<?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-27025274</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:00:12.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mylimitedhappydaysofschlife</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-8580903512439914703</id><published>2008-07-20T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:08:32.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g5sRQXBnwvc&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is so cool! Eleana and me can't wait to watch it! Lol, I love Edward. In the books anyway. Don't quite like this guy, though he acts rather well I think. Ah...25th december than come out here! Shit lah! 12th in the US leh! Damn. And &lt;em&gt;breaking dawn&lt;/em&gt; is coming! Yay!&lt;/p&gt;Vampires are cool. Well, the Cullens are anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-8580903512439914703?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8580903512439914703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=8580903512439914703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8580903512439914703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8580903512439914703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-so-cool-eleana-and-me-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-4837647678292228864</id><published>2008-07-08T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:04:58.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just did a personality test for fun and it was actually quite accurate! Especially about the quiet and reserved unless with close friends part. And a whole list of jobs came up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist&lt;br /&gt;Musician / Composer&lt;br /&gt;Designer&lt;br /&gt;Child Care / Early Childhood Development&lt;br /&gt;Social Worker / Counselor&lt;br /&gt;Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Psychologist&lt;br /&gt;Veterinarian&lt;br /&gt;Forest Ranger&lt;br /&gt;Pediatrician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! I see VETERINARIAN there. Yay! I wanna be a vet! Love animals! A pediatrician also not bad. But forest ranger? ER...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-4837647678292228864?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4837647678292228864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=4837647678292228864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/4837647678292228864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/4837647678292228864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-did-personality-test-for-fun-and.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-7150813582952226161</id><published>2008-05-31T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:10:31.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxIN79n4jVo&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG. If only I can sing like that. I CANNOT sing. Look at the high notes Mariah Carey hits. ZOMG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-7150813582952226161?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7150813582952226161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=7150813582952226161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7150813582952226161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7150813582952226161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-621658889608882586</id><published>2008-05-01T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:59:33.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mdm Sau!</title><content type='html'>3C celebrated Sau 老师's birthday on Wed. It was one day late lah. Her birthday was on Tues. But Kaili came to sch late on Tues, so we had to celebrate on Wed. It was quite fun and it was rather heartwarming. My last year class did not celebrate any teacher's birthday before. Anyway, she was pleasantly surprised. Sau 老师 said that we were the first people that gave her a cake. She received roses from her husband though. =) Lols, sweet enough I guess. Anyway, will kup some photos from Eliz soon. For now, this is 3C's first ever full class photo. It's from Nicholas. Thanks ah. Shall get photos of the buttery cake i ate soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/SBm9U8UHpyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/v8jxnB3O0GM/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195391812634126114" style="CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/SBm9U8UHpyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/v8jxnB3O0GM/s320/DSC00106.JPG" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot me. Lols, once you see Zixuan you would be able to see me. sorry for blurness though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-621658889608882586?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/621658889608882586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=621658889608882586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/621658889608882586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/621658889608882586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-mdm-sau.html' title='Happy Birthday Mdm Sau!'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_wzsy6msjUe4/SBm9U8UHpyI/AAAAAAAAAIM/v8jxnB3O0GM/s72-c/DSC00106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-5211962226105337526</id><published>2008-04-27T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:23:26.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went for Guitar club's concert with Theresa on Sat. I rushed to Bedok interchange after my tuition, which I felt was unnecessary later on because I was still earlier than Theresa. I met a mad man at the interchange who was singing very loud to himself. Which made me appraciate my 'normal' mind. We went to Raffles first to eat our dinner at Mos Burger, which is our tradition before every concert. And everything was peaceful before &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; appeared.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; We had a great shock. We were happily talking and eating and all of a sudden, Theresa went "OMG". I turned and I saw a guy with a green shirt and infront of him was &lt;em&gt;him. &lt;/em&gt;My eyes literally went bigger. I was seriously shocked and I told Theresa, "Let's get out of here." Then, &lt;em&gt;they &lt;/em&gt;decideded to sit beside us, probably because there was no other seats left ( I was too shocked to notice). We grabbed our bags and yes, we brisked walk out. &lt;em&gt;He &lt;/em&gt;definitely saw us because his head was turned towards us and &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;was staring as we stood up. It's been over half a year since I saw &lt;em&gt;him. &lt;/em&gt;Theresa was agitated that she didn't stare at that person longer. Poor A****la. She didn't get to see him. She should have come for the concert! Anyway, we were laughing so hard when we walked out of Mos Burger. It really has been too long I guess. We were both getting excited, and we were so engrossed that we forgot where the MRT was. -_- Yes retarded, but forgive us. There were more retarded things will happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, we managed to find the MRT at last, and we went to Clarke Quay. We were talking &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; all the way. When we reached Clarke Quay, we were trying to find the DBS auditorium. We walked past the river and it was really serene! I wanna go there again. Can go there emo also. Lols. Anyway, we were walking and walking and then we got really lost. And it was 7.30 already. Concert had started. We asked people and they didn't know where the DBS auditorium was. In the end, we took a taxi, whose driver was partially deaf I swear. We realised when we reached there that we mistook the auditorium for the arts centre. That's why we couldn't find the place. In the end, we had to go sit at the top because the bottom seats were all filled up. The guitar club was very nice! They gave all of us a lolipop each. Never have I gone to a concert like that before. It was just so audience friendly and it had a very friendly atmosphere, unlike all the other concerts, which are all just very formal. Anyway, I was very happy to be able to sit since the flats were actually killing my feet. We made it in time to listen to the song &lt;em&gt;HARUYO KOI. &lt;/em&gt;It was quite nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were sitting beside westwood sec, and they were freaking noisy lah. I remembered half way throught the concert one of the graduated seniors who came back to watch said very loudly, "Shut up lah!" Lols, funny. Yes, SHUT UP. Noisy people. The concert was really awesome! The best concert I've been to this year so far. It was not boring because they played familiar tunes. Even if it were tunes we didn't know the names of, it was still familiar. Saw &lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;going backstage during intermission with a big grin on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My favourite song was tico tico by Valerie and Xin Ying. Damn nice lah their duet. Xin Ying was playing the melodic line and Valerie the accompaniment I think. Xin Ying was really good! Her fingers were moving really fast. Yes, I love ensembles more than the whole ochestra or band coming together. Canon was nice too. Later on during the concert, there was this singing part, where Xiao You, Jocelyn, Jing Wen and Roy sang. The best singer was Jing Wen I think. Her voice was really good. Joycelyn also. She sang in Jap, which was really impressive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice nice concert! I am definitely going again next year! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-5211962226105337526?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5211962226105337526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=5211962226105337526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5211962226105337526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5211962226105337526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/went-for-guitar-clubs-concert-with.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-4369762802088190598</id><published>2008-04-21T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:47:12.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My chem test should be tomorrow. I don't seem to care a bit even if I will pass or fail. I just skimmed through the notes and didn't even commit them to memory. I feel my drive to study is fading away at an extreme rate. I seem to have lots of homework left undone. I need to rush for them and also for upcoming tests. My bio test is on Thurs, and I haven't started anything at all. I am not listening during lessons. Instead, I'm falling asleep. I seriously don't know why I'm so tired. I should force myself to sit at my desk tomorrow, since I'll be home quite early. I MUST NOT WASTE TIME! I think I should bring some food into class tomorrow. Eating keeps me awake. I hope tomorrow would not be a warm day, it just makes 3C sleeps. I should seriously start askng Joyce to pinch me awake whenever I sleep. Help me!! I will fail if I continue like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-4369762802088190598?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4369762802088190598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=4369762802088190598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/4369762802088190598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/4369762802088190598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-chem-test-should-be-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-47337753204576491</id><published>2008-04-02T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:42:52.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thief!</title><content type='html'>Thief on the lose people. Be careful. Do NOT leave your valuables in class. This one's rather good. He/She was still able to eat Joanna's apple in the process of stealing. More about this exciting incident tmr. I have to rush compre and maths assignment now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-47337753204576491?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/47337753204576491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=47337753204576491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/47337753204576491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/47337753204576491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/thief.html' title='Thief!'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3760999625691957545</id><published>2008-03-30T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:37:53.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't done my maths assignment or my violence thingy and I'm sure Mdm Ilyana is so going to deduct marks. DIE. I have to go and rush it all now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realised that what one senior said before was true. As we go up to upper sec, people do get faker. Just in a space of a few months. I don't know why they become like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something disgusting happened to Binbin yesterday. But happening to her, it was quite funny. Shall not say it. You might lose your appetite. Lunch time alreay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr Ng laughed until his eyes watered. He was in a happy mood yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He said yesterday that we played like an almost professional band for Poema. Yes. Grade 8. The hardest song is the best played song. Am rather happy. We sounded like shit a few practices before but now it's quite good. The  "Play musically and not technically" thing really works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jiayou band. 6 more days to concert. Can't wait. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-3760999625691957545?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3760999625691957545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3760999625691957545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3760999625691957545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3760999625691957545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/lots-of-stuff.html' title='Lots of stuff'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3274475454376908293</id><published>2008-03-28T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:22:10.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's sports day was fantastic! I think we did pretty well. Especially for the 'C' division boys. Deon is PRO. Our 'B' division boys were not that very good, but the 'C' division were good. The girls were as usual, pros. Especially Tan Shi Ying. ZOMG. She runs like the wind. She has got great talent man! She can overtake everyone and become first from the last. She's the best teammate to have for relays I think. Anyway, Chung Cheng ( Jung Cheng, teacher's pronounciation error) was better than last year. They kept falling on top of each other last year. -_- Temasek boys were pro as usual, and Ngee Ann was really bad. Some of them ran at the speed in which Eleana and me run for 2.4km. It's pathetic and it's really slow, seeing that I failed. The jumpers were good. Chih siong was pro and there were two girls who were really funny. They were doing the high jump and whenever they managed to pass the height, they would run towards each other and hug each other, which sends me into fits of laughter. They were good jumpers though. This would be Tan Shi Ying's last year runing in this sports event and I guess we will miss her. She is the one who always takes home gold for her individual events and the one that saves Dunman High from becoming last. The school should give her a best runner award or something, for winning so many medals for the school. She is just too pro man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, today's sports day triggered off my running fever. I used to run during primary school mah. Which was donkey years ago. Anyway, I used to sprint and I was quite pro lor. I was picked to run for nationals and inter-school events. But, for some reason, I wasn't interested at that time. I just ran for the sake of pleasure during those inter-house events. Now I regret not joining my pri sch track team. See lah, now so fat, don't have stamina at all. But my stamina has never been good lah. I remembered I once took over this stupid girl who backed out last minute for the 800m race when I was pri 4. I didn't train for it and I wanted to stop halfway when runnning lah. Anyway, I came 3rd. Now leh? Sure last de. -_- I am so going to go running which yijun during hols. she go train, I go for fun. Then I can sprint with her for fun also. =) But sure lose de. She tracker leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, go Dunman High!!! We are the best today! Though we didn't come in first, but second, we did our best! As for the cheering competition, we were very loud lor. Judges bias man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-3274475454376908293?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3274475454376908293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3274475454376908293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3274475454376908293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3274475454376908293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/sports-day.html' title='Sports Day'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-2602259243891018424</id><published>2008-03-21T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:22:21.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our dear Yijun kept pestering me to go with her to Eastpoint Mall yesterday to kill time. She was pestering me all the way from Ghim Moh hawker centre. Anyway, I sgreed to go with her in the end and we went to the pet shop there first. There was this white dog who wanted to chase her and she freaked out. It was on the lose you see. And then another dog who was behind a gate was trying to jump out. And she RAN out of the shop. It was very funny. I could have stayed the whole day and looked at all those dogs. Two white terriers caught our attention. They were very obedient and cute! And we also saw two dogs biting each other. It was quite scary. anyway, I love dogs! I want a golden retriever!&lt;/div&gt;&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/_wzsy6msjUe4/R-M3rkMulFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iL8OBRZdE48/s1600-h/goldenretrieverpuppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180045217997165650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R-M3rkMulFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iL8OBRZdE48/s200/goldenretrieverpuppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute. It seems to be smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-2602259243891018424?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2602259243891018424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=2602259243891018424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2602259243891018424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2602259243891018424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-dear-yijun-kept-pestering-me-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_wzsy6msjUe4/R-M3rkMulFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iL8OBRZdE48/s72-c/goldenretrieverpuppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-1538782137472041314</id><published>2008-03-21T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:08:10.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My specs just broke yesterday! I am so sad right now. It's not even one year. And it was a birthday present from my mum last year. My mum was angry that it broke and we went to some neighbourhood shop to get another specs. And I could only buy a frame that suited this lenses. FREAK. Means a limited offer of specs, and I ended up with some stupid specs. I feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my maths was quite ok I think. I could have gotten 30/35! But due to some careless mistake, I only gotten 22! Freak lah. My 4a was wrong, so naturally, my other sub questions were wrong. I knew how to do the questions! I got all the method marks only! I copied the answers for coordinates x and y wrongly. &lt;s&gt;Fuck&lt;/s&gt;. Yesterday sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-1538782137472041314?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1538782137472041314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=1538782137472041314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/1538782137472041314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/1538782137472041314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-specs-just-broke-yesterday-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3006982655264278829</id><published>2008-03-17T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:26:12.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr Ng was quite funny during band today.He came into 1F to help out with my section, and he was all smiles and he announced that he knew how to help my section play louder. Guess what? He gave us size 3.5 reeds. I almost choked playing with it!! Due to some reason, I am still using size 2.5 reed to play, and I sounded damn thin. I think all of the altos sounded damn thin. Acoording to Mr Ng, it is because we sound thin, that's why we are very soft. We have outgrown our reeds lah. Anyway, jumping one reed size is really hard. I still can't reach the low C with this reed. How am I to play Saga????? But I like my tone now. It's so much fuller. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he tried Sheena's instrument. The place was very quiet until he blowed through the instrument. It gave Ching Ee and me a shock. He blows REALLY loud. REALLY. And the last funny thing he did was that when he was going out of the classroom, he banged against the door and somewhat tripped a bit. I was trying to control my laughter. Funny Mr Ng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-3006982655264278829?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3006982655264278829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3006982655264278829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3006982655264278829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3006982655264278829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/mr-ng-was-quite-funny-during-band-today.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-2480372630706816499</id><published>2008-03-16T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:31:04.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! I found this guitar playing the saxophone part of Queen. It's not very obvious. You can hear it from 00:27. Nice playing. I want to learn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pZ9jrBg4Lwc&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-2480372630706816499?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2480372630706816499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=2480372630706816499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2480372630706816499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2480372630706816499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg-i-found-this-guitar-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-7519768356641615116</id><published>2008-03-16T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:21:22.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found Isabel's imeem! It has a few of our band's songs! You should go listen to it. I think Samurai was rather well played. Weh they had to shout "Hai!" at the end of the song you practically could hear only girl's voices. Which means there are a lot of girls. I heard it and I wanted to laugh lah. Do-Enka Express is very nice!! The saxes really rocked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://luvisabel.imeem.com/playlist/IN6odZuI/dhssb_music_playlist/"&gt;http://luvisabel.imeem.com/playlist/IN6odZuI/dhssb_music_playlist/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-7519768356641615116?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7519768356641615116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=7519768356641615116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7519768356641615116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7519768356641615116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-found-isabels-imeem-it-has-few-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3748666020262124353</id><published>2008-03-16T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:14:40.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was supposed to be doing my holiday homework, but when I saw my music file I just went to turn on the computer and listen to Poema and Saga. My file was opened in front of me and I was practically fingering everything I have. Correction. Is Open. I am still listening to Poema. Maybe I should just listen to it a hundred times to get the rhythm in my head. Concert is so near and I am very scared. Saga and Bass Clarinet Concerto is almost ok. It's just Poema that is freaking me out. If I can accomplish that I'll be super happy. GRADE 8! I used to dislike the Bass Clarinet Concerto but I think it is quite easy now. Have to play soft for that and I am a pro at playing soft. Mr Ng will tell you that. Definitely. I have always liked Saga. It's very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like playing The Queen Symphony again. I wanna play it like last year. With Faith, Cuimeng, Samantha and Rachel and the rest of the section '07. Last year's concert was so cool. I felt so relaxed, and not like now. Like a cat on hot bricks. I think The Queen Symphony will be the song I like the most. Due to it's sentimental value. It was my first concert and blah blah blah. Hope we can play it again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 more days to Rhythm 22. Jiayou people. We shall rock the stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-3748666020262124353?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3748666020262124353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3748666020262124353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3748666020262124353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3748666020262124353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-supposed-to-be-doing-my-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-5063629954025382605</id><published>2008-03-08T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:32:11.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many things, so little time</title><content type='html'>My bio test was really bad, and I almost failed. Oh well. You can never expect anthing good from me, except the occasional As, which are slowly disappearing. My math test was rather horrible. I couldn't do 1 question which was 5 marks, and the last question, according to some people(I didn't count), was 17 marks. FREAK. Don't do that and your pass grades will fly. My chem test was 13. Pretty ok. But I realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is 50% useless. The things we learn such as cooridinate gometry and surds are not going to help us in the future unless I intend to be a maths teacher or mathematician. !!!!! Which will so not happen. Who wants to be a mathematician?! I will rather die! I want my pediatrician! But I don't see that coming with my horrible bio grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hols are fully booked I think. March holidays are never holidays. WE have to go out every single day and mind you, it's not for leisure. It's for project work. Like &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt;. Look at my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mon: Film project??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tue: Chinese project??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wed: Band Camp &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thurs: Band Camp &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fri: Band Camp &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat: Band &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sun: Leap years with Theresa???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Add in the homework and your need for extra time. I don't have to sleep. I'm probably under stress right now because I keep eating a lot these few days.&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;Time to lose weight. And A LOT of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-5063629954025382605?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5063629954025382605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=5063629954025382605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5063629954025382605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5063629954025382605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-many-things-so-little-time.html' title='Too many things, so little time'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-2859357015562260136</id><published>2008-02-29T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T21:40:48.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just found out that co people respect us band people a lot. Some co person said that. But I don't know if that person has already graduated. However, he/she said that co people respect us because we manage to learn our instrument without a tutor like them. And we manage to do sectional practice without having a tutor also. I've also just realised that we do all that by ourselves. Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-2859357015562260136?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2859357015562260136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=2859357015562260136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2859357015562260136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2859357015562260136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/respected.html' title='Respected'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-7542870949156153365</id><published>2008-02-28T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:40:36.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTEMPTED SUICIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have just attempted suicide. I have picked the maths viva. And my maths is seriously not good. What happens if I encounter a question I don't know? I would seriously fail the whole viva. Picking maths viva us just as good as attempting suicide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would only know if the attempted suicide is a success or failure later on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-7542870949156153365?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7542870949156153365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=7542870949156153365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7542870949156153365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7542870949156153365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/attempted-suicide.html' title='ATTEMPTED SUICIDE'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-5069881490166279393</id><published>2008-02-28T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:36:09.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HECK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I have flunked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my bio test. I don't even want to think about it. I was stuck at so many questions and I skipped many questions. Yeah I finished the test, but I would be really elated if I could just be able to scrape through. I think I give up trying to score well for all my tests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chem test would only be given back next week. Like WTF, I seriously don't care if I do well for my tests anymore. I AM REVERTING BACK TO MY OLD SELF PEOPLE. The lazy and 'heck care' person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I was born with a high iq and I would be able to absorb every lesson with ease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WISH.WISH.WISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-5069881490166279393?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5069881490166279393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=5069881490166279393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5069881490166279393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5069881490166279393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/heck.html' title='HECK'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-7277548734068758988</id><published>2008-02-26T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:12:12.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>Stress is getting to all of us. Year sixes are mugging. Really mugging. I saw some of them studying yesterday after I had been released from band. It was already 6 plus I think. Year 5s are mugging too. You see them in the canteen doing work everyday. I am mugging. Like Wow. I got so stressed up just now over some maths question I couldn't solve even after half hour of killing my brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is that my way of relieving stress is using the computer. I should be studying bio or maths, but instead, I am watching Sweeney Todd. I feel like crying now when I think of all those undone work. I MUST and HAVE TO sleep at 12 today. I must study bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-7277548734068758988?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7277548734068758988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=7277548734068758988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7277548734068758988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7277548734068758988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-449105482201660356</id><published>2008-02-24T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:10:52.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>My baby cousin is so cute!! He is 3 years old and today he told me that he wishes to be a lion dance dancer when he grows up. And he wants to play the cymbols too. He is totally memerised by the lion dance. Unlike me. I used to run away from them. I was frightened by the lions. -_- They looked so scary and the head was like so big lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about dreams, I realised that I don't really have one. It's quite scary. I'm already going to be 15 but I don't know what my dreams were. My most absurb dream was when I was 10. I watched this drama about doctors and I wanted to be a doctor and save EVERY child that came to me. Which is impossible of course. I wanted to work in the hospital and people would surely die there. It didn't occur to me till after awhile. My funniest one was to be a guitarist or drummer in a band. DON'T ask why. And i still haven't learn how to play either instruments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-449105482201660356?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/449105482201660356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=449105482201660356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/449105482201660356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/449105482201660356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-4879310000164475550</id><published>2008-02-24T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:04:15.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overseas fever</title><content type='html'>I just realised that I'm going to go overseas 3 times this year. Like wow. First to Malaysia, then to Brisbane, and then to Malaysia again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-4879310000164475550?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4879310000164475550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=4879310000164475550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/4879310000164475550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/4879310000164475550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/overseas-fever.html' title='Overseas fever'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-6996843330852035583</id><published>2008-02-19T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T19:19:52.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Labour</title><content type='html'>I think child labour is a very saddening thing. All those children are unable to have a happy childhood. Instead of staying at home and having people care for them, they have to go and work under the hot sun. Countries such as Ethopia and Iraq have the worst child labour. Some children even have to carry bricks and rocks that are too heavy for them. People should put an end to child labour. It just feels like slavery.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7q6tPpRxKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5ICUp6oNW9g/s1600-h/2006-10-11-india-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168648808817607842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7q6tPpRxKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5ICUp6oNW9g/s320/2006-10-11-india-child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7q6tfpRxLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DSUZKP-hpQY/s1600-h/ChildLaborUNICEF05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168648813112575154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7q6tfpRxLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DSUZKP-hpQY/s320/ChildLaborUNICEF05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7q6tvpRxMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-lzUh9ZvWG8/s1600-h/childlabour1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168648817407542466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7q6tvpRxMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-lzUh9ZvWG8/s320/childlabour1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7q6t_pRxNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UmB9tJY1nys/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168648821702509778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7q6t_pRxNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UmB9tJY1nys/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-6996843330852035583?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6996843330852035583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=6996843330852035583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6996843330852035583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6996843330852035583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/child-labour.html' title='Child Labour'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7q6tPpRxKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5ICUp6oNW9g/s72-c/2006-10-11-india-child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-543764609117352461</id><published>2008-02-18T21:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:59:01.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>Found out some interesting things today. First, Mdm Illyana's husband actually helped my class to argue for a test's answer, and in the end, Mdm Illyana gave us the marks for that!&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was that Wan Ting actually have 2 younger brothers! I thought she was the only child all along! It shocked me! It just doesn't suit her. Another thing is that Xinwei has the same bag as ahem. Which is not nice, cos I think ahem and me don't like each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is the state our band is in. I managed to find Poema. And our standard is damn behind this!! Scary!!! Die!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.imeem.com/RPC0Mk5V/music/GqVhJMSF/franco_cesarini_poema_alpestre/"&gt;http://groups.imeem.com/RPC0Mk5V/music/GqVhJMSF/franco_cesarini_poema_alpestre/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The french horn solos are quite nice actually. The oboe's also. And saxophones are supposed to be very loud in this. Which spells MAJOR TROUBLE. Hear all the running notes! Headache. And for saxophones, this is equivilant to a grade 8 piece. Ahem, I am so not a grade 8 player.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-543764609117352461?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/543764609117352461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=543764609117352461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/543764609117352461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/543764609117352461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-6978470573451286739</id><published>2008-02-14T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:51:26.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt; day everyone! Thank you to all those people who gave me stuff like chocolates and especially Vanessa and Elizabeth. My angel and my mortal. =) Thanks for the bear and the handphone holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a romantic song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/exsPxbaFOXk&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-6978470573451286739?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6978470573451286739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=6978470573451286739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6978470573451286739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6978470573451286739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-821341196912147828</id><published>2008-02-13T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:20:32.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fergie or no?</title><content type='html'>I heard some people from AHS on the bus having a discussion about whether Black Eyed Peas are nicer now with Fergie in it or last time, without her. As far as I heard, before I had to get off the bus, more people like it with Fergie in it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I think the group is so much more well-known and doing so much better with her in it now. And it's kind of special. I mean, lots of bands are either totally guys, or totally girls. How often do you see a group that has guys and girls in it? And they used to be fully hip-hop right? And they weren't selling well. Now that they've changed to pop + hip-hop, it's doing great. Plus, her voice is good. So my verdict?? FERGIE RULES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7LSOPpRxHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wHkkH5wGpxY/s1600-h/0603_black_eyed_peas_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166422864707044466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7LSOPpRxHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wHkkH5wGpxY/s320/0603_black_eyed_peas_c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7LSOfpRxII/AAAAAAAAAHU/BKJTP7keZZ8/s1600-h/BEP1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166422869002011778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7LSOfpRxII/AAAAAAAAAHU/BKJTP7keZZ8/s320/BEP1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7LSOfpRxJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sqpAwBtgrM4/s1600-h/black-eyed-peas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166422869002011794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7LSOfpRxJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sqpAwBtgrM4/s320/black-eyed-peas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-821341196912147828?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/821341196912147828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=821341196912147828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/821341196912147828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/821341196912147828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/fergie-or-no.html' title='Fergie or no?'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7LSOPpRxHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wHkkH5wGpxY/s72-c/0603_black_eyed_peas_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-5829583775489539459</id><published>2008-02-13T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:52:29.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's chinese test was a horror. I am certain that if I don't fail, I would just get a borderline pass. The comprehension was like a torture to people that are weak in chinese like me. I read it 3 times and I was still a bit clueless about it. Anyway, the only thing that cheered me up today was that Hanying lent me &lt;em&gt;MARSHMALLOWS FOR BREAKFAST.&lt;/em&gt; I've wanted to read it since last year already. At last! thanks Hanying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7LLm_pRxGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BqDkrd_W63c/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166415593327412322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7LLm_pRxGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BqDkrd_W63c/s320/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-5829583775489539459?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5829583775489539459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=5829583775489539459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5829583775489539459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5829583775489539459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/todays-chinese-test-was-horror.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_wzsy6msjUe4/R7LLm_pRxGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BqDkrd_W63c/s72-c/DSC00252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-6814658652226019455</id><published>2008-02-13T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:15:55.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trumpet and Saxophone player!!</title><content type='html'>My bro finally got to know what he'll be playing in his band. The trumpet. Lols, it's totally different from my instrument, and the only thing I'll be able to teach him would be how to read his notes. But actually I still know a little more them him right now, cos I learnt how to play the trombone before. Just for 3 months anyway.I just warned him that the brass instrument is quite difficult, and that the trumpet is quite hard as it only has 3 keys. Anyway, my family now has a saxophonist and a trumpeter! Woosh! From no musicians to 2 musicians! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-6814658652226019455?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6814658652226019455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=6814658652226019455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6814658652226019455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6814658652226019455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/trumpet-and-saxophone-player.html' title='Trumpet and Saxophone player!!'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-5238449562128094434</id><published>2008-02-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:51:55.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY</title><content type='html'>CNY is 1hr 12mins away! I can't wait! I can't wait to wear my new blouse! Lols. I think I am influenced by Yijun. She was practically jumping with excitement. It was very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR AND HAVE A GREAT YEAR AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-5238449562128094434?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5238449562128094434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=5238449562128094434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5238449562128094434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5238449562128094434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-8445844938745242918</id><published>2008-02-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:42:51.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSED</title><content type='html'>ZOMG. Maths common test is on Mon. And what's with the teachers? The test is only 30mins long! How are we suppose to think? Why can't they make the test longer? It'll be a great help to all the year 3s. It'll be better rather than seeing some people in tears after the test just because they couldn't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to add to my stress is the concert. OMG. What if we can't make it?! I'm really afraid. We are all in a mess. Except while playing Saga Maligna. =) I like that song. Bass Clarinet Concerto is quite ok. It's the Poema Aplestre that's freaking me out. All that rhythm and running notes!! I AM NOT A FAN OF CHROMATIC RUNNING NOTES. My fingers can't coordinate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-8445844938745242918?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8445844938745242918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=8445844938745242918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8445844938745242918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8445844938745242918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/stressed.html' title='STRESSED'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-1312474990358152099</id><published>2008-02-01T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:28:37.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SMUOg7BebKE&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG. Look at all that gold!! Imagine if you sold all that gold! $$$$$$$$$$ I seriously need $ now. I owe Jamela money. -_- And it's just Feb. I'm already in &lt;s&gt;debt&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I LOVE this song. I think Gwen Stefani's just so cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-1312474990358152099?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1312474990358152099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=1312474990358152099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/1312474990358152099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/1312474990358152099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-7746066010903927352</id><published>2008-01-29T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:37:56.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/raNcj8i65Ag&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omg. This is so sweet. How many people's friendship can overcome this? Usually friends break because of relationships. I totally agree with this MV. Friends should stand by each other. Ahh, I feel so happy after watching this. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-7746066010903927352?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7746066010903927352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=7746066010903927352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7746066010903927352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7746066010903927352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/friendship.html' title='FRIENDSHIP'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-1036242125121907973</id><published>2008-01-29T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:16:13.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a very funny day in school. =) During chem, Mr Tan was trying to remember Kaili's name. So he screwed up his face and tried to remember. And then it suddenly hit him. "Oh! You are Kaili right?" ....... "You know how I remember your name? You know the singer Kylie Minogue?" ZOMG! I was laughing so hard my stomach ached!! Mr Tan is so cute! Tender Loving Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during breaks between classes, Kaili was talking to the class about some stuff, when he suddenly threw a pencil at Eliz to get her attention. Guess what? I GOT HIT. Damn funny can! I was laughing instead of being in pain. It was just so ridiculous lah. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was goofing around on the internet when I saw this MV. It is quite touching to me. It's Black Eyed Pea's &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;WHERE IS THE LOVE.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; There's something about the KKK ( Ku Klux Klan) in there. Miss Michelle Yeo was talking to us about it in the lecture while we were watching &lt;em&gt;THE BIRTH OF A NATION&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJV9EMkv0u4&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so sad that all over the world there are so many bad things going on. Wars, terrorism, porverty, riots and all those. It's even more depressing when it happens in a really poor country. The citizens there already have enough on their minds, and surely don't need terrorism and stuff like that to stress them up somemore. And sometimes, when some poorer countries face problems, some richer countries just take it as an inconsequential matter and don't bother helping them. Where is the love and world peace poeple like to talk about?? And the worst one is discrimination. I mean, even though everyone is not exactly equal, but we are not exactly lacking in any sense right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-1036242125121907973?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1036242125121907973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=1036242125121907973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/1036242125121907973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/1036242125121907973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-was-very-funny-day-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-5591666547065966305</id><published>2008-01-23T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:13:21.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplished</title><content type='html'>My chinese group, consisting of Joyce, Eliz, Nicholas, Vincent and me surprisingly did very well for our chinese presentation.We got the highest in class!! 23/30! High lah! Even though we stoned there for quite long not knowing what to do. Let's jia you and get higher marks! Lols, I love 3Crunch-Crunch and my group!! =) One of the nicest class I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so accomplished. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-5591666547065966305?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5591666547065966305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=5591666547065966305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5591666547065966305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5591666547065966305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/accomplished.html' title='Accomplished'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3473871432110006684</id><published>2008-01-23T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:02:32.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valerie came back today! It was so good to see her again! School just seemed weird without her around. Even though we aren't close or something, but it's just her missing presence that seemed weird. Anyway, she came back today to celebrate Gillian's belated birthday. We were supposed to celebrate it earlier, but Val was admitted to the hospital and the gathering was cancelled. Besides, Gillian, Tongwei, Charlene, Valerie, Sara, Denise, Theresa and me, Shikai, Yongjing and Zongyi also turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one part that was really funny. Yongjing practically smashed Zongyi's face with cake. Actually, he was meaning to smash Gillian's face with it, but he changed his mind instead. Anyway, Val said she saw &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; a few times. Theresa and me realised that yes, we miss her. And the fact that she enters our mind when we are bored during lessons are quite terrifying, now that I think of it. But if she gives me a hostile look everytime we meet outside once in a blue moon,I would rather not see her actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is in such a state of confusion right now. Probably it's the stress of indoor test. Val said that VJ guys(senior high section) were really good looking. Above average anyway. Cool. If any despo people get into that school, yipee for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like reading twilight and then going to sleep. But obviously I can't do that. My dear dear chem project is still untouched. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-3473871432110006684?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3473871432110006684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3473871432110006684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3473871432110006684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3473871432110006684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/valerie-came-back-today-it-was-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-7552087641246696231</id><published>2008-01-14T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:00:33.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During a certain period during a certain time, this particular teacher said something like this. "Nevermind if you don't understand. Bring the ws home and try to understand." Er..WTH??!! I can't stand this teacher and neither can the class. I wished I never met this teacher. Sorry, but I just wished I never had. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-7552087641246696231?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7552087641246696231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=7552087641246696231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7552087641246696231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7552087641246696231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/during-certain-period-during-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-8278540797963872169</id><published>2008-01-08T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:17:12.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>School has officially started for me. I was busy during the first day with the cca concert for the year 1s and also with the cca exhibition. so I did not go for classes at all. Not that i minded, but I really wanted to see how Mdm Illyana was like. My seniors all told me that she is a very nice teacher. So here's my list of teachers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LA: Mdm Illyana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Higher Chinese: Mdm Sau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maths: Mr Kwek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bio: Mdm Loh (?? Correct spelling??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chem: Mr Tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;History: Mrs Tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PE: Mr Yap! ( again )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The teachers I have this year are rather nice I guess. Anyway, it should be a very fun year. My class is quite ok and I've made friends with some people. I'm rather slow I guess, cos I quite reserved. Lols. Anyway, only 2nd day of school and I already have hw!!! Arghh! And I don't know how to do somemore. Hope I study hard and do well this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-8278540797963872169?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8278540797963872169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=8278540797963872169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8278540797963872169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8278540797963872169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-1549639744418139721</id><published>2007-11-29T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:35:23.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEWORK</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, I have done all my homework except the jian bao. Seriously, I hate doing it. Just finding the article on the internet already bores me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-1549639744418139721?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1549639744418139721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=1549639744418139721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/1549639744418139721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/1549639744418139721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/homework.html' title='HOMEWORK'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3886618534113149354</id><published>2007-11-29T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:33:12.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SP</title><content type='html'>Today I went for sectional practice with the other saxes. We went to Tse Shuen's?? ( sorry, don't know how to spell) condo the function room there to practice. Lolzie, he's a really nice junior. He is quite helpful and he's rather kwai lah. He's father also very nice. He bought chicken rice for all of us and he refused to take our money. Hahas, but we saxes are nice people, so we'll think of a way to slip the $ to Tse Shuen. I was just thinking, if only the world was filled with more people that are kind and nice and helpful, how happy would everyone be everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practice, Jesmine, Junhao, Huibin and me went up to Tse Shuen's house to do the invitation cards for the sec 4s. The cards we made we ranked according to the senior we liked most to the senior we dislike the most. The one that we put the most effort into was ******'s one. Actually, not very obvious lah, all of the cards about the same, but if you look closely.... Anyway, we almost redid that senior's card. Just because it looked a teeny bit ugly at one part. But we decided that the 2nd one we did was not as nice as the 1st. Lame right? We wasted paper. Global warming alert!! Anyway, that senior's really nice, so that senior deserves the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming and I feel like going to Orchard. Anyone wanna go with me?? =) And I have this sudden urge to rollerblade non-stop and also to go cycling. Perhaps I'm too bored at home already. I wanna go cycling! And rollerblading. Anyone nice enough to buy me a pair of skates? My cousins' one don't fit me anymore. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-3886618534113149354?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3886618534113149354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3886618534113149354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3886618534113149354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3886618534113149354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/sp.html' title='SP'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3183693841376669468</id><published>2007-11-09T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T16:03:25.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELIEVED</title><content type='html'>I am so happy! I got into the subject combination I wanted! Yay! My 2008 class would be....3C. Which means in 2009, I would be in 4C. *wow* Guess what? Theresa got into 3H. Which means...4H. Er..pardon me for saying this. Sure you remembered our sec 1 year. She was in 4C and he was in 4H. Now, we got into their classes. Like WOW? Can life get any weirder? Anyway, I would be in the same class as Eliz. Cool huh? Partners who get into the same class. =) Looking forward to next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-3183693841376669468?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3183693841376669468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3183693841376669468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3183693841376669468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3183693841376669468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/relieved.html' title='RELIEVED'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-8655678560451040162</id><published>2007-11-09T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T15:58:22.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHALET</title><content type='html'>I am going to blog about the chalet at last. The chalet was rather fun on the first day, but then it got a bit boring on the second day, due to the fact that I didn't bring my swimming costume and I could only watch while the other girls were playing in the pool for hours. We all wanted to go cycling but it was so expensive lah! $10 per hr?? Daylight robbery!! Anyway, on the last night, the girls and guys had a teeny little quarrel about the sleeping arrangements, but it turned out fine in the end. The guys slept in the hall while the girls had the room. Anyway, the class video we watched was great and brought back a lot of memories. All of us changed so much since sec 1! So kudos to Sherlyn for making such a nice video. And to Valerie, I'll miss you very much. You've been a nice person to sit infront of. Don't get stressed out so fast over little things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQH01thurI/AAAAAAAAADc/6R8l09Lz7VU/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130734479834462898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQH01thurI/AAAAAAAAADc/6R8l09Lz7VU/s200/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The scenery outside the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQH2FthusI/AAAAAAAAADk/jslWbFBJFuo/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130734501309299394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQH2FthusI/AAAAAAAAADk/jslWbFBJFuo/s200/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The chalet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQH21thutI/AAAAAAAAADs/qGVzySnHovA/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130734514194201298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQH21thutI/AAAAAAAAADs/qGVzySnHovA/s200/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The "twins". Or so they call themselves. Check out 'xiao angel's' hairstyle. Very cute right?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQH3VthuuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Rbp4iSl1Hio/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130734522784135906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQH3VthuuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Rbp4iSl1Hio/s200/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The er..obscene pose. Lols!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQH31thuvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RpJJ2LZ0AbQ/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130734531374070514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQH31thuvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RpJJ2LZ0AbQ/s200/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The game of truth and dare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQJkFthuwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S0ebk6d5RMQ/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130736391094909698" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQJkFthuwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/S0ebk6d5RMQ/s200/DSC00182.JPG" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what happens to Valerie and Gillian?? after a game of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQJklthuxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1dBJk8p9Ey4/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130736399684844306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQJklthuxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1dBJk8p9Ey4/s200/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQJk1thuyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZzsbGzBF_X4/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130736403979811618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQJk1thuyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZzsbGzBF_X4/s200/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and random girl Tongwei! "Let's make our profit grow!" Lolzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQJlFthuzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xLUaJjr4bq8/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130736408274778930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQJlFthuzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xLUaJjr4bq8/s200/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clarissa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQJllthu0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/vbbUSgRfKPc/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130736416864713538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQJllthu0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/vbbUSgRfKPc/s200/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Angela. And I don't know what the hell she's doing!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQLClthu1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/qlViUczKeVA/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130738014592547666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQLClthu1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/qlViUczKeVA/s200/DSC00191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jingjie's cute bear!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQLDFthu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/uzqCWvtomRA/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130738023182482274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQLDFthu2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/uzqCWvtomRA/s200/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQLD1thu3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/i8D9ryVOxEE/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130738036067384178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQLD1thu3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/i8D9ryVOxEE/s200/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So cute! And it's really soft.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQLEVthu4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/O3V2vMc0WK4/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130738044657318786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQLEVthu4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/O3V2vMc0WK4/s200/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's an F if you take a closer look at the red blocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQLE1thu5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/61I0gaacxBI/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130738053247253394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQLE1thu5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/61I0gaacxBI/s200/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early in the morning mahjong session.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQM2Vthu6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/54y1IDw1_kc/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130740003162405794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQM2Vthu6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/54y1IDw1_kc/s200/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sherlyn. This was taken by Angela. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQM3Fthu7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/6Sj7epwR6gk/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130740016047307698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQM3Fthu7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/6Sj7epwR6gk/s200/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Angela and me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQM3lthu8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/h-kaUa64tv4/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130740024637242306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQM3lthu8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/h-kaUa64tv4/s200/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She took it herself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQM5Vthu9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GBhVvOVoyTA/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130740054702013394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQM5Vthu9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GBhVvOVoyTA/s200/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again. She loves herself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQM5lthu-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/jaAWD1hW0Is/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130740058996980706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQM5lthu-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/jaAWD1hW0Is/s200/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Angela and me again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQPEFthu_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0I9o2f6Dsmg/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130742438408862706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQPEFthu_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/0I9o2f6Dsmg/s200/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our dear Angela again. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQPGlthvAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vqlpfEc6904/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130742481358535682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQPGlthvAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vqlpfEc6904/s200/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eliz. We'll be in the same class next year! And of course, it was taken by Angela.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQPHFthvBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hSHRoCYCgF4/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130742489948470290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQPHFthvBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hSHRoCYCgF4/s200/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eunice. Also Angela's doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQPHVthvCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VMVU0Mnt7vo/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130742494243437602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQPHVthvCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VMVU0Mnt7vo/s200/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blurred photograph. Oops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQPH1thvDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HrMbXCPR0BE/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130742502833372210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQPH1thvDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HrMbXCPR0BE/s200/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANGELA! Taken by her again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQRRlthvEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/73liH4KCvrg/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130744869360352322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQRRlthvEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/73liH4KCvrg/s200/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Angela and Eunice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQRS1thvFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hgxv1mCL32E/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130744890835188818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQRS1thvFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hgxv1mCL32E/s200/DSC00215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So fun right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQRUVthvGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3GF-KZ_Uk1M/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130744916604992610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQRUVthvGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3GF-KZ_Uk1M/s200/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Er..she was trying to do a superwoman pose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQRVVthvHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lGuAxbq3WvY/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130744933784861810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQRVVthvHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lGuAxbq3WvY/s200/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Angela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-8655678560451040162?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8655678560451040162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=8655678560451040162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8655678560451040162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8655678560451040162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/chalet.html' title='CHALET'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_wzsy6msjUe4/RzQH01thurI/AAAAAAAAADc/6R8l09Lz7VU/s72-c/DSC00179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-5798984698639225335</id><published>2007-10-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:33:57.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVO</title><content type='html'>Went to Vivo with Theresa today to buy some gifts for some people in the class. Then I also had to buy some writing paper to write messages to fahrians on. The outing was quite fun, seeing the fact that I had not been to anywhere except home and band. Band is becoming my 2nd life. The horrors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was planning to wear jeans, and then it rained really heavily, so I decided to wear my bermudas. But I love wearing my jeans, so I was standing beside the iron board for around 5 mins, wondering what I was going to wear. I decided to wear the bermudas in the end cos Theresa and me decided to wade through the little pool that children play in at Vivo. =) It was fun! I love water. And the water was really warm considering the fact that Vivo used the air con like there is no tomorrow. We waded through the water and I saw many cute little children playing happily. And I was once again reminded of the fact that being a child was really great. No worries, all play, innocence... I want to be a small girl again! At least I don't have to worry about CCA, grades, money...blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the highlight of the whole outing was not this. It was about the food we ate. Guess how many calories Theresa and me put on today? I got a feeling that even sleeping for 72hr wouldn't work. I feel embarrassed already. I think I shall not say how much we ate. But take it this way. Running 2.4km would not help very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet tmr! And 1 week 3 days to posting results?! Help! ;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-5798984698639225335?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5798984698639225335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=5798984698639225335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5798984698639225335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5798984698639225335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/vivo.html' title='VIVO'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-5082523698852180446</id><published>2007-10-29T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:48:15.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAND AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Today I had band. I went to Pasir Ris very early in the morning to wait for Yvonne and Jiaxin. We went to school earlier because Yvonne had to hand in her option form. Then, halfway through, Yvonne realised she hasn't signed her form. -_- So, she called her Mum and decided to travel back to Tampines to get her mum to sign the form. So Jiaxin and me decided to go to IMM Jurong to kill time as we were not following Yvonne back. And the stupid place was so boring, we spent only about 20 mins there. Later then we met Yvonne at Buona Vista and went to Ghim Moh to eat. I had chicken rice. Yum. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's band was rather fun. The seniors were back and the songs we played were ok. So, for the first time for full band in a few weeks, I felt totally peaceful. I wasn't anxious and nervous. I felt pretty happy when I was playing. Alright, the seniors will leave soon again, but still, I shall treasure their presence now. Which makes me realise that people always take others for granted. Only when that person have to leave or is gone, then do we start to regret not cherishing them. Why are human beings always like that?? And my dear dear instrument is helplessly FLAT. I can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one stupid thing happened today. I was wearing a really old pair of socks, and then it was really big and lose. And i was rubbing my feet against the carpet because I was really cold. The next thing I knew, the socks were halfway down my feet. So embarrassing man! And then I smiled to myself over this stupid thing. Luckily, I think no one saw. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was walking to the MRT station, a big big flock of birds circled around Jiaxin, Yvonne, Liwen and me. There must be more than 50 birds! They were all green. It looked very nice to be able to see them up close but most of the time I was wondering if they would shit on me. Heng no one was so unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet in 2 days time. I can't wait! I love 2F! Oh.. and the streaming result is in about 1 week few days time?! Hopefully I can get into my subject combi!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-5082523698852180446?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5082523698852180446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=5082523698852180446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5082523698852180446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5082523698852180446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/band-again.html' title='BAND AGAIN'/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-6036878591215102875</id><published>2007-10-28T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:15:50.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dear dear computer has finally been fixed! I am so happy. I'm going to post about 2F soon.... I'm just thinking about the post cos I really want to blog about all I feel about 2F, and yep, it's going to be a really long long post. And I am so dreading band prac tomorrow. I should be slacking, not playing!! But anyways, at least I get to go to Sentosa on Sun to play for the public. =) Yay! I luv Sentosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-6036878591215102875?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6036878591215102875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=6036878591215102875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6036878591215102875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6036878591215102875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-dear-dear-computer-has-finally-been.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-2688679048966648580</id><published>2007-06-22T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T15:30:39.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lols! I am happy right now due to the fact that Ghost Whisperer is returning tonight!!!! Yay! Must watch!!! 10pm on channel 5. Lols, do I sound like an  advertiser? And I am half way thru my hong lou meng!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-2688679048966648580?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2688679048966648580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=2688679048966648580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2688679048966648580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2688679048966648580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/lols-i-am-happy-right-now-due-to-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-9117022324533743782</id><published>2007-06-11T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:30:00.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/Rm1JakZiriI/AAAAAAAAADE/X2tevZCA1Ts/s1600-h/RYTHM%2B21!!%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/Rm1JakZiriI/AAAAAAAAADE/X2tevZCA1Ts/s400/RYTHM%2B21!!%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074793075912650274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saxophone section!!!! We rock man!!! WOOSH! &lt;br /&gt;From left to right:&lt;br /&gt;1st row: Rachel and Emily!&lt;br /&gt;2nd row: Faith, Samantha, Jesmine and me!!!&lt;br /&gt;3rd row: Sherwin, Jun Hao, Hong Wen, Cui Meng and Zhai Rui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/Rm1KDkZirjI/AAAAAAAAADM/JX0fztbeivs/s1600-h/cm+n+me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/Rm1KDkZirjI/AAAAAAAAADM/JX0fztbeivs/s400/cm+n+me1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074793780287286834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols!! Cool right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/Rm1NQEZirkI/AAAAAAAAADU/F2LJ3juNpXw/s1600-h/cm+n+me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/Rm1NQEZirkI/AAAAAAAAADU/F2LJ3juNpXw/s400/cm+n+me2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074797293570534978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow man. I look stupid. And Cui Meng looks blur. Lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-9117022324533743782?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9117022324533743782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=9117022324533743782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/9117022324533743782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/9117022324533743782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/saxophone-section-we-rock-man-woosh.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_wzsy6msjUe4/Rm1JakZiriI/AAAAAAAAADE/X2tevZCA1Ts/s72-c/RYTHM%2B21!!%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-6041062883648591509</id><published>2007-06-10T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T19:54:05.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ow man. I didn't blog for don't know how long le lah! Anyway, I just wanna blog about some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SUCKED like hell lah!!! I hate the ending so much, I was feeling rather depressed when I came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;out of the cinema. I hate stupid endings. Why must Elizabeth have a son? Why must Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;be with Will. Will is boring with a capital B. Ok lor, he looks nice, but he's such a flat character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lols, I am applying LA here. Shit, talk about LA. I haven't hand up the letter which was due on Friday. I am damn stressed out by band that I didn't even touch my hw at all. Not that I care. I love band!!!!! I love love band!!! I hated band last year but suddenly, I felt this sense of belonging in the band. I rather prac than do hw lah. Saxes rock yea???? Talking about band,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;RHYTHM XXI WAS A TOTAL SUCCESS MAN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;WOOSH. Damn cool lah!!!!!! So fun to play for concert!!! Though I did get a bit lost.... I was also stage fright lah!! I sat so close to the audience, my hands were shaking. But we rocked the stage man!!!! We played to an almost full house, or was it full house? Anyway, dam happy!!! It was my 1st rhythm lah. So rather excited. But I hate STOCKINGS and COURTSHOES!!! My feet had blisters lah!!!! I also got rhythm presents for Faith and Cuimeng cos it's their last rhythm and they play 2nd alto, like me. And they helped me a lot a lot. Especially Faith. So I wanna say thanks to Faith here. Anyway, I got a cookie monster toy for Cuimeng, and a necklace wth 2 musical notes on it for Faith. I guess Cuimeng must have liked the toy, cos he kept holding it. And got something funny happen lah. I was in the crapmed room that saxes shared with french horns and trumpets, when Faith came in. Then she jokingly told me I very bad, give cuimeng big present than never give her anything. Then I told her I got buy, just haven't give. Then she happy. Wah lao, I wanted to laugh lah. Next day she sent me an sms to tell me thanks for the present and er some other things which I don't feel like saying here. PRIVATE ok. I wanna say thanks to Theresa, Angela, Sherlyn and Tzyy Shuan for your presents!!! And Angela, I hoped who saw what you wanted to see. Oh yah, also must thank Emily, Samantha, Faith and Cuimeng for your cards and presents. Oh yah, and Jun Hao was supposed to give me, except that he left his bag in school. Lols! Saxes also took photos. I am trying to get photos, I think must ask Cuimeng. I think the photos damn nice!!! =) Oh, did you all see Mr Ng?? I was laughing so hard when I saw him with his bow tie and tail coat. OMG, he so cute can!!! This is the 1st time I see him like that, so sorry that I couldn't control myself. Mr Ng rocks man!!!! Though he scolds us sometimes, he always try to control himself. He is like the best conductor ever.  Next rhythm, it will be me and Rachel leading. So jia yous!!! We sure can de!!! Our seniors have faith in us, so we must jia you!!!!! If we sec 3 play solo, I tell you we damn pro!! Anyway, I don't understand the supposed-to-be-sec 3 altos. I find them kinda selfish that they didn't think of us. They just quitted like that. Leave us with no sec 3s. so Rachel and me have to work extra hard to play like sec 3s when we are sec 2s. U noe, Rachel and me wanted to go to VJ, and I wanted to quit band earlier this year. But when we thought of leaving each other alone and the sec 1s alone, we felt bad. So we didn't do it. Why couldn't they be like that? But I'm lucky I didn't quit. I LOVE band now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-6041062883648591509?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6041062883648591509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=6041062883648591509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6041062883648591509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6041062883648591509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/ow-man.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-2022181008493073888</id><published>2007-05-23T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:37:22.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today PE was fuuny lah. I think Hang Yin is the only person that can tolerate me!!! =) I was re-running my 2.4. Yes! Re-running! I failed. I have really got NO stamina. Hang Yin was my lap counter. Anyway, I ran 4 rounds without stopping, then I wanted to die already, so I ran 1/4 of the 5th round, then I stopped. Hang Yin didn't see at 1st, but when she saw, she yelled at me to continue. Then when I was running my last round, I really felt lke dying. So once I passed Hang Yin, I stopped. She chased me and I started running. It was like 16 mins + le. So I ran faster. Then, I stopped again. For around 10 sec. Then the last 200m, I cheong. Like mad. Around 60m there, Hang Yin said left 20 sec then I fail. ( Her fail is 18 mins, not 18:20 mins.) So I pushed myself, and suddenly, I was shocked at how fast I ran. The guys playing soccer were like "Eh girl you run fast!" Like I still got so much energy inside me leh. Anyway, I smiled then cheong towards finish line. 18:02. WOOSH! Ms Tan was so happy she shook my hand and gave me a hi 5. Lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps i hope you change, or i might just leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-2022181008493073888?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2022181008493073888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=2022181008493073888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2022181008493073888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2022181008493073888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-pe-was-fuuny-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3232637097683057935</id><published>2007-05-23T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:36:20.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. It's already like don't know what time, and I still haven't do finish my chinese project. And I haven't started on geog, and science. Oh no. How I wish life was like sec 1. So carefree and happy. Sometimes, only after you take it for granted then you treasure it. It's sad but it's the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s i feel that we are drifting further apart, and i think it's you, not me. you suddenly become so hard to talk to. and you don't..... *sighs* watever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-3232637097683057935?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3232637097683057935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3232637097683057935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3232637097683057935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3232637097683057935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-2635843115427797182</id><published>2007-04-20T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:25:21.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PetrAmq9fcw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA WATCH. OPEN FASTER!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-2635843115427797182?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2635843115427797182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=2635843115427797182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2635843115427797182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2635843115427797182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wanna-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-683080716262749623</id><published>2007-04-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:57:39.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Have Been Born Under:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatyearshouldyouhavebeenbornunderquiz/horse.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a ton of energy - and need plenty of room to roam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to follow your whims, and it's hard for you to stick to one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specific jobs, loves, and friends are always changing and never a part of your life for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very intuitive, you tend to know what people are thinking before they say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with a Dog or Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyearshouldyouhavebeenbornunderquiz/"&gt;What Year Should You Have Been Born Under?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I would be 17 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/hell.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloth: 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrath: 40%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride: 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluttony: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust: 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell: 29%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will die with your hand down your underwear, watching Star Trek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Boyish Sexy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexygirlareyouquiz/boyish-sexy.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the kind of girl who gets along with all the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's holding your own in a game of touch football...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or kicking some major butt while playing Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hang with the guys easily, while still keeping your girly sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexygirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Sexy Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 67% Feminist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouafeministquiz/feminist-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are certainly a feminist - whether you know it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe in gender equality, at least most of the time. You also believe there are a few exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouafeministquiz/"&gt;Are You a Feminist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-683080716262749623?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/683080716262749623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=683080716262749623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/683080716262749623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/683080716262749623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-should-have-been-born-under-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3497180333702833651</id><published>2007-04-14T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:03:25.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love sports day. Totally. The DHS girls are so good in running. Got this relay thing, and then  we were last, and the last runner ran and made us 2nd like that!! And Sean was very good in running leh. The boys always last de, and he manages to make them 3rd or something. Relay lah. But our cheering sucks. I think we are losing the Dunmanian spirit. Suck lah. Can't people cheer. Sec 1s especially. What's wrong with opening their mouths??? My jnr tell me tt her class, 1A don't even wanna open their mouths lah. Shit 1A. I think we lost at he cheering competition thing. Anyway, we were good in the running part. And VERY good at the high jump, long jump, discus... blah blah blah. Jin Xiun got 1st for high jump leh!! Good!!! Dno if we won overall, cos I had to go to the shuttle bus half-way. Another thing. We have 3 more years b4 we get the shade back!! *sniff* And I know why CCHS don't like DHS and vice versa. Cos both of our school keep competing with each other. Like 4th is CCHS, 3rd is DHS, 2nd CCHS, and 1st...DHS lah!!! Yay! Got one event is like that. And yah, the Tan Shi Ying is the best runner I have seen so far! I don't know if got somemore, but I only realised she runs damn damn fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps. i just got darker. cos of the damn hot sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-3497180333702833651?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3497180333702833651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3497180333702833651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3497180333702833651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3497180333702833651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-sports-day.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-8427769818749008019</id><published>2007-04-14T12:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:47:46.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think everyone is a bit bisexual. I shall blog more about this the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-8427769818749008019?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8427769818749008019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=8427769818749008019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8427769818749008019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8427769818749008019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-everyone-is-bit-bisexual.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-788057016643213029</id><published>2007-04-14T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:46:58.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in Fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/fall.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent, introspective, and quite expressive at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate the changes in color, climate, and mood that fall brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're carving wacky pumpkins or taking long drives, autumn is a favorite time of year for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 55% Grown Up, 45% Kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/mature-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've grown up a good bit, but you still have a way to go before you're emotionally mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the skills to control your emotions, you just have to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/"&gt;How Emotionally Mature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Fun Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/fun-friend.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who keeps your group laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've always got an idea for something fun to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party's not complete without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wouldn't miss it for the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 52% Angry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howangryareyouquiz/angry-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you are not an angry person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're easily frustrated and enraged. You have one heck of a temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of your anger, you tend to feel resentful and even spiteful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know how to quell your anger. You just need to do it more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howangryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Angry Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are: 40% Dog, 60% Cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/animal-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and cats have a lot in common. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're both smart and in charge - with a good amount of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you do have a very playful side that occasionally comes out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/"&gt;Are You More Cat or Dog?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- I don't like cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Communicate Like a Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoucommunicatelikeamanorawomanquiz/man.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you communicate, you like to get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not afraid to say what's on your mind - and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about your emotions drains you. You rather keep them to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer solving problems to wallowing in your sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoucommunicatelikeamanorawomanquiz/"&gt;Do You Communicate Like a Man or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An ISFP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, you enjoy bueaty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really!! I wanna be a pediatrician!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Favorite Color Green Says About You:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/green.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balanced --- Relaxed --- Flexible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassionate --- Philosophical --- Humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyal --- Inventive --- Unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourfavoritecolorsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Favorite Color Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 30% Bitchy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/bitchy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty sweet person, and you're definitely not prone to bitchy outbursts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, though, you can't help thinking mean thoughts about people. But at least you don't act on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Bitchy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-788057016643213029?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/788057016643213029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=788057016643213029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/788057016643213029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/788057016643213029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-belong-in-fall-intelligent.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3937868653703474837</id><published>2007-04-11T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:01:49.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I HAVEN'T DO MATHS!!! ARHHHHHH!!!! I HATE IT LAH!!!! SO MANY TO DO!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I SUDDENLY HATE MATHS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-3937868653703474837?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3937868653703474837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3937868653703474837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3937868653703474837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3937868653703474837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-havent-do-maths-arhhhhhh-i-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-2348105657177109643</id><published>2007-04-11T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:00:15.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that this "baby" activity the school has is very nice. Woah! 140 plus of us are born in April. To me is a bit less lah. But Tree say it's a lot le. 5 people are born on good friday. Which includes me!!! Cool!!! Arhh, but I didn't go up take prize. *sniff* My number not called. Anyway, April baby rocks!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s angela, you are scaring me with your frequent "helloooooo lishan!" thing. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-2348105657177109643?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2348105657177109643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=2348105657177109643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2348105657177109643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2348105657177109643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-that-this-baby-activity-school.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-2081276617038052610</id><published>2007-04-11T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:56:20.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eww. Eww. Eww. This tagboard does not fit all all. It is so damn ugly. But I am so lazy!! I am not going to change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-2081276617038052610?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2081276617038052610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=2081276617038052610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2081276617038052610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2081276617038052610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/eww.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-7863212147397031026</id><published>2007-04-08T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:21:56.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hate history. Haven't started on the assignment. Which is freaking dued tmr. Die die die. I suddenly feel stressed up. But hey, my chinese jian bao write more than 1000 words ok!! Lols!!! Achievement!!! Wanted to thank some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mum: Thanks for the bdae present, which is damn ex. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;To Faith: Thanks for wishing me happy bdae, when we are not so close. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;To Hang Yin and Tzyy Shuan: Thanks for the bdae wishes.&lt;br /&gt;To the producers and directors and actors and watever of prison break: Thanks for making the show so nice it adds colour to my boring dead life. ( this is stupid. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the thank yous at the top a bit late, but hey, I'm lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-7863212147397031026?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7863212147397031026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=7863212147397031026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7863212147397031026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7863212147397031026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hate-history.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-189126690707917133</id><published>2007-04-08T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:11:23.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love the cinderella story. Chad Michael Murray and Hilary Duff made the show so nice to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-189126690707917133?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/189126690707917133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=189126690707917133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/189126690707917133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/189126690707917133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-cinderella-story.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-8847845212994506053</id><published>2007-04-05T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:00:21.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your relationship is madly confusing. I don't get it. It makes my slow slow mind break. Why don't someone give in and tell the other that you like each other. Rather than being sad and depressed and fustrated and all, why not come clean. Especially when it's freaking obvious you 2 like each other. Like really like. Ok, LOVE. Come on people, it's just that simple step. And you can be happy. It looks weird if you are not with him and and he is not with you. Get it?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p.s You can ignore this stupid post. It's meant fot this particular person. Ok, this is a bit retard. But hey, I am a retard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-8847845212994506053?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8847845212994506053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=8847845212994506053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8847845212994506053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8847845212994506053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/your-relationship-is-madly-confusing.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3724654226400024224</id><published>2007-04-05T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T20:34:29.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to myself in 3h 37mins time!! LOLS!! I very happy!! Went to school today and received lots of presents. And and and, still got somemore on Monday. People like ANGELA who OWE me one, after the "nice nice" picture I gave her, have yet to give me one yet. Anyway, let me thank some people 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Theresa: Thanks for the drum sticks and the snowy thing. Very nice!! I love drums!!! Oh yah, eat more PAPAYAS!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jing: Thank you for the piggy bank. You motivate me to save $$$!! The panda very cute. Aiyah, you know I love animals! Especially DOGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Audrey: Thank you so muich for the chocs. Though I think when I'm in school, my bro would eat it up. He so evil. Thx for the koala bear and the watermelon toys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hang Yin: Thanks for the stationary. Hopes it gives me good luck and help me get good results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Tzyy Shuan: Thank you so much for the DOG!! So CUTEEEE!!! It's name is Sky. Cos it's blue and white. Like the sky. Plus the clouds lah. So soft. Thank you!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-3724654226400024224?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3724654226400024224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3724654226400024224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3724654226400024224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3724654226400024224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-to-myself-in-3h-37mins.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-2186168849856122763</id><published>2007-04-01T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:52:26.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly feel like blogging about band. About 2 juniors. One of them blew so hard she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;.. broke like 1/4 of the reed. Like -_-. The other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;''t answer Samantha when she asked her something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;girl(can't remember name. Think it's Sheena): (no reply)&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Can you say something?&lt;br /&gt;Sheena: (no reply)&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: Do you feel like fainting?&lt;br /&gt;Sheena: (nods head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. I was pushing the chairs and tables back, when Faith was in front of me. She looked at me and said hi. I said hi back, very surprised. Then she said, " I very long never say hi to you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;......" and broke off. Then she smiled at me.  And I felt a sudden urge to smile. And I felt a sudden burst of warmness flooding my cheeks. I love it during times like this. It makes me feel I belong. Faith is so nice. She the nicest senior there. =) She talks to me differently. Like more gently. For some reason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. She don't talk to Rachel or whoever like that. Only me. Like when she ask me if I know how to play this, she'll ask me damn gently. Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; being too paranoid. Or maybe she's just being concerned. Cos I' m quite blur as you all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cuimeng&lt;/span&gt; this, he will say this back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; can you say besides fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cuimeng&lt;/span&gt;: Oh. fuck you, what the fuck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY FUNNY!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-2186168849856122763?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2186168849856122763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=2186168849856122763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2186168849856122763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2186168849856122763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-suddenly-feel-like-blogging-about.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-912105067904865971</id><published>2007-04-01T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:32:47.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I can't believe this. Did anybody recently read the newspaper about the crazy Andy Lau fan? If you have, then you'll know what I'll be blogging about. If you don't, well... let me explain 1st. This crazy girl from China, loves Andy Lau for like 13 nong nong years. And she forced her parents to sell their house and even borrowed form loan sharks just to chase this man. Who is just a human being like us. Just that he can sing and act. And many people can do it to. Maybe he's 帅. But so? Many people are 帅 too. Ok, I'm getting out of point. Anyway, her family apparently went to HK to chase this man with her( Does her parents have sense??), and alas, they managed to see him. But he only spared this girl a few minutes to take some photos with her and she was crushed. Her dad, upon seeing his daughter suffer so much(yeah right.), decided that he couldn't take it anymore and went to drown himself. Like er..... He even wrote a 12 pg long letter, saying that his daughter was in this state cos of Andy Lau, and blamed him for losing their home and their poverty. And he wants him to spent some time with his daughter alone. Like who in the right state of mind would wanna go near her?! I understand this idol worship thing, but isn't this a bit too going overboard? Even now that her father is dead, she freaking still hangs around HK to see her idol. Like WTF? If I'm her dad, I'll never be able to rest in peace lah. Where got worship until like that??? &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;My dear girl. firstly, he's a normal human being like us. You should not waste your youth running after this man. (no offence to andy lau's fans. not that i think ppl in my class will like him.) Just go back to China, calm down, and if better, get a job and make your life a simple one. Your mum so old already still must stay with you on the streets. Very poor thing lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-912105067904865971?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/912105067904865971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=912105067904865971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/912105067904865971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/912105067904865971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-cant-believe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-1032245969811910459</id><published>2007-04-01T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:34:11.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this from Tree's blog. Damn cool lor!! LOLS! I am supposed to be born in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;September!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahaha!!! We have yuan man!! So you yuan!!! And hor...my bdae's coming this &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;. Good Friday!! So Holy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your True Birth Month Is September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruebirthmonthquiz/september.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thinking&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Secretive&lt;br /&gt;Systematic&lt;br /&gt;Understanding&lt;br /&gt;Good memory&lt;br /&gt;Calm and cool&lt;br /&gt;Does work well&lt;br /&gt;Likes to criticize&lt;br /&gt;Loves wide things&lt;br /&gt;Kind and sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;Hardly shows emotions&lt;br /&gt;Concerned and detailed&lt;br /&gt;Able to motivate oneself&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising&lt;br /&gt;Clever and knowledgeable&lt;br /&gt;Quiet but able to talk well&lt;br /&gt;Tends to bottle up feelings&lt;br /&gt;Loves to look for information&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy, loyal and honest&lt;br /&gt;Careful, cautious and organized&lt;br /&gt;Choosy especially in relationships&lt;br /&gt;Loves sports, leisure and traveling&lt;br /&gt;Must control oneself when criticizing&lt;br /&gt;Likes to point out people's mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruebirthmonthquiz/"&gt;What's" Your True Birth Month?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your True Birth Month Is February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruebirthmonthquiz/february.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sharp&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift&lt;br /&gt;Loves reality&lt;br /&gt;Loves freedom&lt;br /&gt;Temperamental&lt;br /&gt;Low self esteem&lt;br /&gt;Honest and loyal&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Daring and stubborn&lt;br /&gt;Changing personality&lt;br /&gt;Showing anger easily&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and clever&lt;br /&gt;Loves aggressiveness&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, shy and humble&lt;br /&gt;Learns to show emotions&lt;br /&gt;Rebellious when restricted&lt;br /&gt;Determined to reach goals&lt;br /&gt;Superstitious and ludicrous&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes unnecessary things&lt;br /&gt;Realizing dreams and hopes&lt;br /&gt;Too sensitive and easily hurt&lt;br /&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure&lt;br /&gt;Romantic on the inside not outside&lt;br /&gt;Loves making friends but rarely shows it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruebirthmonthquiz/"&gt;What's" Your True Birth Month?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my bro's! Lols!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-1032245969811910459?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1032245969811910459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=1032245969811910459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/1032245969811910459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/1032245969811910459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-got-this-from-trees-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-8657197556245714592</id><published>2007-03-27T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:25:08.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just feel that everything around me is stupid. The stupid channel 8 dramas, the stupid actors and actresses who care nothing about looks, looks and more looks. If it's not that, then it's shopping. It's so stupid, it's like their brain is filled with cotton wool and it is empty. I find chinese songs stupid and irritating. But surprisingly, I don't find school stupid. I think it fills up my time and make my brain work, so at least I don't have this empty type of feeling in me. Sighs... I don't know why I suddenly love to go to school to STUDY. See that? It's STUDY. Not friends or whatever. What has gotten into me? I guess it's just 1 of my long long mood swings.&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/27025274-8657197556245714592?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8657197556245714592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=8657197556245714592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8657197556245714592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8657197556245714592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-feel-that-everything-around-me.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-7897355967880614535</id><published>2007-03-23T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:43:57.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am totally disgusted by the slavery thing that I'm learning about now in &lt;em&gt;TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD.&lt;/em&gt; I thought it was a very boring book when I first read it, but now, the way Ms Aw (Au??) does her lessons, it is damn nice man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the poor African people did in order to get such treatment. The Southerners even treat animals better... Poor people man. These riot things lasted for god knows how long. About a century?? I hate the lynching part. How can the whites go and tie the African Americans up and hang them up and shoot them???!!! How??? And lots of whites would be there too. Like attending a carnival like that. I felt like saying fuck lah, when I saw all these. And when they had the equality law, the southerners still seperate them. Like at a eatery, they make the whites have the drinking fountain. A nice nice one. And the blacks have a rusty old one. Like WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blacks or whites or whatever, we are still HUMAN, and should be treated with respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-7897355967880614535?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7897355967880614535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=7897355967880614535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7897355967880614535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7897355967880614535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-totally-disgusted-b-slavery-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-6056068869035448963</id><published>2007-03-22T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:18:50.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I wanna go &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt;!! I really wanna go!! Eh, if I &lt;s&gt;can enter&lt;/s&gt;, which will make me cry( I will miss DHS &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alot!!&lt;/span&gt; And I will be too shocked that I entered.), we will be under the VIP programme. Lols!! VIP leh!! Very Important Person!! Yeah right. Victoria Integrated Programme more like it. Eh, fail year 1 and/or year 2 still can enter leh. But must be shortlisted and must pass the entrance exam or something like that. Hmmm..... Very interesting. That's where the "ah lian" girl went to. Smart man!! And another b-baller went in too. I saw her photo on the gallery. I think her name's Yu Han or something. Don't ask me how I know her, I just know her. Andre's sister went in too!! Anyway, with my results, and my cca... erm.. I think I only got 30% chance leh. But heck, who cares? I shall go try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;VJC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s Those interested, can go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.vjc.moe.edu.sg/vip/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.vjc.moe.edu.sg/vip/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. The school's really damn cool lah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-6056068869035448963?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6056068869035448963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=6056068869035448963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6056068869035448963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6056068869035448963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-wanna-go-vjc-i-really-wanna-go-eh-if.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-2112675816058421929</id><published>2007-03-18T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T16:58:42.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My current craze? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FALL OUT BOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the song &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-2112675816058421929?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2112675816058421929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=2112675816058421929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2112675816058421929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2112675816058421929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-current-craze-fall-out-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-4440482624695020880</id><published>2007-03-18T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T16:41:56.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oh no oh no. In just a few hours time, little Miss Lazy Pig has to go back to school. Haiz... sian leh. I wish my life can just revolve around slacking, and more slacking. But on 2nd thoughts, maybe not lah. Maths is enjoyable after all, BECAUSE of Mr Yeo. If not, I'll dislike maths lah. I only go to school for maths(even though I say I hate it sometimes) and friends. Theresa, people sitting around me... Gillian, Angela, Hang Yin, Sherlyn... blah blah blah. I have to bring my beloved saxophone to school back tomorrow. Now, should I take a bus, or walk to the MRT station? *thinks* *thinks* *thinks* I think I should walk. Exercise in the morning, and the air is cool anyway. Ok, Teo Li Shan is going to take a 20 min walk tomorrow! =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-4440482624695020880?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4440482624695020880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=4440482624695020880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/4440482624695020880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/4440482624695020880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-no-oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-7101683135114079950</id><published>2007-03-16T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:31:38.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RfqbZ0CkblI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zxAY6VgfddU/s1600-h/child-smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042513600563146322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RfqbZ0CkblI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zxAY6VgfddU/s320/child-smoking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Not much information about this, just knowing that the child in the picture above is only 3 years old and from China. If I were him, I’d rather save the money up for something else like clothes or food. To those people who feel bad when they saw teenagers smoking, how would they feel when they saw a 3 years old child smoking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from http://www.vincentchow.net/978/smoking-at-the-age-of-three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I am shocked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-7101683135114079950?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7101683135114079950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=7101683135114079950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7101683135114079950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7101683135114079950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-much-information-about-this-just.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_wzsy6msjUe4/RfqbZ0CkblI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zxAY6VgfddU/s72-c/child-smoking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-224126408165476175</id><published>2007-03-16T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:23:37.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't know what the &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; is happening. But when you dream about this person for 2 consecutive days, I feel that it is weird. No, I don't think of &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; at all, and &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; appears in my dreams? In the first dream, which is on Wed night, I dreamt that Theresa and me were eating at Ghim Moh market, and then &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;came. &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; sat down on the same table as us, and started to tell us about physics. &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; told us how difficult it was, and there in &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; new school, the teacher went so freaking fast that he covered 3/4 of the textbook le. Then, suddenly I spotted somebody, and I ran after that person. When I came back, &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;was gone. I started looking around the market for&lt;em&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;, but something told me that&lt;em&gt; she's&lt;/em&gt; never coming back. And guess what I did? I sat on the chair and cried. A lot. Tears just kept dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thurs night, I dreamt of &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; again. This time, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; just came next to me and told me that &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;is going to someplace called Queensland or something. And then, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; just disappeared. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-224126408165476175?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/224126408165476175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=224126408165476175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/224126408165476175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/224126408165476175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-really-dont-know-what-fuck-is.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-9147588141734189714</id><published>2007-03-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:55:26.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yah, I remembered posting about something saying that I would blog more about the 书呆子 thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We DUNMANIANS are definitely not not 书呆子 ok!! We are also students, and hence, we are also mischievous like any other student. Until now, we still have people running away from the discipline master. Like Kiat Shing. I don't know if this is true, but people told me that last year, Luo Han Yu spotted Kiat Shing with his long long hair. And guess what Kiat Shing did? He ran away!! You want &lt;em&gt;bengs &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;lians, &lt;/em&gt;we also have. We are also not students who study like mad lor. If you come to our school, there are lots of people who study last minute for the test. And well, most of us only study the day before, cursing when we come to school, saying that we do not have enough time. We are so not 书呆子. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck off&lt;/span&gt;, the people who say that we are. We are so not. We are a school of enthusiastic, happy and funny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DUNMANIANS ROCK MY WORLD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-9147588141734189714?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9147588141734189714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=9147588141734189714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/9147588141734189714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/9147588141734189714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-yah-i-remembered-posting-about.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-6676083899840717022</id><published>2007-03-15T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:15:31.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am so &lt;s&gt;fucking fucking&lt;/s&gt; pissed right now!!! Why is it that after about 1 freaking hour of searching, I can't find stories that show the features of rice, and the nutritional status of rice and best of all, the &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; scientific names of some types of rice?!! Doesn't anyone make a website about this stupid stuff?? Damn lah!! I need it for geog lah!!! This stupid rice album project SUCKS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big time.&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/27025274-6676083899840717022?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6676083899840717022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=6676083899840717022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6676083899840717022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6676083899840717022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-so-fucking-fucking-pissed-right.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-5149608193109404569</id><published>2007-03-15T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:10:09.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so damn HAPPY!!! WOOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;PRISONBREAK IS BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn happy man!! I love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WENTWORTH MILLER!! &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RfkapkCkbiI/AAAAAAAAACg/TV6ZQ2bGK38/s1600-h/wm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042090559169392162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RfkapkCkbiI/AAAAAAAAACg/TV6ZQ2bGK38/s320/wm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RfkbA0CkbjI/AAAAAAAAACo/S-mJpYAFnZU/s1600-h/wm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042090958601350706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RfkbA0CkbjI/AAAAAAAAACo/S-mJpYAFnZU/s200/wm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-5149608193109404569?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5149608193109404569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=5149608193109404569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5149608193109404569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5149608193109404569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-so-damn-happy-woosh-prisonbreak-is.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_wzsy6msjUe4/RfkapkCkbiI/AAAAAAAAACg/TV6ZQ2bGK38/s72-c/wm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-8250225828330407821</id><published>2007-03-12T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:57:31.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was going through the "more than words" book. Then inside got this person who wrote that people thought that people who are in our school are 书呆子. We are so not书呆子 lah. Like &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; these people lah. I dead tired now, so I shall blog more about this is my next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-8250225828330407821?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8250225828330407821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=8250225828330407821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8250225828330407821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8250225828330407821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-going-through-more-than-words.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-2910202363691459848</id><published>2007-03-12T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:51:43.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to cut my hair just now, and it is a great big&lt;strong&gt; KUKU&lt;/strong&gt; hairstyle I tell you!! It is very very short. As in VERY. I have not had hair this short before in my entire 13 years of life!!! Except baby time lah. Don't include that time. I merely asked her to cut my hair shorter a bit and to layer it more, and &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; lah. It turned out so ugly. Oh, but my hair grows very fast, so I'll expect it to grow a bit more before school reopens. =) Liddat it won't look so bad lah. Anybody got good hair saloon to advertise to me? I need to go there the next time. I can't afford another major bad haircut. People, tell me ah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-2910202363691459848?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2910202363691459848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=2910202363691459848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2910202363691459848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/2910202363691459848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-went-to-cut-my-hair-just-now-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-8707081888812776106</id><published>2007-03-10T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:10:15.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling quite sad now. I don't want school to reopen. I can't sit with Gillian anymore. Ms Tang will change everybody's places. *sighs* I really like to sit with Gillian!! Last time, we don't talk to each other at all. Until inter-class came, and we both had to play as defenders, so we had to work together and all. And then this year, Ms Tang decided to put us together. I think it's because I don't talk much, and don't socialise much. Now I keep talking and talking that teachers will always look to the back. =) I miss my spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teacher's table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sara and Shuhan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Theresa and Valerie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yong Jing and Charlene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hang Yin and Sherlyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Gillian and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Angela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanna talk, I'll talk to Gillian. If I wanna laugh, I'll turn to Angela. If I need help in schoolwork, Hang Yin is just infront! Nice nice place!! And Angela, Gillian and me are competing in who says "train" 1st when a  train passes by. I think Angela is winning. Cos she never listen during lessons!! =) Lols!! Just joking lah! I'll miss you people. I hope Ms Tang forgets and then don't need change places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-8707081888812776106?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8707081888812776106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=8707081888812776106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8707081888812776106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8707081888812776106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-feeling-quite-sad-now.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3296470294699927199</id><published>2007-03-10T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:18:06.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;People are so getting blurer. And I've got people to use examples as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THERESA &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; ANGELA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela still not so bad, but Tree!! Arhh!!! It's very funny!! All the things she did! =) Let's start with all the blur things Tree did. I kinda forget some. So pardon me if I didn't mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree keeps tripping over steps. For some reason. Even if it's only 3 steps, she will trip. And other retarded things such as smiling to herself, or worse, laughing. I think I kind of like the word retarded now. I am a BIG RETARD anyway. And there are lots lots more, but I don't know why I can't remember anything now. =( My memory is REALLY failing... And got this 花样少年少女 sms she send me. She send me as "hua yang shao nian shao mu"! 女变成木!!! I was laughing.  Then, during science test, we were supposed to write down the control for the experiment. There were maggots in the flask, and soda lime below them, in the flask also. The flask is completely sealed except for this tube with the drop of ink in it. So, Tree wrote, "Put caterpillars in the flask." LOLS!! Very funny!!!! And she also banged into the chair when we were in the canteen!! And during tuition, she was supposed to find the perimeter of the thing. Guess what our beloved Tree did? She times all four sides instead of adding. And then she kept laughing. LOLS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Angela. She asked me the most retarted question I heard so far this year.&lt;br /&gt;During maths class....( I think it went something like that...)&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Eh? How come like that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;Angela: How come there are * number of people going for a trip. Then 5 people decided not to go. And everyone has to pay $30 more. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because got lesser people share the cost what!!"&lt;br /&gt;Angela: (blinks) OH!!! Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like -_- lah!!! Wake up people!! And wake up my dear dear memory!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-3296470294699927199?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3296470294699927199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3296470294699927199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3296470294699927199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3296470294699927199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/people-are-so-getting-blurer.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-5163464300781118867</id><published>2007-03-09T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T21:24:05.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OMG. I have not go on the computer for 6 days!! Pro man!! I feel that I have achieved something big!! Usually, after 2 days of not using the computer, I will start to feel tempted. Hahas. Anyway, it was because of the freaking tests, that's why no time. Here's what happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was basically quite slack. Except that I was pretty much excited about going for band. So as to meet my juniors!! But after meeting them, sorry to say this, but I wish I didn't have them as my juniors. I don't wanna be mean or anything, but they really have a great big ATIITUDE PROBLEM. Especailly the BARITONE girl. Surprised that b-tone has a girl playing it? Sucks lah, she go break the tradition(as said by Yvonne) of having guys. Anyway, she did something no one has ever did b4. She &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; shouted her name out to us when Samatha merely asked her to repeat her name. And Zhai Rui, who was sitting next to her, closed his ears. I was damn shocked at her attitude lah. She's one of the AP juniors I have. Jesmine told me that she also started mumbling to herself. Something like "very sian." Very sian don't learn lah! The other junior who has AP is the alto de, singaporean. She even looks AP. Ok, let's not go into details. But the other 2....still can lah. I think Kah Hun's(???? dno spell) sis too gentle le. But she and the China girl quite cute I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, go home and do the stupid jian bao. But I did it properly, cos I'm a bit worried now. My marks are just at the borderline. I'm so freaked out lah. Oh yah, my maths test got damn low. Only 26 for it. Blehs. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I went home to memorise the 歇后语 for the test the next day. Then, in the middle of it, I felt sleepy, so I &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; started to jump long jump. And, guess what? My poor poor legs are hurting damn badly. I jumped a total of 7 times. NON-STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I had 3 test!! I was rushing here and there lah, to find time to revise somemore. Geog, LA and the chinese. Chinese, I'll be very happy if I pass. For geog, I'm not very confident too, but Tree saw my answers and said they were ok. For LA... To Hell with it. Who cares??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was nice!!! We had no band!! Woosh!! But we had to bring home instruments. And when I reached Tampines, I decided to WALK home. Which was a wrong wrong choice as I was already very very tired. The saxophone suddenly become so heavy. And the normally 20 mins walk home bacame 30 mins. Pai Seh. We also went to the cold storage to do our LSP thingy. We came in 5th out of 6 teams. Like -_- lah. But it was fun. And today was Mr Low's last day. Even though I don't know him, I felt like crying. Gen started to tear, and then I felt the tears coming. I was like "oh no oh no." Heng I managed to control myself. Is it emotional changes or what ah?&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;I didn't use to be emotional. I mature quite slowly mentally leh I think. People in my class started liking guys last year. But erm me.... I not even interested in liking someone in tt way you know. Teo Li Shan, you very slow lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh....so happy hols are here!! At least can wake up later. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-5163464300781118867?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5163464300781118867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=5163464300781118867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5163464300781118867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5163464300781118867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-1757882954231845316</id><published>2007-03-04T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:48:02.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I went for the CO concert yesterday. I think it was quite nice lah. It got a little boring at the end, cos I was tired and my spine was starting to hurt. AGAIN. I had this problem ever since I was very small. The end of my spine always hurts whenever I sit down for too long. I don't know how I am going to pull through the long long concerts I need to perform the next time. Can you imagine?! Sitting with the saxophone? My poor poor spine man. Anyway, Back to concert. Tree and me were sitting in the middle of the MIDDLE ROW. There were ppl on both sides, so we couldn't get out when they wanted to encore. Last year's string's concert, we were sitting way at the back, So nobody. That's when we slipped out when they wanted to encore. Actually, we saw ppl go out, So we followed also lor. =)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I wanna know why when &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ZHENG CHAO JI&lt;/span&gt; came out on stage, Ppl clap SOSOSOSOSO much. He very nice meh. According to my CO frens, they don't like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the songs they play, I only knew the&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; mo li hua&lt;/span&gt; . Cos I remebered hearing it b4 when I was very small. And I realised that in chineses music, the instruments trail more. The way they trail is damn pro lah. I don't think my fingers can move so fast lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL CO MEMBERS: JIA YOU FOR SYF! YAO WEI XIAO ZHEN GUANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-1757882954231845316?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1757882954231845316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=1757882954231845316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/1757882954231845316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/1757882954231845316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-went-for-co-concert-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3644011021206003441</id><published>2007-03-01T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T20:45:37.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ZHENG LAO SHI DON'T LIKE ME IS IT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today when she wanted to cancel off the people's names off that stupid computer screen thingy, she&lt;strong&gt; COMPLETELY&lt;/strong&gt;  ignored mine. Then she told Theresa that she just needed to answer a bit more than her name would be of too. Then me leh? I answered about 3 times, and Tree only said 1 time lah. And got 1 time I raised my hand for damn long, then Angela raised, and she immediately agknowledged Angela. Like &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE F lah!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't dare used the f word cos according to people, teachers are reading.&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/27025274-3644011021206003441?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3644011021206003441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3644011021206003441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3644011021206003441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3644011021206003441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/03/zheng-lao-shi-dont-like-me-is-it-today.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-437563601764038955</id><published>2007-02-24T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:44:27.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is blogger having some kind of prob or is it my old old lao ah peh computer's fault??!! When I come to this posting side, my top bar is all gone. so I can't change the colur of my words and upload pics. Like WTF. I'm really pissed today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-437563601764038955?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/437563601764038955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=437563601764038955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/437563601764038955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/437563601764038955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-blogger-having-some-kind-of-prob-or.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-7358512212660365525</id><published>2007-02-24T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:26:25.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so effing effing pissed off right now!! I am so unlucky in my own house!! I just played black jack with my whole big big family, and I lost $2!! That money was suppose to be used to buy the book I always wanted. WTF lah!! In my auntie's house, I made $16 leh!! Wah lao!!! ARHH!!!!!!!!! =( My beloved book.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-7358512212660365525?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7358512212660365525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=7358512212660365525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7358512212660365525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7358512212660365525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-so-effing-effing-pissed-off-right.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3302785436267678466</id><published>2007-02-24T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T13:12:46.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Angela's birthday!! I gave her the present, and she was a bit crazy. When she was going to go for recess, she asked if she should bring it along with her, in case someone steals it. Like no ones wants to Angela, it's very ugly!! I purposely got an ugly de somemore. Had band yesterday, and just when Yvonne, Brenda and me were slacking, in came Mrs Wong. I think she told Chun Bok and Ying Qing leh, that's why Chun Bok came and asked us to go into his classroom. Yah, so that he can keep an eye on us. And worse still, I don't have score, so I was playing the flutes' one. Like WTH. I just asked Hongwen, and he said the score is in our part cupboard le. YES!! I very HAPPY!!! Thanks to whoever(is it Cuimeng?) who helped me photocopy it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our band marching video was NOT accepted by the MOE. Effing F them lah. They say they couln't see the tuba and not enough drums. But we used the small tuba and we got use drums what!! I think they want to see the bass drum in the vid too, but it's so heavy, and percussion have a lot of girls leh!! How to carry?? The guys are quite small size too. Very scary leh. Last time cos RGS vid not accepted, they couldn't enter SYF. OMG. Pray that when we re-do it, they'll accept. Pray hard. And hope for the best. Jiayou band!! We can do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-3302785436267678466?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3302785436267678466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3302785436267678466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3302785436267678466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3302785436267678466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-was-angelas-birthday-i-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-8030306740877405912</id><published>2007-02-22T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:14:24.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/Rd2WUVjdvsI/AAAAAAAAACE/6mK9-PlIYP0/s1600-h/Sandy7.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034345234597527234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/Rd2WUVjdvsI/AAAAAAAAACE/6mK9-PlIYP0/s400/Sandy7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this picture carefully. It is a squirrel. But to our beloved angela, it is a bear. She asked Sherlyn what was the name of the bear with the fish tank around her head.(i think tt's what she asked.) Everyone was like -_- when Sherlyn told them. And we were all laffing. Angela, open your eyes!! And here's wishing you an advance happy birthday!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-8030306740877405912?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8030306740877405912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=8030306740877405912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8030306740877405912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/8030306740877405912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/take-look-at-this-picture-carefully.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_wzsy6msjUe4/Rd2WUVjdvsI/AAAAAAAAACE/6mK9-PlIYP0/s72-c/Sandy7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-819434931694236696</id><published>2007-02-22T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T20:53:53.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I was like a total zombie in school today. I think Ms Tan is shocked by my behaviour. Science rep not listening in class?! Can't really blame me. I'm sitting infront of our beloved Angela, who is very contagious. When she talks, I feel like talking too. And so, we will talk. And we will both get it from the teacher. Worse still, when she asked me if I was listening, I didn't know when she was askingme. Then she asked me again, this time with my name, and I just blur blur stare at her. Like DIAO! -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I was just damn blur in school. And I was in a daze most of the time in class. Hope I get better next wk. All the test and all, and I still so blur in class. Arhh!! Help!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-819434931694236696?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/819434931694236696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=819434931694236696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/819434931694236696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/819434931694236696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-like-total-zombie-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-7603566438312563234</id><published>2007-02-19T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:41:04.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bloody bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't know how to do maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wanna go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wanna go back to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Snapping at people for little reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hope I stop this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I wanna SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-7603566438312563234?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7603566438312563234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=7603566438312563234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7603566438312563234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/7603566438312563234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/bloody-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-6297970193789662407</id><published>2007-02-18T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:33:30.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I just came back from my grandma's house. Whew! Damn tiring I tell you. I was being pushed here and there for people to see. Especially those kiasu kiasu aunties and uncles I've not met for a year. And now that I've cut my hair short, they are getting more excited.-_- They were like, "Lishan, why become so dark?" "Lishan, you've grown." "Lishan, how's your marks? Nvr fail right?" Best of all is, "Lishan, your school that clara very smart right? Get so high! Next time you take your exam must be like her ah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Excuse me?! 1st of all, I am born dark. I am not white like a ghost. The reason why I became darker is cos of the Xplore and Xtreme, which I like very much thank you. And I don't put heaps of suntan lotion when I go out in the sun, which is about everyday. Maybe when I'm 15 or 16 then I'll start to get self-conscious. But not now!-_- Well, growing. I've only grown about 1-2 cm last year till now. I was 153cm at the starting of last year, and I'm 155cm now. That is GROWN? And I just recently failed my beloved maths test, so don't agitate me. Don't think go gd school then won't fail. I'm one of the stupidest there. And so, Clara. She's just a senior in school. I know nothing about her. So please please aunties and uncles, stop attacking me with questions about her. I do not know more about her than you do. And she's a smart person and I'm not, so don't ask me to be like her. I'll never be able to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If I sound rude, I apologise. But I really can't stand the people from my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;father's side. Still, mum's side the best!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-6297970193789662407?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6297970193789662407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=6297970193789662407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6297970193789662407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6297970193789662407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-came-back-from-my-grandmas-house.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-4784044799180224829</id><published>2007-02-18T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:16:49.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Omg! I very happy!! Woosh to all singaporeans who voted for Avril Lavigne's song, &lt;em&gt;keep holding on&lt;/em&gt;, to be in the 98.7fm chart list!! From 20, she moved to 17, then now is number 10!! Yay!! Avril Lavigne rocks!! It's a nice song, I like it a lot. It has got meaning to it. A very nice meaning. Here's the vid. Ignore the background. It's not the music video. Just the words of the song. Very meaningful lyrics. Aiyah, just listen to the song can already lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8TR_Bij2uw4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Woosh!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-4784044799180224829?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4784044799180224829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=4784044799180224829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/4784044799180224829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/4784044799180224829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/omg-i-very-happy-woosh-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-5681622445156869646</id><published>2007-02-17T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:50:45.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I went out with Debo and Amanda yesterday. It was ok lah I guess. Like everybody's changing, so it's not much fun anymore. Amanda, being in RGS and all, became so studiuos, and a bit bossy lah. She told me that RGS ppl sucks. Cos when you play with them, they get angry. She was like throwing the party popper things at her classmates, when suddenly, it hit this girl. She got very angry and stormed off even when Amanda said sorry. Like WTF. Ppl throw at you, you laugh and throw back lah. That's what ppl in our school would do I'm sure. I love DHS. I took neoprints with them too. And I watched Ghost Rider. It's very nice I think. So the lead guy and girl didn't get together, but the graphics were damn cool!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaWF1jdvpI/AAAAAAAAABg/D4rAU_x0x2k/s1600-h/gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032374660652449426" style="WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="100" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaWF1jdvpI/AAAAAAAAABg/D4rAU_x0x2k/s400/gr.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaWj1jdvqI/AAAAAAAAABo/lbnG-gE0Fa8/s1600-h/gr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032375176048524962" style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="132" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaWj1jdvqI/AAAAAAAAABo/lbnG-gE0Fa8/s400/gr2.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaXE1jdvrI/AAAAAAAAABw/FGRaRX9e8b4/s1600-h/gr3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032375742984208050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaXE1jdvrI/AAAAAAAAABw/FGRaRX9e8b4/s400/gr3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaWF1jdvpI/AAAAAAAAABg/D4rAU_x0x2k/s1600-h/gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/27025274-5681622445156869646?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5681622445156869646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=5681622445156869646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5681622445156869646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/5681622445156869646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-went-out-with-debo-and-amanda.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaWF1jdvpI/AAAAAAAAABg/D4rAU_x0x2k/s72-c/gr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-3097894763000736933</id><published>2007-02-17T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:32:27.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaOL1jdvoI/AAAAAAAAABA/EjKF41qd9jA/s1600-h/africa6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032365967638642306" style="WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="82" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaOL1jdvoI/AAAAAAAAABA/EjKF41qd9jA/s320/africa6.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Very nice right? I love this pic!! It makes me feel very at peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaOIljdvnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zm4Ok0msWZ4/s1600-h/africa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032365911804067442" style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="86" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaOIljdvnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zm4Ok0msWZ4/s320/africa5.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ROAR! Very majestic looking!! I love lions from small. I don't know why, but they look cool I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaOFljdvmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ukFDPQKIFPM/s1600-h/africa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032365860264459874" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="113" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaOFljdvmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ukFDPQKIFPM/s320/africa4.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love giraffes too!! Very beautiful right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaOBljdvlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6BixMAnkiAQ/s1600-h/africa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032365791544983122" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="104" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaOBljdvlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6BixMAnkiAQ/s320/africa3.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok, this is cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaN9ljdvkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dS9Wyhmtas8/s1600-h/africa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032365722825506370" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="102" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaN9ljdvkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dS9Wyhmtas8/s320/africa2.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Giraffes again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaN4ljdvjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/WHzM3MS_b-0/s1600-h/africa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032365636926160434" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" src="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/27025274-3097894763000736933?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3097894763000736933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=3097894763000736933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3097894763000736933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/3097894763000736933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/very-nice-right-i-love-this-pic-it.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdaOL1jdvoI/AAAAAAAAABA/EjKF41qd9jA/s72-c/africa6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-6020749248512121477</id><published>2007-02-14T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:08:11.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdLmvljdviI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZyxhTU2vhU/s1600-h/ad-valentine-day-animated-desktop-wallpaper_350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031337438935367202" style="CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdLmvljdviI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZyxhTU2vhU/s320/ad-valentine-day-animated-desktop-wallpaper_350.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pic damn ugly i noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY VALETINE'S DAY EVERYBODY! ESPECIALLY 2FAHRION!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Today was like the best day ever yet!! It was so fun!! We talked a lot the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;whole day, and were giving presents to friends! I love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Received quite a number of prezzies. Most of them are food. Aiyoh, going to be fatter lah! Anyway, angela still worse than me. She received a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;lot of food from audrey her angel. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jing&lt;/span&gt; is my angel!! Woosh! I love my angel!! I very nice mortal ok, give my angel a cat hp strap. Jing! I guessed is you le!! Gillian gave me a snicker bar. I knew that like quite long ago, cos she was going to give to the whole class, and was asking me my opinion on the card she was making. Charmaine also give me chocolate. Samantha gave me biscuits, and I'm guessing she's my section angel too, who gave me twistees. Is tt how you spell it? Crap lah, I getting more stupid. Sumei gave sweets, and Val gave me this fake flower. Tree got a retard thingy from her angel!! So nice!! I like!!! But I love my present from Jing too! She gave me a toy cow!! I like it!! I love soft toys! Very nice to press leh, very soft. It is called....&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt;. I usually give toys the 1st name that come into my name when I look at it. That's why my retard doll is called Pinku. Cos it's pink. Got time, I will post photos. I know I very long never post le. Sorry, very lazy. I failed that indices test leh. Hope I do better in the next test. Tomorrow is my mum's b'dae!!! Yay!! lols! she'll be 46! So old!! Tmr got LA presentation!! Oh no oh no!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-6020749248512121477?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6020749248512121477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=6020749248512121477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6020749248512121477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/6020749248512121477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-pic-damn-ugly-i-noe.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_wzsy6msjUe4/RdLmvljdviI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GZyxhTU2vhU/s72-c/ad-valentine-day-animated-desktop-wallpaper_350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-117108131697395919</id><published>2007-02-10T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T12:21:56.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I nvr blog for such a long time le! Getting lazy I think. Many things happen in school this week. The teachers all made love letters for us to eat, and I'm really touched by that. Not many ppl would take a whole day off and do love letters for their students. I really love the teachers and Dunman high! I got a piece of paper that says, dont tou lan. like wah lao!! I won't! Ok lah, I love the teachers when they are not scolding me or nagging at me to tuck in my shirt or smth like that. There are many things in dunman high that make me very feel very touched. Like the nice nice seniors. Omg, Hongwen's been helping me a lot with chasing them for my score. And he's been telling me to jia you and practise harder, and syf will be over soon, so we can prac as a section again. Thank you man!! You're a great friend! Samantha also knew I was lonely and told me that she was trying to get the alumni back to teach me. She said I had chance to beat other ppl. Encouragement again. =) Faith is nice as before. Cuimeng...well...Cuimeng is Cuimeng lor, always making ppl laugh. Saxes rock! and I'm touched by their concern. Friends like jing and Angela and gillian aka partner and our dear dear Theresa who are always there to make me laugh make me feel touched too.... I love all you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I told Angela that I was going to buy a present for her, and that it got something to do with him, she started to get excited, and kept saying that she's very touched by me. Still crazy as ever hor? lol! and I didn't know that little thingy I do can touch ppl.-_- I just wanted to buy a b'dae prezzie for her cos it might be the last year we are together, and she's been a very crazy fren. =) She wanted to give a card to him..but I think she gave up writing it. And she got a prezzie for the other him, which I dno if she succeeded in giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was 'O' level results. Congrats to everyone who did a great job! Those who were not happy with yourself, do better for your 'A' lor! Clara very smart leh!! Go RJ!! woosh!! But if I got chance, I rather go VJ. I don't know why, but I dont like those schs at the extreme top. Anyway, congrats to clara!! This is making me upset. Why are their brains so good, and I'm like struggling like hell?  The sec 3 maths and 'O' level practical science they give us do are not helping at all. I mean, we learn what is hypotonic, isotonic and hypertonic already. The sec 3s havent learn yet. Like WTF! I need to study this weekend man! Catch up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, on Thursday, we went to buy those retard doll thingy, and I got what I wanted. A green and orange de!! Very happy!!! And erm..I need to say smth. &lt;strong&gt;Ppl can be les, so what? We are in the 21st century!! and it does not concern us, so why you go say so loud!! In mrt somemore!! U not sensitive, but tree and me are ok!! don't go around saying stuff like tt. And dont go around talking abt couples especially when they are just behind us! Respect a bit lah! And yah, revenge is not good. You better stop. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, done. *sighs* life is still boring and kinda dead. Tuition is coming. Need to do my work and revise. I'm beoming studious! Lols!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-117108131697395919?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/117108131697395919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=117108131697395919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/117108131697395919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/117108131697395919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-nvr-blog-for-such-long-time-le.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-117023392333594908</id><published>2007-01-31T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T16:58:43.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick. Like wth, I was just telling my mum yesterday that when I am sick I lose weight. I lost 3kg the last time I was sick. And today, I am sick. Sore throat, fever and a bad bad flu. I hope I get better soon. Need to do the stupid jian bao. Arhh, hope my brain can think properly now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-117023392333594908?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/117023392333594908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=117023392333594908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/117023392333594908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/117023392333594908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/sick-i-am-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-116946561256915018</id><published>2007-01-22T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:33:32.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My bro and his tuition teacher are talking about animals now. And she said that rabbits eat their kids. It's disgusting and I'm like WTH. The poor poor babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-116946561256915018?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116946561256915018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=116946561256915018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/116946561256915018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/116946561256915018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/disgusting-my-bro-and-his-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-116946540348106148</id><published>2007-01-22T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:30:03.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, the cme teacher came in and told us a story, and I think it's a very important thing. She told us when she was in Taiwan, she went to take the train with her grandmother, who was in a wheelchair. She didn't know that you had to queue up to board the train in Taiwan, so she went to the front to stand, while everyone was lining up. Then, someone tapped her on the shoulder and told her that she can't stand there, cos the people in the train used that path to come out. Then, the lady offered her place to her, so that she would be the 1st one to go into the train when it comes. In the train, people got up to give their seat to the grandma. Then she procceded to tell us that very little singaporeans give up their seats, and that we always stand in one big group at the door there, so that we can squeeze into the mrt. Lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then she told us something she saw one day. She was going home, and waiting for thr mrt. There was a guy standing next to her which was quite shuai. then, she saw a girl coming. Suddenly, she heard a shriek. She turned around and saw something that you can only see in movies. The girl was hugging the guy and the guy was twirling her around. Omg, I almost died laughing lah! Those two people were so cute lor!!! Lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-116946540348106148?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116946540348106148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=116946540348106148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/116946540348106148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/116946540348106148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/cme-today-cme-teacher-came-in-and-told.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-116938016906307633</id><published>2007-01-21T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T19:49:54.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PREJUDICED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What is wrong with parents ah? They all go aroud thinking that bball are what ah lians and ah bengs play. I was talking to my mum about bball today, and she was like, "I don't want your bro to go into bball CCA when he goes into sec school next year. You don't go bball court go play also ah."I beg to differ. Ok, maybe lots of ah lians and ah bengs play bball, so what? If you have trust in your child, he won't become like that. Anyway, bball people are just cooler only I think. Nothing else mah. My school's ex vice-head is a bballer, and that's bad is it? Like blehs. Bball is a NICE sport, and I like it. So there. No one can stop me from playing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-116938016906307633?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116938016906307633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=116938016906307633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/116938016906307633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/116938016906307633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/prejudiced-what-is-wrong-with-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-116937981796644981</id><published>2007-01-21T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T19:43:37.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JERSEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm gonna have a jersey soon!! Whoopee!! I am so happy! Always wanted one last year, but it was kinda rushed, so we didn't make it. Now gonna have le!! Yay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PeaCH tEA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Arhh!! I can't wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-116937981796644981?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116937981796644981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=116937981796644981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/116937981796644981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/116937981796644981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/jersey-im-gonna-have-jersey-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-116937967054534123</id><published>2007-01-21T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T19:41:10.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MISS SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Omg, I really miss schoool. As in really miss school. Whenever I'm on the mrt and I pass by Aljunied, I feel very sad and feel like crying. When I close my eyes and think of the school, I can remember the noisy canteen, the people whispering in the library, the corridors, the canteen walkway, the foyer! and blah blah blah. When I close my eyes and remember about the canteen, I remember the time when we share recess with the upper sec ever fri after PE. All those upper sec guys would push here and there when we are buying food. Though we didn't say out loud lah, but we were cursing inside. In the foyer, we had a lot of funny things to talk about when Tree and me waited for Feng every morning. It was just so memorable. In the library, we always tried to whisper and not to make our voices loud, cos we always go there talk and enjoy air-con. Towards the end of the year, we became more quieter cos got lots of seniors there studying for Os and EOYs. Then Tree and me had to spent a lot of time there to complete our RS powerpoint thingy, which we took really very long to finish. Lols! Then got the canteen walkway when we always see people walking here and there when I'm bored and got nothing to do in the canteen. Sighs...I really love the school a lot. =( Hope I'll get over it. Even if we shift back in 2008, the campus will change le. Sighs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-116937967054534123?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116937967054534123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=116937967054534123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/116937967054534123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/116937967054534123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/miss-school-omg-i-really-miss-schoool.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27025274.post-116937900391247835</id><published>2007-01-21T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T19:30:03.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY B'DAE FAITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am sitting in the dark right now trying to type properly, cos my light isn't working. Stupid light lah. It went out yesterday, but then suddenly came back, and ta dah! It's out again. Like WTH. Oh yah, I wanna wish Faith a big HAPPY B'DAE!! Lols, you turn 16 already. Can remember last year you were saying you very happy can see NC16 shows soon. Good for you lah. Lishan, ren! Must ren! Only 2 more years! Not that I'm 14 yet anyway. -_- You are a very good senior, got a lot of patience when teaching someone as blur and lan as me. =) So, happy b'dae and hope all your wishes come through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27025274-116937900391247835?l=mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/feeds/116937900391247835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27025274&amp;postID=116937900391247835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/116937900391247835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27025274/posts/default/116937900391247835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylimitedhappydaysofschlife.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-bdae-faith-i-am-sitting-in-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>my complicated life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10132976803212092018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
