&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21) do you keep a handwritten journal?-&lt;/em&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;l22) where would you rather be right now?-&lt;/em&gt; in the air con room. or hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23) who makes you feel warm and fuzzy? - &lt;/em&gt;bed. comfortor. love. presents!!!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) heavy or light sleeper?-&lt;/em&gt; heavy. unless i am distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;25) are you paranoid?-&lt;/em&gt; yeah. i scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;26) are you impatient? -&lt;/em&gt; mm. okay lah. unless it is really warm. then i'll feel annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;27) who can you relate to?-&lt;/em&gt; anyone. except my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;28) how do you feel about interracial couples?-&lt;/em&gt; whatever. it is their problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;29) have you been burned by love?-&lt;/em&gt; huh? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;30) what's your favorite pick-up line?-&lt;/em&gt; pick-up lines are retarded. want my number? just ask lah. i'll make fun of the pick-up line... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;31) what's your main ringtone on your mobile?-&lt;/em&gt; my phone is on silent most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;32) what were you doing at midnight last night? -&lt;/em&gt; SLEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;33) what did the last text on your cellphone say? -&lt;/em&gt; too private lah. cannot say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;34) whose bed did you sleep in last night?-&lt;/em&gt; mine lah. duh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;35) what color shirt are you wearing? -&lt;/em&gt; green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;36) most recent movie you watched? -&lt;/em&gt; scary movie 4. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;37) name three things you have on you at all times.-&lt;/em&gt; phone, clothes, money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;38) what color are your bedsheets?&lt;/em&gt; yellow. eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;39) how much cash do you have on you right now?-&lt;/em&gt; i am penniles now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;40) what is your favorite part of the chicken?-&lt;/em&gt; wing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;41) what's your favorite town/city?-&lt;/em&gt; singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;42) i cant wait till...?&lt;/em&gt; HAWAII! and holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;43) what did you have for dinner last night? -&lt;/em&gt; er...rice and steamed egg&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;44) do you own a gun?-&lt;/em&gt; no. illegal lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;45) what do you prefer to drink in the morning? -&lt;/em&gt; coffee? water? tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;46) where do you think you'll be in 10 years time?-&lt;/em&gt; out. maybe dating? working? married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;47) last thing you ate?&lt;/em&gt; orange juice pulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;48) what songs do you sing in the toilet?-&lt;/em&gt; i don't sing in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;49) last thing that made you laugh? -&lt;/em&gt; cindy poh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;50) worst injury you've ever had?-&lt;/em&gt; my knee. the whole skin came off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;51) does someone have a crush on you? -&lt;/em&gt; no. even if have i also don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;52) what's your favorite candy? -&lt;/em&gt; many.chewy? gummy? candy choo?! HAHA!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;53) what song do you want played at your funeral?-&lt;/em&gt; em.. fantasy on an irish air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID LAH. i didn't go shopping today. i think my mummy didn't know. so yah. stayed at home and you-tubed. watch the show Battle Royale. MY GOD. it's freaking saddistic. it's a jap show. but ala saw. my god. go watch it. mental breakdown. traumatic man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. it's so warm here. going off line. till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116047391132036299?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116047391132036299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116047391132036299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116047391132036299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116047391132036299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/tan-qi-hui-made-me-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116045203047316615</id><published>2006-10-10T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T11:47:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kill me. now.&lt;/span&gt; really. because i'm bloody addicted to snacking on JUNK FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't now how i am going to start that all-fruit-veggie-liquid diet when i'm addicted to well.. crap! the last time i wen ton a diet was in september. because i needed to lose those extra pounds before school re-opened and examinations came. i figured that during the exams, i'll probably [put on a few extra kgs and lose some as well. which is TRUE! i lost some in the begining. like say 2kg? then as i gradually got used to the bloody schedule, i put on like 3, 4 kg maybe? AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! this is NOT happening. i am so going to start that diet on friday. then stop on sunday. so that's 3 bloody days of weight lost. good-bye junk food and hello clean intestines!!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. i was reading xiaxue's blog and made me realise that what's the point of leg hair? HAHA. random. but really. go read it. it made me laugh my head off. i've the link. go click it. like afterwards. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. why am i blogging now? you must be wondering. well, today is a study day. which is meant for people like us to study for the last 2 papers. Science and D&amp;T. who cares man.. i'm going for my retail therapy later. WOOT! going to shop for shoes, shoe and more shoes later. i think i mentioned it in my previous post right? yeah. but there are so many things i want now.&lt;br /&gt;1. SUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. HAWAII! we are going but i can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. those pretty silver shoes...&lt;br /&gt;4. a pair of black/blue good-old converse shoes.&lt;br /&gt;5. digital camera. the pretty one.&lt;br /&gt;6. bloody slot disc... 512 or 1gb will be good(:&lt;br /&gt;7. a dress! so pretty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see!! i want to strike of the first 4 soon. really especially the first one(: and the fourth one. RAAAAAAHHHH!! pratically ALL! so annoying. well i'll come back later and update and hopefully i can strike off 3 and 4. and maybe 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think friendster is super duper fun(: i don't know why. but i feel really entertained by it. i'm probably mad or something. this is madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out something that's super dsgusting!!!!!!!!! EEEEWWWW!!!!! gross! bleh. i feel like puking my guts out now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lahdeedum. i'm going to stop now. you-tubing! yay. well, i'll update either tonight or tomorrow. so yeah. bye(=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116045203047316615?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116045203047316615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116045203047316615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116045203047316615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116045203047316615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/kill-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116039103712161695</id><published>2006-10-09T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T18:58:47.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOOR'AIN!!!! GROW TALLER!!:) HAPPY 16 BIRTHDAY TO YOU TOO!! but you don't look 16... so that means you're not old!!! happy watching all NC 16 movies. they suit you. because you're horny. HAHA.(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps. i wasn't suppossed to say that. noor'ain, i dare say you grew A LOT taller. seriosly. maybe it's the shoes but yeah. whatever. study hard girl. 'o' levels are in 10 days. good luck. but i'll love ya'll just the same.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. MATHEMATICS paper today. wasn't as difficult as i expected. can you believe that?? i DIDN'T study on saturday and sunday. but i could still do the bloody test paper. my god. but i figured the only reason i could do the paper because all the algebra questions, rather, most of them came out like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5(X+2)           7(y-3)&lt;br /&gt;----------- + -----------&lt;br /&gt;(m-3)(m-1) (m+1)(m-1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what are we suppossed to do? well, solve the equation in its simplest form. like single denominator. I WAS SAVED!!!!!! because that's the only one i knew how to do. and there were many many SIMULTANEOUS EQUATIONS. not so bad... but i totally don't know how to do the area of sphere thingy. I HATE IT!!!! raaaaaaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. anyways, i'm going shopping tomorrow!! i'm like super excited! i want to buy them pretty silver shoes!!! and the converse shoes! nice:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i watched Scary Movie 1 and 2!! super FUNNY!(: super nice lah! the girl named CINDY(excuse the pun dears, it's not my friend.) is like super brainless!!! she's like STUPID!! AHAHA!:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupps. there's Princess Hours later. everybody wants to watch it. rather everybody i know likes to watch it. even ELSIE LIM YAN TING... whoa. i was surprised ok! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i found out something today. shan't say anything. wells, 2 more papers and bye-bye school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait till 23rd october!! AMARA HOTEL, here i come! wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss band. no no! not that band.(inside joke.) concert band! i miss you. darling INSTRUMENT! i miss you! a lot! a whole lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. see you. and i updated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116039103712161695?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116039103712161695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116039103712161695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116039103712161695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116039103712161695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-noorain-grow-taller.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116027773662376662</id><published>2006-10-08T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:22:16.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICOLE LIM HUI!! now you're 16 years OLD! you can LEGALLY watch all the NC 16 movies.i think they suit you. i hope you'll be LESS childish from now on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM. i fogot to update my blog. AND i stopped the double posting thingy. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die die die!!! math paper tomorrow. and i bet it's going to be tough like crap. at least i think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Stay Alive with my sister yesterday. you know, the one where these people play a game then when they die in the game, they die for real... the show that Frankie Muniz acted in. i saw the trailer on the bus and it looked so exciting and yah. probably similar to resident evil or saw or maybe final destination. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; when i watched it, it was such a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DISAPPOINTMENT!! i ws at first like scared to watch, because my sister told me it was going to be like saw. and i freaked out when i watched saw 2. because it was like really GORY. but no. i couldn't even see them bloody hell dying. all they did was scream and they were DEAD. lame or what!! "AAAAHHHHHH" and they're dead. BAH. lousy show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i watched The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift. coolness i tell you!!!! those japanese guys were super duper COOL!! they drifted up the carpark and down the mountain and on the highway!! there was this conveyor belt thingy.. it spins like a fan. except much slower. and it was a CARPARK! my god! and, japanese police will not go after speeding cars that are above 180mph. they don't even bother! cool right! they say that there is no point going after them because they're cars can only speed up to 180mph. any higher than that, they don't bother to try... AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bloody haze is getting on my nerves. seriously. it has been so freaking smoky you know. i just sit here and sms and i'll start tearing. and it's getting really bad. PSI:150. any higher and i don't have to go to school. WTH. i want to take my math paper and get it over and done with damn it!&lt;br /&gt;singapore is becoming a very UNhealthy place. VERY. to people who are asthmatic, please try not to go out. you don't want another attack coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh! bloody haze. booooo.  GO AWAY! so annoying. just stay away from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, i'll update tomorrow after my math paper. wish me luck so that i'll survive in hell. booo, haze boooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116027773662376662?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116027773662376662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116027773662376662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116027773662376662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116027773662376662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-nicole-lim-hui-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116010654791386225</id><published>2006-10-06T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T11:53:40.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;don't ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; why i have double posts. for 2 consecutive days. i myself don't know. and i'm feeling really random now. so this shall be a random post again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling really hungry now.. because i haven't eaten anything since 5.45am this morning. the life of a secondary school student. yeah yeah, i get it. we all have to go through this phase of getting gastric... WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. today's literature was relatively easy. wrote 3 pages long for unseen poetry, and 2 pages long for unseen prose. yupps. i think i'm going to do better(: but hell's taking a step nearer. MATH paper 1&amp;2 on monday. but can use calculator for both papers. so that's good!(: by the way, i brought calculator for my literature today. for what? i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit shit shit! i haven't study math yet!! i don't know her to find the volume of a sphere!&lt;br /&gt;shit shit shit! i also haven't study for science yet!&lt;br /&gt;triple shit! i haven't bought nicole's and noor'ain's present yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! why are all the bad things happening at once? my gosh. this is bad. really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i have 3, no, 4 more papers left. 2 math, 1 science and 1 D&amp;amp;T paper. yupps. no more hell for me after this and it will be a long, comforting, enjoyable and relaxing break. WOOTS!(: I CAN'T WAIT. it seems so fast that all my papers are almost gone. time really has wings i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i really want a 512mb of 1 gb slot disc for my phone. really. i need the space. who wants to buy for me?? anyone???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i want to ssay now lah. i'm probably going to keep up the tradition and start blogging twice a day. like medication. double dosage. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. till then. i'm freaking hungry!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116010654791386225?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116010654791386225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116010654791386225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116010654791386225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116010654791386225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-ask-me-why-i-have-double-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116003608871554802</id><published>2006-10-05T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:14:48.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha. i felt so bored, so i decided to 'borrow'(a.k.a steal) this from some person who added me on friendster. thanks.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smoked a cigarette?&lt;/em&gt;- no. never. i detest smokers. i'm sorry if this is offensive. it's my personal opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smoked a cigar?-&lt;/em&gt; same lah. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;done weed?-&lt;/em&gt; i don't have a garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kissed a member of the same sex?-&lt;/em&gt; more like a member of the same sex kissed me. NICOLE LIM HUI! she kissed me for"luck" outside VCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drank alcohol?-&lt;/em&gt; yah. duh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been in love?-&lt;/em&gt; unrequited love. the person doesn't know lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever been dumped?-&lt;/em&gt; i'm single, so how can i be dumped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shoplifted?-&lt;/em&gt; NO. it's ILLEGAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been fired?-&lt;/em&gt; nope. never worked before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been in a fist fight?-&lt;/em&gt; i don't fight. it's unglamorous and uncouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;snuck out of a parent's house?-&lt;/em&gt; no!! why would i want to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?-&lt;/em&gt; erm. i dunno if the person knows and likes me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been arrested?-&lt;/em&gt; NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;made out with a stranger?-&lt;/em&gt;NO! NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gone out on a blind date?-&lt;/em&gt; i'm not that desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had a crush on an older person?-&lt;/em&gt; erm yah. same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;skipped school?&lt;/em&gt;- chinese new year celebrations count right? yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slept with a co-worker?-&lt;/em&gt; NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seen someone/something die?-&lt;/em&gt; how about ants and roaches. yes then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had/have a crush on one of your FRIENDSTER friends?-&lt;/em&gt; shan't say. don't want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been to Paris?-&lt;/em&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been to Spain?-&lt;/em&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been on a plane?-&lt;/em&gt; yupps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thrown out for drinking?-&lt;/em&gt; no! my parents let me... sshh!! don't tell anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eaten Sushi?-&lt;/em&gt; yeah! sakae anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been snowboarding?-&lt;/em&gt; no. skiing i have though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;met someone BECAUSE of myspace?-&lt;/em&gt; no. i use blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been mosh pitting?-&lt;/em&gt; no! i'm under aged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been in an abusive relationship&lt;/em&gt;?- nope. i'll never allow that to hapen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;taken pain killers?-&lt;/em&gt; for head aches and menses cramp. mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love/like someone right now?-&lt;/em&gt; yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?-&lt;/em&gt; no. that's a complete waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;made a snow angel?-&lt;/em&gt; think so. in states when i was erm, 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had a tea party?-&lt;/em&gt; yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;flown a kite?-&lt;/em&gt; yupps. with my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;built a sand castle?-&lt;/em&gt; duh-uh. though i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gone puddle jumping?-&lt;/em&gt; nopes. no gum boots and wellingtons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;played dress up?-&lt;/em&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jumped into a pile of leaves?-&lt;/em&gt; no autumn in singapore! i want to though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gone sledding?-&lt;/em&gt; yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheated while playing a game?-&lt;/em&gt; yah! everyone does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been lonely?-&lt;/em&gt; yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fallen asleep at work/school?-&lt;/em&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;used a fake/someone else's ID?-&lt;/em&gt; that's illegal! NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;watched the sun set?-&lt;/em&gt; yeah. so beautiful(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;felt an earthquake?-&lt;/em&gt; yup. felt so nauseaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;killed a snake?-&lt;/em&gt; NO! i wouldn't even go near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been tickled?-&lt;/em&gt; yupps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been robbed/vandalized?-&lt;/em&gt; never been robbed but violated sexually by them beoved seniors. NICOLE LIM. it's YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;robbed someone?-&lt;/em&gt; NO! THAT'S ILLEGAL TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been misunderstood?-&lt;/em&gt; yah. i've been too blatant. learned from my sister. can't help it. but it's un-intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pet a reindeer?-&lt;/em&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;won a contest?-&lt;/em&gt; never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been suspended from school?-&lt;/em&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had detention?-&lt;/em&gt; no. but asked to get consent form for jay walking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been in a car/motorcycle accident?-&lt;/em&gt; yes. but no one was hurt lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had/have braces?-&lt;/em&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night?-&lt;/em&gt; no. i'll be like fat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had deja vu?-&lt;/em&gt; many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;danced in the moonlight?-&lt;/em&gt; no. but i have sung "you raise me up" in the moonlight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hated the way you look?-&lt;/em&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;witnessed a crime?-&lt;/em&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pole danced?-&lt;/em&gt; no. i don't intend to anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;questioned your heart?-&lt;/em&gt; yah. why why why!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been obsessed with post-it notes?-&lt;/em&gt; YES!!! i am still obsessed with it. i LOVE 3m post-its!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;squished barefoot through the mud?-&lt;/em&gt; sick no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been lost?-&lt;/em&gt; yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been to the opposite side of the world?-&lt;/em&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;swam in the ocean?-&lt;/em&gt; sea lah. not ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;felt like you were dying?-&lt;/em&gt; once. when i fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cried yourself to sleep?-&lt;/em&gt; yes. once or twice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;played cops and robbers?-&lt;/em&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;recently coloured with crayons/coloredpencils/markers?-&lt;/em&gt; i do that everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sang karaoke?-&lt;/em&gt; yup. at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paid for a meal with only coins?-&lt;/em&gt; in school lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;done something you told yourself you wouldn't?-&lt;/em&gt; yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;made prank phone calls?-&lt;/em&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose?-&lt;/em&gt; NO! that's so wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kissed in the rain?-&lt;/em&gt; no. i'm bloody hell single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;written a letter to Santa Clause?-&lt;/em&gt; no. i knew santa never existed because i haven't got what i want the most now. care to be my santa?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been kissed under a mistletoe?-&lt;/em&gt; no! i'm not married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;watched the sun set with someone you care/cared about?-&lt;/em&gt; yah. with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blown bubbles?-&lt;/em&gt; yupps! so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;made a bonfire on the beach?-&lt;/em&gt; no. i don't camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crashed a party?-&lt;/em&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people?-&lt;/em&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gone roller skating/ blading?-&lt;/em&gt; yeah. ice-skating too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had a wish come true?-&lt;/em&gt; not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humped a monkey?-&lt;/em&gt; NO! THAT'S SO SICK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;worn pearls?-&lt;/em&gt; no. they look so old on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jumped off a bridge?-&lt;/em&gt; NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;screamed "penis" at a football game?-&lt;/em&gt; no. i am female damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;swimming with dolphins?-&lt;/em&gt; no. but i've touched them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;got your tongue stuck to a pole/freezer/icecube?-&lt;/em&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kissed a fish?-&lt;/em&gt; NO! NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;worn the opposite sex clothes?-&lt;/em&gt; jeans counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sat on a roof top?-&lt;/em&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;screamed at the top of your lungs?-&lt;/em&gt; yah. many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can do a one-handed cartwheel?-&lt;/em&gt; i can't do cart-wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;talked on the phone for more than 3 hours?-&lt;/em&gt; don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stayed up all night?-&lt;/em&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;picked and ate an apple right off the tree?-&lt;/em&gt; can't do that in singapore. get fined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;climbed a tree?-&lt;/em&gt; no. i'll fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had/been in a tree house?-&lt;/em&gt; think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aren't scared to watch scary movies alone?-&lt;/em&gt; that's ABNORMAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;believe in ghosts?- &lt;/em&gt;yah. to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have/had more then 30 pairs of shoes(in a lifetime)?-&lt;/em&gt; not me. my mum. i wear her shoes.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gone streaking?-&lt;/em&gt; what the hell is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;been in jail(cantonment)?-&lt;/em&gt; no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, i'm a rather timid person. what the hell... so retarded. ahh hell. that's about it i guess. and i found out a piece of news. to that person, you need a mirror. cindy, you know who. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116003608871554802?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116003608871554802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116003608871554802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116003608871554802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116003608871554802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/ha.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-116002223465870003</id><published>2006-10-05T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T12:23:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;freak.&lt;/span&gt;FReak.&lt;/span&gt;FREAK!!!!!!!&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. did my history paper today... didn't know how to do 2 questions.  anybody knows what the hell is the Rendel Constituition? well, that was one of the "choice" questions. obviosly i didn't pick that. BUT still i don't know what the hell is the Rendel constituition. well, i mean, this can't possibly be the worst shock i'll get. i have a feeling that the MATH will give me more of a shock. somebody please kill me. now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entertained myself by writing rubbish. (5,4,3,2) cindy? get it? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes. my msn nick says 7 more days. my dear, dear nicole! it's not your birthday i'm counting down to. neither is it noor'ain's!!! it's to the end of the EOY's or in my terms, EYE's(end-year-examination) so don't be sooooo EGO. nobody wants to countdown to your birthday except you and your boyfriend. soory if you feel so erm HURT! i'm too busy mugging... to bother about your birthday. but i'll make it up to you guys! LUNCH???=) HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the double post thing people. it just suddenly hit me and i decided to start blogging little little details i would never forget. because if i think they're worth remembering. i'll probably NEVER forget secondary school when i leave. the first year was the best year ever... oh man. i feel like i'm on my dethbed. TOUCH WOOD! I'm not MARRIED yet! cannot die!X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. my dear graduating seniors, namely AUNTIE wan ting, nicole, noor'ain, triana and all whom i was lazy to type out because my thumbs hurt but yah, you're remembered, please, please study hard for your 'o' levels. PLEASE. i just realised that your 'o' levels are in 13 short days. that means (24x13) 312 hours. that's very little. really. study as hard as you can. i only realised how scary it is when i saw the countdown board at the foyer. time really is running out. study real hard man... because you'll regret if you didn't study hard enough. so please. leave the school happily and come back and visit us with a smile!=) i'll miss you guys even more, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;those stupid times we had slapping each other's back, pinching each other's boobs/butt/thighs, feeling scared because of sock hop's gimicks, laughing at nicole's super LOUD burps/breathing, stepping on each other's shoes during fall-in... so many things we did, and in a blink of an eye, it's alreadycome and gone. band's so much quieter without you guys. from 10 to 5, half the section's gone. i miss smacking you all on the back, pushing your heads, messing up wanting's hair, threatening to spray slide oil in triana's mouth because she keeps yawning and it makes us all feel sleepy, laughing at nicole and noor'ain's indian dance and horny jokes. EVERYTHING. i still remembered when i first entered band. everyone thought i was that irritatting, arrogant girl. then after they knew me, they were like whoa. HAHA. then when i first met the seniors, the first thing they said to me was: "hi! i'm nicole!*burp* and i'm your SL" "hi! i'm aynn! what's your name ah?" gosh. i was bombarded with mad, retarded people. that's why i eneded up being retarded and burping loudly. the longer i was with them, i became more and more attached to them. then from these 2 mad ones, i know decided that i should be more social. so i moved on to the other 2 which i only knew by name. and in time, i grew closer to triana and wan ting. the section was so united!!! we did everything together. not exactly everything but yah, in GENERAL. then came the POP. that ws it. after that last band practise, all those wonderful times we had, would never come back again. we're still on very good terms, but it wasn't like before. the only time i see them is when they walk pass my class.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you guys, real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. what's with all that emotional stuff??? must be those emo Backstreet Boys songs at work again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here we are in the arms of one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we still go on searching for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Knowing that hate is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And love is right, for us tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I look into your Spanish eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know the reason why I am alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the world is so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a place I've never been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it comes from deep within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's telling me thatI'm about to win first prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Knowing all I have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is reach out my hand to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anytime I want to look into your Spanish eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let it be if we're nothing more than dreamers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who believe that we see no wall between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can they be in my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And in my mind, when all I could find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I look into your Spanish eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know the reason why I am alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the world is so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I loved you from a distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought I couldn't reach that far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe how close that we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I look into your Spanish eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the world is so beautiful tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Repeat chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful song. at least i think so. the post is so long.. shall end here. buh-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-116002223465870003?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/116002223465870003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=116002223465870003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116002223465870003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/116002223465870003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/freak.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115995650216001851</id><published>2006-10-04T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:08:22.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd post for the day. i think you should read the previous one. because if you don't know anything, this will be draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to voice this out. nono. not anything about school. it's just something. that particular something is bothering the living day lights out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's a fact. officially. i fucking hell like you. not like you know who you are. i wish you knew. but you obviously don't. why, why,WHY?? it's so annoying. i never get to see you around. not anywhere. at all. why did i have to see you yet you can't be mine?? fuck. i am saying too much. i guess it's sooner or later. you'll find out. soon enough. don't hate me, please. just regard me as this loser who can't make up her bloody mind. i love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;now that that's off my chest, i feel so much better. see it, decode it for all i care. because if you bother about it, you don't know anything. so shut up and don't bother asking me anything. when i told you that you'll find out, you WILL. so just trust me damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, when people say "you'll find out", they MEAN IT. this is mmore of a warning to people who wish to particularly find out anything from me or my friends. nothing except the lovely crap that's going to come out of my *** and my spit. whatever, i'm pissed. with the people who think they know everything about me when they don't. thanks cindy, for being there for me. thanks a lot.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oprah winfrey's show's talking about this trust me thingy. i need it now. what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;i need a hug.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why can't i be pretty? ugly people get all this shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115995650216001851?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115995650216001851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115995650216001851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115995650216001851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115995650216001851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/2nd-post-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115994527912714517</id><published>2006-10-04T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:01:19.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i just realised that almost everyblog entry has a picture. so frim this moment, i jeanette shall not upload anymore pictures until the time prises.(like christmas, birthday, new year, hawaii!!!=), combine with SPS.) yupps. which the nearest being november/december and the furthest being march. so smart right?? haha. so i'll probably just keep blogging and pray that there are some people reading it still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just changed my template. AND, it didn't screw up. so that's an improvement. plus, there is no wishlist in here. but my wishlist is alll the ssame. i have got nothing to strike of yet. though i would &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERY MUCH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;love to strike off what was on the top of my wish list, for those who could remember. cindy?? HAHA. (inside joke.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. yesterday's chinese paper wasn't like difficult, but yet it wasn't easy.. it was like slightly more challenging. guess who set it?? MDM XIE. great. today's Geography paper was managealbe. they only asked 1 question about settlements. that's good. because the question was on subsistence farming. until now, i have no idea what's the difference between nomadic herding and western pastoralism. like WTF is that?? anyways, i pray that this is the last year i'll ever have to touch geography. it's so difficult to understand. like how the hell do i know what is the process that leads to vulcanism? to whoevr who comes to me and asks me for help in geography&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;, BAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to you. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am starting feel worried. for my math paper. i CAN'T do algebra. like factorisation. and i have no idea why A square plus B square is equal to C square. and to MR PYTHAGORAS, who bloody hell created the above equation thing, go and die.(it's called the pythagoras theorem, i know that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH! i really want to cut my hair NOW!!! it's getting on my nerves! BUT i'm suppossed to leave it long for hawaii and stuff... so if i cut it now, it won't look nice in hawaii.. so i shan't touch it. but it's bothering the living daylights out of me!!! ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think they should put a study day before our math paper. guess when my study day is?? the day befor my science paper, which is the 2nd last paper, which is also 2 days before my design and tech paper. like WTH!!!! come on lah!! who studies for D&amp;T?? this is madness. stupid timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english: GREAT! weird passage though. i think i can maybe B3?&lt;br /&gt;chinese: okay lah. B3 too.&lt;br /&gt;geography:i am super confident i'll pass. like B3.&lt;br /&gt;history: die! i study like 1/2. pray to pass!&lt;br /&gt;literature: yes! finally! i am looking forward to it and taking it next year!!!&lt;br /&gt;math: erm. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;can some genius teach me algebra?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science: okay lah. just that i don't know what the hell is an ammeter.&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T: erp. i passed my practical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see. i totally suck. anyways, it's 30% of my total grades. because 70% was already accounted for in the mid-year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. it's getting a little too boring and long and dry. see you. BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115994527912714517?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115994527912714517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115994527912714517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115994527912714517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115994527912714517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115976921954900547</id><published>2006-10-02T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T14:06:59.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;exam day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think i am supposed to sound that sad. but nope, i'm not. suprsingly, i feel quite happy.(= must be yesterday's dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA!!!! i thought of something to blog about!!!! DINNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YESTERDAY'S DINNER WAS FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see for yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see this lovely, delicious, mouth-watering, sumptuous tasty plate of orangey-red crabs? multiply the amount here by 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what we had for dinner. 12 whole crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lovely(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating, there will be the shells. HAHA. now this is the fun part. let me show you the shells. i mean, if i take the food, i'll take the shells.(:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;: :&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;after..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image000.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image000.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hohoho.. this is the lovely crabs we saw just now. just that all the edible meat/flesh has been eaten up by us. poor crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;remains(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yupps. the waste/remaining/shels/bones are termed lovely remains.. seen it somewhere? well it's copyrighted MINE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. okay. enough of the dinner thingy. i know you feel hungry..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yes, today, during the English Language paper, i had an extra peice of paper and i started doodling on it. guess what i drew?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah @#%&amp;. lousy phone thingy. the colour was supposed to be th shocking and bright highlighter YELLOW. but i don't know why it looks so dull. anyways, they're called STICKMEN. egyptian style.. HAHA. see the 4 with the 2 pony tails? well, they're GAY. haha! ok. i know we're not allowed to bring materials out of the exam room but, i only drew stickmen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the result of boredom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the combine with st pats nearing(IT'S ON! I CHECKED WITH MR DE..), i'm starting to feel the shivers. can you imagine how "malu" i'll feel? they play really well and we kind of suck. it's a fact. oh man.. well, i rather have than don't have. it's a learning experience, dears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115976921954900547?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115976921954900547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115976921954900547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115976921954900547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115976921954900547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/10/exam-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115959281030507055</id><published>2006-09-30T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:06:50.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my stomach hurts again. why? i had one mooncake too many. my mum bought mooncakes yesterday. MY FAVOURITE! durian and gren tea. my sis cut the lovely DURIAN mooncake and started eating. i only had 2 pathetic peices and after that, because i was thirsty, drank a glass of water after that. then my stomach is hurting uptil now. and i feel like i'm having diarrhoea. yipes.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me show you the oh-so-yummy mooncake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/??????000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/??????000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we all already know,&lt;br /&gt;yellow= durian&lt;br /&gt;orange=orange&lt;br /&gt;greem=green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one empty space as the other durian is already gone.. in my stomach.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. it's raining now. that's not good. it's cool and everything but yah. there'll be a mini outdoor pool in no time. click &lt;a href="http://jillisdabest.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-i-hate-rainy-days.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out. read it and you'll know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, the bloody rain is like NOT amusing at all. it's so... disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh! it's so annoying! my stomach! it feels like there are 20 iron bars spining in them and with each spin, it cuts the walls of your stomach. WTF. it huts like crap:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should find a new blogskin. i know. but i'm lazy. as usual. nothing surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh @#%&amp;. my stomach as made me forget what i wanted to blog about. forget it. maybe next time. till then ,BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115959281030507055?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115959281030507055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115959281030507055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115959281030507055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115959281030507055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/09/oww.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115952834925491441</id><published>2006-09-29T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:12:30.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blah. went studying today again with elsie. at delifrance. my goodness! we reached there at aorund 11.25 today. just in case people think we 'pontanf' school... NO, WE DIDN'T. school finished at 10.15 today. because of some sustained achievement thingy.. then upon leaving delifrance, we met nat NG. long time no see darling!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elsie lim just had to us emy phone and take un-glamorous pictures. but i'm only uploading ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image000.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image000.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i think you all can see, the background is delifrance and my hair is in a giant mess. my hand is in an awkward position and my eyes can hardly be seen. my smile was a half way talking to elsie, nodding my head in a matter-of-factly way. then elsie decided to 'ka-cha' ad take my picture. well done. SMILE! your on candid camera. this jeanette, is a good reminder to STOP doin un-glamorous things on public. i SHOULD be more self-conscious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, after studying for 2.5 hours, our brains we're going to explode/burst. the cold started to get our heads(delifrance is @#%&amp;-ing cold lah!) so we decided to leave instead. walked around.. saw a pair of VERY pretty topshop SILVER coloured shoes i WANTED!!! but thet're bloody hell 49 DOLLARS! money.. money..money. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my sister won a prixe/trophy today. she's got 2nd place in the "lower primary sports day". how did i know? well, she's been going on and on about it since the begining of the year. haha. here's the trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the star bears the school name, to those who can see. clearly NOT from the same school as me. thank god. at the botttom, the goldish thing, rather, the gold plate, that's the part that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOWER PRIMARY SPORTS&lt;br /&gt;                    2006&lt;br /&gt;                P2 RACE 3&lt;br /&gt;                     2ND&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 think that's super cool. never won any trophys/medals before.): i'm not a sports person. i win like certificates. but that's not cool. i think trophys/medals are cooler.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. see you around. till then, BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115952834925491441?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115952834925491441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115952834925491441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115952834925491441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115952834925491441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/09/blah_29.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115943262475443285</id><published>2006-09-28T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T16:37:04.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am feeling really nervy today. not nervous my dears, it means like after eating a long string of medication or anti-biotic, that kind of trembling, fainting feeling yah? i myself have NO idea why. can't be the pain killers. i only had 2 since yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh. my headache is getting from bad to worst! the 2 painkillers didn't seem to work. i thought it was the double dosage i had(each at least 8 hours apart) that made me feel nervy. but no. i completely don't recall anything i ate that made me feel so weird. goodness gracious me. i have so got to find out before i faint. which is like soon:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i think i am going to have migraine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's what the exams have done to me. thank you so much school. for stressing the butt off me. and for re-iterating the fact that we have to study hard because this year is the deciding year. we either make it or break it. how encouraging. i feel a sudden outburst of energy... when i wake up at 5am every morning. whoa. i am so going to be awake during lessons. wow. -_-'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i re-updated my friendster pictures. this is so fun. i enjoy updating it a lot. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i was at RTC/RTP yesterday. for JAY walking. that is like totally retarded. really. i mean, if i didn't jay walk, we'll be bloody hell late and i would get sent to RTC/RTP. so what's the point? so yeah. i don't really care. my mum signed the form and she laughed. mind you, she LAUGHED. out loud. my parents are a funny bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING! TEACHERS! IF YOU'RE READING THIS, PLEASE &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think my parents are the parents from HELL. nono, they don't give ME or my siblings hell. they give the TEACHERS hell. unless we're in the wrong. i remember when i was in primary 3 or4.. my chinese teacher called up my dad saying that my chinese result were crappy shit. i got 70-80 plus ONLY. saying that i needed tuition. my dad YELLED at her. saying that she didn't do her duty as a teacher. "i send my daughter to school to learn, not for her to come back and you tell me she needs tuition. if that's the case, what does she need to go to school for?" HAHA! IN YOUR FACE! i thought back, is 70-80 marks for chinese LOUSY? i thought it was quite okay... mind you, i'm still maintaining that standard until now. i still get 70-80 plus you know. and i NEVER had tuition. for ANYTHING. say i'm boasting, whatever. but you see, i think there is no need for tuition if you still can cope with it. i know my math sucks to the core(i can count up to 20) but yah. it takes time. send me for tuition and i'll bloody hell loose interest in the subject. yes, i admit. my primary3-4 chinese results were the worst ever. my primary 5-6 until now, it has maintained at 75-85 marks. highest between these years? 26/30 for a test. surprising right? yes. i am NOT mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;nothing about me is mediocre. thank you. i am special. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. till then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115943262475443285?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115943262475443285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115943262475443285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115943262475443285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115943262475443285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-feeling-really-nervy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115935678288089273</id><published>2006-09-27T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:33:02.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pain &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pain!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; my head hurts like some @%&amp;#-ing shit. so pain! must be the bloody algebra that i did today. stupid factorisation. and fractions. SEE! all the bloody 'F's i can never understand. bloody hell. URGH! so bloody pain lah! how am i supposed to study history(the dry-est subject ever) tonight?! my head will explode!!! i need one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. root beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit shit shit! i haven't passed up my hawaii form. must sign by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;shit shit shit! i haven't passed up my dance-a-thon thingy.&lt;br /&gt;triple shit! i haven't started on science yet! exams are NEXT WEEK! @#%&amp;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to take a glamorous photo. because if i don't even have one, how am i supposed to take the bloody photo down? so help me! and you people KEEP insisting that i look retarede. with particular reference to cindy, audrey and eunice. great.  i ALREADY know i look retarded. so just quit it lah. i feel very stressed already. telling me i look stupid/retarede/ugly is not going to work. blah. but i have to admit. that IS a very unglam photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cindy keeps insisting that i have a twin. only elsie has a twin okay! and she's bloody hell in the same school! BUT, cindy says that i look like fiona leng. (my apologies fiona, if you ever see this lah.) i SOOOOO DON'T look like her. then even celestia says so. like WTF. she say the hair, the body structure, the voice, EVERYTHING. what in the world! she's like taller, older, maybe retarded-er then me!!!! blah.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so stupid. i'm going to watch a show now. then i'm going to sign my form and the warning letter saying that i jay walked. can you believe that? elsie and i got caught for jay walking. because we were almost late. so we decided to jay walk so that we can reach school on time. stupid. NICOLE LIM HUI! i am NOT a delinquent. bloody hell. you made it sound like i commited a grave sin/offence. i'm not a bandit. or a criminal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115935678288089273?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115935678288089273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115935678288089273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115935678288089273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115935678288089273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/09/pain-pain-pain-my-head-hurts-like-some.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115926119061012215</id><published>2006-09-26T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:59:50.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was doing my friendster thingy just now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. then it hit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i have NO normal, decent looking picture that's properly taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  my pictures have at least one person making a fool of themselves. if not, then it's me looking awfully RETARDED in the picture. (mind you, the word decent in the previous sentence means proper. NOT like obscene or anything.) i don't look glamorous in photos and sad to say, i am NOT photogenic. jeanette, you are so loserly:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i can't believe this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied history yesterday. had so much fun laughing at some stuff. but i feel accomplshed. i managed to almost complete chapter 8 of history. BUT i still ahve 4-5 more chapters. god, kill me. i intend to finish history and geography by today. yes, by today.   ELSIE, let's go study again!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. i SOOO ned to take a glamorous looking picture. but now that i'm like mugging, my eyebags are horrifying!!! &lt;strong&gt;eyebags &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eyebags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; eyebags&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how can! they're ug-ly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is bothering the crap shit out of me. i don't know why. the eyebags/mugging/bloody red notebook where all my notes are bother the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand assembly!!!!! my god! i totally HATE it! it's is so&lt;strong&gt; pissifying&lt;/strong&gt; whenever assembly starts because it's like so @#%*ing warm!! and then we have to hear the hymn &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blasting&lt;/span&gt; and some girls singing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OFF KEY&lt;/span&gt;!! i mean i am fine with it but, they don't allow us to even laugh!!! bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired. going off line know. till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115926119061012215?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115926119061012215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115926119061012215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115926119061012215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115926119061012215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-doing-my-friendster-thingy-just.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115907216101628930</id><published>2006-09-24T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:29:21.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;last night was the stupidest, most reatrded, most bloody @#%* ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12 midnight, when you need the light most, the bloody ceiling light died on us( my sister and me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the ceiling light, which is the one you switch on and off using a switch(duh) on your wall... yah. my sister and i share a room and the bloody light couldn't switch on. so it started flickering. so then i felt rather scared.(it's 12 midnight. ever watched ghost shows?) so then my sister thought hey, lets take the lamp from the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this is the ceiling light. the bloody ceiling light that died on us. but you must credit it for working day in day out, whenever we felt like turning it on. kudos, ceiling light!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were reduced to..........&lt;br /&gt;                       :&lt;br /&gt;                       :&lt;br /&gt;                       :&lt;br /&gt;                       :&lt;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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image000.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image000.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hello to mr standing-yellow-lamp. he's considered to be rather bright.&lt;br /&gt;the brown stuff is the floor of my bedroom and white wire is the switch. the bulb is yellow. that's why his middle name is yello. not white.&lt;br /&gt;he's really small actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my wonderful ceiling light which went mad, we had to use a lamp. a bloody small lamp. URGH. that's like super ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. i eel tired and lazy. shall go on friendster now. see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115907216101628930?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115907216101628930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115907216101628930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115907216101628930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115907216101628930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/09/blah_23.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115899977528390537</id><published>2006-09-23T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T16:22:55.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES! YES! YES!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA! i am now super happy! cindy!! i got something to tell you!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh. my stomach hurts. real bad. must be too much of the "gu lu rou" my grandma made for dinner last night. it tasted SO good! so i just kept eating until my stomach hurt. then my grandma kept saying "jeanette! finish it lah! don't keep the food! go finish!" but you see, i had like at least 15-20 pieces. so i kept eating so that i didn't disappoint her, which doesn't make any sense because it tasted SO good. but in the end, i couldn't finish it. there was still like enough today for my hungry cousins to eat for lunch. whoa. now my stomach hurts like crap:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows what "gu lu rou" is right? it's the sweet and sour sauce pork thingy.. but we used chicken, because daddy doesn't eat/like pork.(note the '/', as my dad eats "char siew bao" but not pork. weird.) "gu lu rou"= sweet and sour pork/ chicken/ meat. but what is the "gu lu" in "gu lu rou"? any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/1600/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2939/3804/320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see this pau? multiply it's size by 3.  add a full bowl of honey stars cereal. plus one pizza bread thingy.. that's what i had for breakfast. maybe that's the cause of my painful stomach. blame the grandmother and the cousin. i really appreciate the food thingy but over feeding is bad..(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. i feel hungry but my stomach is killing me. urgh! the bloody guts are getting on my nerves. bloody hell. i need a stomach transplant! FAST! any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115899977528390537?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115899977528390537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115899977528390537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115899977528390537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115899977528390537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-yes-yes-haha-i-am-now-super-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115892966235714069</id><published>2006-09-22T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:54:22.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes. today is finally a happy, enjoyable and memorable day.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went SHOPPING with my sister today, like after school. so fun! i like, no, love retail therapy. that's the best medcine for ANY kind of sickness. even moodswings. seems to me that burning a hole in your wallet makes the whole day seem happy!(: but it's short-lived. because when you realise you're dead broke, you wished you haden't bought anything. anyways, who says money can't buy happiness?? it SURE can. 50 dollars in exchange for 3 days worth of euphoria? i don't mind really.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elsie and i were playing "what comes to your mind when i say..." game while waiting for pratha.&lt;br /&gt;so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what comes to your mind when i say barbeque?- lays bbq potato chips. YUM(:&lt;br /&gt;what comes to your mind when i say chips?- casino!! the red and green.&lt;br /&gt;what come to your mind when i say dinosaur?- the one with the horn and the spiky back thingy.&lt;br /&gt;what comes to your mind when i say treat?- TRICK OR TREAT!&lt;br /&gt;what comes to your mind when i say stone?- stoning. like a rock.&lt;br /&gt;what comes to your mind when i say reserve?- money. cash reserve.&lt;br /&gt;what comes to your mind wheni say happy?- HAPPINESS. smiley faces.&lt;br /&gt;what comes to your mind when i say end?- THE END.&lt;br /&gt;what comes to your mind when i say mad?- IMH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i know there are a whole lot of repetittion in the words "what comes to your mind..." thingy. but that's the game. i am going to make some people do this.(:&lt;br /&gt;like 5. good luck reading. you'll probably be SQUINTY after that. heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i feel so happy. really. oh yes. i don't think i look that retarded in the friendster thingy lah. right? i just look fat in the photo, that's all. cindy says i look like an IMH patient. and my dad says i look retarded. my mum says it doesn't look like me. what the hell. it IS me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! so yeah. i just came up with the 5 people i want to do the stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;1. qi hui&lt;br /&gt;2. ru jing&lt;br /&gt;3. eunice gee&lt;br /&gt;4. jill.( my sister.)&lt;br /&gt;5.  samantha chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! now be thankful(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115892966235714069?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115892966235714069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115892966235714069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115892966235714069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115892966235714069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115882356933372730</id><published>2006-09-21T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:26:11.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today was the best day ever. and I RUINED it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was any other normal day. just that i felt slightly less depressed. pretty happy actually. i was just rather annoyed with the class(as usual) towards the end of the day. that's all. but i just had to spoil it when i was on the bus. nobody spoilt it for me. i did it myself. how stupidly retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;why did i even bother to think for a moment about this? do i even know you? i don't see why i wasted my time on the bus thinking and contemplating when i should be concentrating on my studies. and i thought it would all be perfect. and i suddenly realise that nothing in this world is perfect. not even the perfect pair of silver shoes. nothing. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you wasted your time thinking, jeanette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. why did i think and pray and put my hopes high that you would notice? you &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; will. and would ever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;it was all a wishful thinking on my part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is going to be okay. i pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115882356933372730?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115882356933372730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115882356933372730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115882356933372730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115882356933372730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-was-best-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115874015390600322</id><published>2006-09-20T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:15:53.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grabbed this from natalie koh's blog to do. yay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason for living?-i haven't accomplished what i want yet.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are okay?-erm. yah. i'm normal. and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Ever donated blood?-no. i think it'll hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Last message from?-cindy.&lt;br /&gt;Last message sent?-cindy.&lt;br /&gt;Last call from?-mummy.&lt;br /&gt;Last place went?-school.&lt;br /&gt;Last food you consumed?-grandma's fried &lt;em&gt;bee hoon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Last person whom you chat with in msn?-qihui&lt;br /&gt;Accessories you usually wear?-earings and my trusty bangle.&lt;br /&gt;Movie you want to watch?-scary movie, salem's lot.&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings?2. one on right, one on left.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever performed on stage before?- yup.&lt;br /&gt;Ever wish you could turn back time?- YES. definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought of robbing a bank?-no.&lt;br /&gt;One thing you totally regret doing?-yelling at my mum for the first and the last time.&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself a good listener?-depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be happy or wealthy?- wealthy. because i am already happy(:&lt;br /&gt;Are you shy to ask someone out? yup, if it is someone i like. but if it's a friend then, no.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to talk on the phone?- yah. i do that everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather go on a walk or watch tv?- TV. i like the idiot box.&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst words you know?- i don't know. how about numbers. they're evil.&lt;br /&gt;What's your worst fear?- fear of heights, animals, death of loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt you were in love?- haha! yah.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what rubbish was that. oh well. credit to natalie koh anyways. ha. TAG you're IT. i'm bored. really. i need to find something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;although loneliness has always been a friend of mine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm leaving my life in your hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people say i'm crazy, indeed, i am blind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;risking it all in a glance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how you got me blind is still a mystery,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't get you out of my head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't care what is wrtten in your history,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as long as you're here with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115874015390600322?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115874015390600322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115874015390600322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115874015390600322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115874015390600322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/09/grabbed-this-from-natalie-kohs-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115865307575688599</id><published>2006-09-19T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:06:58.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blah. came back from school feeling relatively tired and worn out. POOOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, after GY, i went to go and talk to miss chua. she said the estimated cost to HAWIAII is... $2200 sgd.*gasp* yeps pepole. not kidding. $2200. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's up with me these days. i just keep eating the FLORIDA'S NATURAL fruit nuggets. or if not, then it'll be the cranberry apple juice. yum.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. i haven't started studying yet. i am SO going to DIE. not really but, if i do badly for the examinations, i'll be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. stuck with a lousy, sucky subjet combination for the next 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;2. one more EXTRA bloody fucking year in SAC.&lt;br /&gt;3. unable to go to hawaii, either because the school won't allow or my parenrs bar me.&lt;br /&gt;4. super SAD.&lt;br /&gt;5. highly probable to suffer from temporary insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, if i do well, i will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IN HAWAII! woot!&lt;br /&gt;2. remain as i am. 4 year course, 2 years down, 2 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;3. good subject combination, subject to availability of classs, which i can ask for a change with good results.&lt;br /&gt;4. EUPHORIC!(:&lt;br /&gt;5. highly probable to uiffer from temporary insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you caan see, if i get GOOD grades, it's a win-win situation. AND point 5 in both are the same as one is because i'll go MAD being sad. second because i'll be too happy. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know. i feel too tired, lazy and discouraged to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, i got my enhlish mock exam paper back. i passed!!!!! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;comprehension: 18/50&lt;br /&gt;summary: 16/50&lt;br /&gt;looks like i can comprehend stuff but can't summarise them. that means i got a 34/50.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH. why the heck am i rambling about my grades anyways. i think the exam fever has already burnt my brain. no wonder cindy says i am an IMH patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2005/06/like-huh.html"&gt;click here to entertainment. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115865307575688599?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115865307575688599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115865307575688599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115865307575688599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115865307575688599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/09/blah_19.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115856718625198632</id><published>2006-09-18T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:20:11.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLAH. after yesterday's regergitation of inner feelings, a feel quite a chipper now.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i failed miserably for my semestral tests. and i intend to go study later. kudos to you, jeanette. you actually study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bedok interchange, the place i haven't been for a long time, for sushi. felt a sudden surge of sushi-eating come into me. and, i didn't eat much surprisingly... but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. i ACTUALLY had homework. which i didn;t do until this morning. as usual. i didn't bring my fool-scap paper home. what the hell. this is like the 7th time i did that&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. &lt;em&gt;7 fucking times&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AND because of bloody hell forgetful-ness, i had to rush it this morning. but that wasn't so bad. because i had time to do it. BUT oh no, i had to FORGET that i had math homework AND leave the bloody notes in school! so about 16 of us were outside class during math. &lt;em&gt;it was pretty fun&lt;/em&gt; but EXAMS are like round the corner! i didn't study in p6 just to slam my results in her face?!!!! partially but, still, it was to get into an express class.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;UGH jeanette. you need to got a black book and write a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'things to do list'.&lt;/em&gt; everytime you forget, the book can double up and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; SLAP YOURSELF ON THE HEAD FOR FORGETTING.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;everything is annoying me. and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;JLoh&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;had to pick today and tomorrow to yell and irritate us. just because some people in the school, in which i don't know who, did something to irritate her OR she's PMSing. RAAAAAAHHHH! can she like keep her comments to herself?! URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bloody bird that has been sitting on my window ledge for the past 35 mins or so needs to be shooo-ed away. it has been &lt;em&gt;'ku-yew'&lt;/em&gt;-ing at my window. ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i don't know. i have an urge to eat apple strudle OR chocolate eclairs OR custurd pie OR anything along those lines are fine. but my tongue hurts.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ha. i think that's about it. i'm done. till then.&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/34512586-115856718625198632?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115856718625198632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115856718625198632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115856718625198632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115856718625198632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/09/blah.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115846187416901249</id><published>2006-09-17T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:29:56.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can... anybody find be somebody to love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each morning I get up I die a little, can barely stand on my feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a look (Take a look at yourself)in the mirror and cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yeah, yeah)Lord, what you're doing to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to spend all my years in believing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I just can't get no relief Lord &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody (somebody) oooh somebody (somebody)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can anybody find me somebody to love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I work hard (he works hard) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyday of my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I work till I ache my bones, at the end (at the end of the day) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I take home my hard earned pay all on my own I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; get down (down) on my knees (knees)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I start to pray (praise the Lord) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Till the tears run down from my eyes Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; somebody (somebody) oooh somebody (please)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can anybody find me somebody to love? (He wants help)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every day - I try and I try and I try -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But everybody wants to put me down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say I'm going crazy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they say I got a lot of water in my brain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got no common sense, (He's)I got nobody left to believe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah - yeah yeah yeah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oooh Somebody (somebody) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can anybody find me somebody to love?(Anybody find me someone to love)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got no feel I got no rhythm , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just keep losing my beat(you just keep losing and losing) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm OK I'm alright (he's alright)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ain't gonna face no defeat, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just gotta get out of this prison cell &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day I'm gonna be free Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find me somebody to love, find me somebody to love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find me somebody to love, find me somebody to love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find me somebody to love, find me somebody to love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find me somebody to love, find me somebody to love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find me somebody to love, find me somebody to love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody, somebody,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somebody, somebody,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somebody Find me somebody,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;find me somebody to love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can anybody find me... Somebody to love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find me somebody to love, find me somebody to love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find me somebody to love, find me find me find me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find me somebody to love, Somebody to love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find me somebody to love... Find me, find me, find me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. last night, when i was talking to cindy, i found out something i figured i should never have found out. it made me cry and feel so upset last night. and it's going to continue on for the next few days. my darlings, please, if i tick you off for the next week, don't take it to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so moody now. i don't even feel like talking about it. mm. cindy tried cheering me up. but it didn't really work much. oh well. i'll get over it sooner or later. but at this rate, i think later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai... i have nothing much to say really. there's only mugging, mugging and more mugging. that's all everyone i know can actually think of. me? well, i still haven't started thanks to the thing that happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i had a super wierd(i can never spell this.) dream. i dreamt of a man in black, like a theif, stopping my father's car in the hotel/resort genting. then, he was holding a bottle of kerosene and a LIGHTER. he wanted to burn us all alive if we didn't give him money and our passports. when my father got out, my younger sister wanted to get out as well but we pulled her in. then more men who looked like terrorists came as my dad didn't want to give them anything. so the wierd thing was, those men were speaking in GERMAN! LIKE WHAT THE HELL LAH! and my dad understood them and so did the rest of us. like HELLO! i don't speak german. so yes, the car got sprayed with kerosene and before the lighter was thrown down, i FORCED myself to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think that i got a shock then i woke up because when i woke up, i felt like bloody tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always like that. even in my dreams i can't bear to see loved ones die. people might say:" it's only a dream" but still i force myself to wake up so that i don't have to see anyone die. probably i feel to scared to see what might happen. my,my jeanette, you're such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i should give up right? it's high time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115846187416901249?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115846187416901249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115846187416901249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115846187416901249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115846187416901249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/09/can.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34512586.post-115840644509533376</id><published>2006-09-16T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:03:18.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i decided to change my blog because i was os sick and tired of it. so yes i'll be blogging regularly now. so yeah. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed nmy phone the other day! so it's functioning. that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. everything's a bummer now. because life is getting so mundane. the exams are like round the corner and i haven't started anything. somebody slap me. not only that. i have been flunking my science and my progress report has more red marks than ever nefore. what the hell. it's high time that i should start studying. really. CCA break has made great way for it. and i really should make use of it before i really get into a whole lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's ending in like a month and a half's time. hawaii and the concert is drawing near. year 2006 is ending. ugh. which reminds me i have 2 weeks of mugging. 2 freaking short weeks. i am so going to study. starting monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should not be sitting here doing this. i am like suppossed to be at the trombone society concert now. but i didn't... sadness. hai. i really should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. till then.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause obviously, she's out of my league&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but how can i when she keeps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dragging me in and i, know i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;never will be good enough for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34512586-115840644509533376?l=algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/feeds/115840644509533376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34512586&amp;postID=115840644509533376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115840644509533376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34512586/posts/default/115840644509533376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algebraicdyslexia.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-i-decided-to-change-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07361601408604739350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
