<?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-7893123</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:37:55.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peek-a-boo!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111547708151428079</id><published>2005-05-07T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:52:00.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111547708151428079?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111547708151428079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111547708151428079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111547708151428079' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111539379699875797</id><published>2005-05-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:39:30.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunnoe wad's happening to mi? am i being too stressed up or wad. i shouted at my bro for such a minor thing. he told mi that i have moodswings. and i shouted at him again. wad's wrong wif mi? it's lyk. i can just break down anytym. even at minor things. wad's happening to mi? sometyms i rlyy wish i can just die and break away from everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111539379699875797?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111539379699875797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111539379699875797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111539379699875797' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111539011962080958</id><published>2005-05-06T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:35:20.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate my &lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on. vball. coach is giving mi a chance to be d setter. to play in d main team. and yet. i play lyk &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. i just cant seem to do well. i just keep repeating d same stupid mistakes over again and again. damn it. wad's wrong wif mi?! i do not have much tym. i gotta prove that i can be d setter that coach wants mi to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; obsessed wif vball. yet now. i just keep thinking abt it all d tym. during tuition or whatever. it just doesnt seem to get out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, today was practically alright i guess. no mood to blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111539011962080958?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111539011962080958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111539011962080958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111539011962080958' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111521661288740901</id><published>2005-05-04T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:23:32.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae was not a good day for mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. first. wanna wish nora a very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy burfday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. thanks for that mini celebration of ures after training. cake and stuff. guess we gained back wad we lost; fats =x ohh. and may ure burfday wish come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog was alright except for kang and that kahwoon. coz we have geog project. and each group was assigned to different topic to do. and kang wrote for us our topic no. mine you. she wrote it for us. and kahwoon wrote herself. and we had to take wad's left. wth. it's obvious that kang's being bias larh. and i totally detest tcher's petssss. yes.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i detest you, you this not-so-slim goldfish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training sucked. i cant set for goodness sake! &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt;. i hate my performance. i do not have much tym alrdy. i dun wanna be back where i was before. i dun want. i gotta train hard. i will put in my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111521661288740901?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111521661288740901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111521661288740901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111521661288740901' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111478423681303747</id><published>2005-04-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:17:16.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent been bloggin for a long tym. kinda sian. it's becoming more and more boring everytym i come online. i guess d reason why i'm bloggin now is simply coz i have nth to do. okays. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been doin well for my tests. either failing or gettin damn low marks. gosh. u gotta buck up eunice!! no more slacking. -slaps face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training todae. and coach's trainin mi to be a setter. i dun lyk! so much running to do. and i've never been a setter before. and my setting simply sucks! played in d main team, pulled down d score. i want huiwen back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super tired. todae was mr moomoo's last day in school. gonna miss him. took class foto. HAHAHA. and yixiang passed mi d msg mr moomoo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't have time to say this just now, but, I have really enjoyed teaching your class. You guys have really behaved well during my class &amp; I appreciate that greatly.&lt;br /&gt;My only wish for all of you now is that you will study hard and do well enough to make it to JC or Poly.&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyk wahahaha. he said something wrong. very very wrong. about us behaving well during his class, i guess it's just d opposite. LOL(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. nth to blog alrdy. dunnoe when i'll blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111478423681303747?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111478423681303747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111478423681303747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111478423681303747' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111407188033083780</id><published>2005-04-21T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T16:34:28.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! wanna thank those who gave mi ure burfday wishes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. thanks to that whole BUNCH of peeps for d mp3. man. it's so sweet of u guys. i'll treasure it even more than if my parents bought one for mi. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also wanna thank my damn good buds. yelyn denisec denisey huimin and theresa. thanks for d book filled wif so much sweet memories. will never forget them. and yes yelyn. i'll add my own stuff into it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. to denisec lilian and yeejean for d surprise cake. HAHA. i was rlyy caught offguard larh. dint noe at all. seeee. ure acting skills improve. LOL. and thanks a lot for d cant-blow-out candles. made mi look lyk a dumb fool blowing balls of saliva into it and they just wont go off. HAHA. thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huimin and denisey. thanks for d bracelet. it's so gorgeous. i love u guys! will wear it. i promise. it's so nice. how can i not show it to my frens riight? LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to weide and joonkiat. siighs. i dunnoe how much u guys spent on that cookie-cake. but i tell. u. I BU SHE DE EAT! LOL. it's so nice!!!!!! and famous amos rocks larh! just lyk mi. OKOK. LOL. thanks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again. YOU GUYS ROCK MY SMELLY SOCKS!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111407188033083780?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111407188033083780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111407188033083780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111407188033083780' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111348936640640086</id><published>2005-04-14T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:36:06.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we lost today's bball finals t catholic high. but i still think we're very strong. i mean, how many tyms have we entered d finals and how many tyms have they? same goes for cheung cheng high. at least we're constant. so seee. arent we way better than them?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw celestine there. coz her school got into d finals, but they lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah laoo. sat next t a bunch of idiotic boys. that includes francis. bunch of bastards. got this fat and short malay guy acting crazy. then francis and his frens will push him on purpose. wtf. knowing that i'm sitting there, they still did it on purpose. FUCK IT MAN! cb. i especially hate it when guys lyk them hit mi, real hard. GO DIE LA ASSHOLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun lyk you. u are nice t ure frens whom u're not very close t. but t us, u show us ure attitude. i tell u, i wont tolerate it anymore. next tym u do it again, i promise, i'll not be nice t you. dun think u're so great. plss. dun think u're so likable. lemme tell you. YOU ARE NOT. stop trying t steal d limelight, stop tryin t get everyone's attention on you only. i tell you, ure actions just make mi wanna puke. stop it will u? stop acting lyk a small princess, coz u are not. dun expect things t always go ure way and get wad u want all d tym, coz they just dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet some of them readin this might noe who i'm referrin t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111348936640640086?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111348936640640086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111348936640640086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111348936640640086' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111340087212753340</id><published>2005-04-13T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:01:12.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a happy day for mi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem sucks larh. i dint get 10 and above for chem test/quiz, that's why i gotta have a retest on fri. i got 9!!! hello??! one mark away only! gosh. waste my tym only. siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nise and lian went t support d syf dance today. coz kang wanted supporters i guess. LOL. so only has mi and yeejean. then chi lesson, only mi and theresa. and we ahem! talked. HAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nise and lian came back after recess. geog quiz postponed. nvms. it's so simple larh. kays. shant be overly confident here, scully i do badly for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FRENS!! U GUYS ROCK MY SMELLY SOCKS!!! oh my goodness! they all forked in money t get mi a mp3! mann. a BIG BIG THANK YOU TO YOU GUYS! muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i have a confession to make actually. nahh. if u wanna noe, just come and find mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d mp3's sooo precious t mi. if i ever lose it, i think i'll just bag my head against d wall and drop dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seee. precious(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. vball training in d upper court. siighs. every wed. ran 3 rounds arnd d field. thank goodness not 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think coach's training mi t be a freegirl, but i feel that i'm not good enough. it's lyk, siighs. terrible performance. kept making d same mistake over and over again. siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had pt. kinda tough coz carol was back. oh wells. dun expect anything light when she's arnd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, my parents were surprised when i told them my frens bought mi a mp3. WAHAHA. no comments. just feeling happy!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111340087212753340?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111340087212753340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111340087212753340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111340087212753340' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111331603429395407</id><published>2005-04-12T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:27:14.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okays. gotta make this quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was alright. went t orchard wif theresa. hahas. and all d taxi uncles so nice! we dint have enough small change and they said it was alright. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went t heeren d wallet shop. saw yelyn's wallet. and some plastic wallets which i dint fancy larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d ripcurl's wallet so nice! but kinda ex and too many card compartments. HAHA. siaoness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took neoprints twice at cine and i love em! so nice! hahas. especially d people who took larh. LOL. bhb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. lazy t elaborate more. bought a wallet and theresa bought her stuff and we left orchard at arnd 4.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. our school's HOD's damn bias larh. tmr's d rugby finals and they dint make it compulsory for students t go. d bball finals is on thurs and they make it compulsory for us to go. lyk hello? both are also finals. u want us t be lyk them- make our school proud. but how t when u guys are so bias towards bball? not that i have anything against bball. but it's just too much larh. it's not d first tym. but anyhow. all d best t all rugby and bball players on their finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111331603429395407?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111331603429395407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111331603429395407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111331603429395407' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111304429686311178</id><published>2005-04-09T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T19:01:05.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. hate my &lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition this morning. was super slpy can. tcher treated us t burgers. LOL. ate big&amp;amp;tasty. rlyy nice. why am i sayin that. coz it was my first tym eatin it! LOL(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiyan told mi that she and her sis will be going town and asked if i wanna come along. so okays. just went larh. dint feel lyk going for ks anyways. i felt stupid can. i was wearin fbt shorts plus my last yr class tee. coz i had no tym t go home and change! nvms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met yelyn theresa denisey and huimin at heeren. yelyn, U LOOOK SO PRETTTTY! heyy. shiyan said so tooos okays! LOL. saw something at heeren which i intend to buy for yelyn on her burfday, 20april. one day after mine. maybe going back t get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went t cine t take neos and sorry for screwing it up. clicked on something accidentally. HAHA. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked arnd. was super tired. bought a pair of slippers which are damn cheap larh. was too tired t shopped arnd somemore. so just settled wif that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home at arnd 5 plus. took 190. and my my goodness! saw this accident near denisey and pooopiepig's hse! there was this bus. think it was involved. and a motocycle. not sure if there was a car. but gosh! there was this white cloth covering d boooddddyy.. and blooooddd. scary! but cool. first tym seein such things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 302 from d interchange. 67 had such a looooong queue of ppl. hmmm. maybe d bus involved was 67, since it takes that route tooos. dunnoee. just guessing(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111304429686311178?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111304429686311178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111304429686311178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111304429686311178' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111269692953984422</id><published>2005-04-05T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T18:28:49.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrights. school was kinda alright. LOL. that's wad i always say about school riight. but actually it's not alright. just that i'm too lazy t think of more words to describe it. so there. school was alright. LOL(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. bio. normal. oh ya. lol. yest had bio tooos. then arul was standin outside waitin for moomoo t leave class. then i was lyk. " i can smell mr arul". turn arnd and i was right! HAHA. he wears d cologne larh. correct spelling? whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. chinese. talked crap larh. LOL. secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english. kang was super pissed wif us for not handing in our work to d el reps and stuff. but it's super messy! and she dint say all d things we gotta hand in. nvms. OUR fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 periods of maths. siighs. this tym gary got scolded for not tucking in his shirt. then stand up. but dunnoe why. think he talked back t vj or wad. then vj said must tuck in TOTALLY. cant even pull out a lil. wah lao. shout again. seriously, i'm scared of loud noises. shouting included. hahas. oh. before that! I FORGOT T SET MY FONE T SILENT MODE!!! and goodness. someone msged mi. and. there. d sound. but mine's d standard msg tone. not d music one. everyone turned arnd larh! and i pretended t be paying attention. LOL. think vj heard but acted ignorant. WHEW. good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went t hand in my physics file. then went t cybercentre. and d coms are SUPER lag. mi and nise got fustrated, so we decided to go and watch d leo installation instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and did my chpt 5 notes. and finally. it's done! hahas. gotta study for geog quiz tmr. siighs. sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. 14 more days t my burfday! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111269692953984422?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111269692953984422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111269692953984422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111269692953984422' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111260713719638734</id><published>2005-04-04T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T17:32:17.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>btw. I GOT D LETTER TO MAKE MY IC ALRDY!!! wheeeeeee!! i feeeeeel old. LOL. hmmm. gotta take foto. should i cut my hair or should i not? LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111260713719638734?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111260713719638734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111260713719638734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111260713719638734' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111260640636157761</id><published>2005-04-04T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T17:20:06.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u think before u speak?? stop being so unfeeling. i can imagine how he felt up there just now when u teased him. come on. i had that treatment before. it's just that u did that to many peeps and i bet u have forgotten. but sorry. i cant stand this kind of humiliation. being straightforward doesnt give u d right to embarrass him in front of others. please learn some courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;yanqi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm ure blog entry. issit erm. referring to him? i dunnoee. i rlyy dunnoee. but haha. he has d right to find someone else. surely u dun expect him to remain single forever right? lols. relax. and i help that someone, whether it's mi or not, to thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111260640636157761?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111260640636157761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111260640636157761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111260640636157761' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111251545351049532</id><published>2005-04-03T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T16:06:56.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went church todae. yawn. dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normal stuff. except that now's catechism. elder wilson oon! yay! he's so punctual. LOL. supposed to release at 12.30. but abel said 12.15 normally one. LOL. then he rlyy 12.15 released us. wahahaha. lydia they all also say he very punctual. true. and that cheryl dint come todae): a thousand booo to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was church lunch todae. waited for joanna and liyan. and there wasnt anymore curry chickens le! super sad larh. siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi and joanna were kinda erm. unhappy abt something, so we walked away. haha. secret. wink. but i admit last tym i was liddat. but now come to think of it. it's so rubbish larh. they're just humans too. who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left church wif fibbey, sy, ly and pam. sy and ly ps larh. took bus home. hmph. pam took a diff bus too. leaving mi and fibbey. ahahaha. we were saying that it's always d 2 of us left. oh wells. went to causeway point to check out something. and paiseh ar. wrong one. LOL. we were at thise erm. not rlyy a shop. whatever larh. we were over there takin an uber long tym to choose a present for ly. wanted a custommade bracelet. coz it's lyk. those kind of wired things that can be bent to form names and stuff. it's so gorgeous larh! but we found out that it wasnt worth it. so we bought other stuff. wahahaha. shhhh. cannot say(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wad. celestine's shifting to cck! and yay! western side! evil grin. we got more ppl here alrdy! yay! LOL. western side rocks. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a hp pouch. and i'm loving it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111251545351049532?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111251545351049532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111251545351049532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111251545351049532' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111243492679885737</id><published>2005-04-02T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T17:42:06.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. my fingers are aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typing the notes for chpt 4&amp;5. coz i dint pass my retest. whatever. just do for d sake of doin. dun rlyy care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trainin yest was tough. did normal stuff. then played match. d sec2s except for cindy and xiaoying zi gang. and shucks. coach wasnt pleased wif our performance. we werent too. i dint serve over too. wth. i gotta improve. i have to! siighs. d match ended and coach scolded us larh. everyone just kept quiet. siighs. we gonna prove him wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go back to typing my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111243492679885737?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111243492679885737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111243492679885737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111243492679885737' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111225188859178999</id><published>2005-03-31T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:51:28.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired. i give up. no matter wad i do i just cant get wad i want. i give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest sucks. well. no trainin. since wed till yest. it's lyk. wah lao. dint even touch d ball yest. one good thing was that we dint have to run larh. coz of d rain. but coz of d rain we couldnt train again. siighs. i'd rather run if it means gettin d rain to stop so that we can train. siighs. went to d gym instead. okays larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. i feel lyk slpin. it's rainin. and i'm alone at home. imagine some big scary hideous monster in d house wif mi. nvms. shall stop scarin myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111225188859178999?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111225188859178999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111225188859178999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111225188859178999' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111210704117909026</id><published>2005-03-29T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T22:37:21.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sports carnival. and it sucks big tym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad do u expect us to do for those few hours?? stone? just look at d participants? hello. lyk we're interested liddat. we werent even allowed to go out and buy food. leos guardin d exits. treat us lyk prisoners liddat. expect a cup of milo to fill out stomach?? please use ure brains larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. thanks ar weide. ure house nearer to school then mine. so got u to hand it in for mi. wahahaha. owe u 2 lollipops now. hahahas. thanks anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to lot1 to help gel return a library book. was supposed to return it yest, but coz mi and lian were late for out tuition alrdy, so i forgot. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to take 307 to d stadium. but somehow, when i saw so many unitians waiting, just dint want to. so just walked to d stadium. walkin is fun. yes, say i'm crazy or wad. but it's rlyy. dunnoe how to say. i just walked and thot abt a lot of things. and. u feel a sense of accomplishment. HAHAHAHA. i admit it myself. i'm crazy =x but walking's nice larh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh. sports carnival seriously sucks. it's so borin for US spectators. sat there for dunnoe how many hrs straight till my butt hurt larh. asss. and tsktsk to pooopiepig. wear sch u. haiyoh! not proud of ure hse. not lyk mi. so loyal to cheetah. ahahaha. i'm crappin(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn. i'm tired. i havent done my geog hmwk. and i'm slackin. good job eunice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i shall stop bloggin but shall not stop slackin. i'm crappin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111210704117909026?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111210704117909026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111210704117909026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111210704117909026' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111202162756862672</id><published>2005-03-28T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:53:47.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had sch. creative drama. tuition. now i gotta do d blardy bio assignment thing. and chi homework's pilin up. tmr no sch. yea good. but got stupid sports carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry wenwei. for tokin to you lyk no energy liddat. i'm just tired. dun wanna scream at you tooos. so yea. not lyk he'll read this anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometyms i chat wif my frens when i'm down, i just dun want them to noe. i'll be super sian sian liddat. but i pretend to be normal by putting a "haha" or "lol", when i'm not even laughin or wad. arghh. sick of it alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havin moodswings. sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. I DO NOT LAUGH LYK A HORSE!. bleahs. it's just my way of laughin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111202162756862672?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111202162756862672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111202162756862672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111202162756862672' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111190891397682500</id><published>2005-03-27T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T15:35:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M SO SICK AND TIRED OF EVERTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arghh. just forget everything larh. givin ure chance to get hurt only. and others have to console. they dun have to. but as frens, they will. if not wad are frens for. but no matter how much we say, everything just fall on deaf ears. rahhhh! just forget everything and let them be memories. wake up larh. no matter how much u wanna remain there and not move, everything's not gonna come back. ALL'S GONE! everyone will be movin on. only u. stayin there; hurt. nvms. when u grow up, all these will seem childish to you. trust mi. they will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my blog. i'm free to write wad i want here. dun say that i'm being too harsh or wad. not happy, just go away. or when i change my pass, dun come and ask for it. this is not pointin at anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just venting my anger only. anyways. dun think i can go swimmin on tues nise and lian. hahas. think u noe why. anyways. i'll just tag along if u guys are going(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111190891397682500?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111190891397682500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111190891397682500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111190891397682500' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111176530205826570</id><published>2005-03-25T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:41:42.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i forgot to blog abt revolution!!!! mi and lian sat that. it used to be called pepsi. but anyways. scary! it's lyk. if i'm not wrong, it's scarier than last tym! it stayed upside down for kinda long tym our seat. then could feel d blood rushin to my head. hahas. and that thingy. not very tight. i lykED it being not very tight. but after that, i changed my mind. hahas. OH. 1 man's slipper flew out durin d ride. damn funny larh! hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dint get to sit flipper. coz nise and lian dint dare to. so i dint wanna sit alone. so dint sit tooos. nvms. next tym go back again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111176530205826570?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111176530205826570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111176530205826570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111176530205826570' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111176443959743581</id><published>2005-03-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:28:00.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae was fun!&lt;em&gt; -beams&lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go to d gospel meetin. but hahas. i dint want to. and i dint dare to tell my parents. that i wanted to go to escape instead of chruch. so i smsed my mom when i'm in my room. and her sms tone was uber loud larh. HAHA. oops. this was was i smsed her. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" i want to go to escape. d gospel start so late. if i go. it'll end at 12 plus or 1. then go escape play wad? not lyk sun i not going church wad. i want to slp alrdy." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes yes. i noe i'm terrible. hahas. after that i quickly switched off my light and went to bed. when she knocked on my door, i dint reply. wahahaha. then later she smsed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you can go."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whoopee! ahahahas. they rock! hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met nise and lian and cck mrt station at 9. and hey. i was early! wahaha. they were lyk some runaway kids. hahas. shhhh. &lt;em&gt;gosh i'm tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. it was kinda early when we reached there. lyk 11 plus only. so we ate at kfc. some 12 bucks meal for d 3 of us. coz nise got d coupons. wahaha. then got this erm. crappy guy who came and asked us to donate 10 bucks for some needy children. hahas. he's lyk damn crap larh. say wad.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; " you guys just donate, and u all wont see my ugly face again."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hahas. i thot noone could beat pokpok in lameness. guess i was wrong. wahahas. but we donated 8 bucks larh. coz there was this person who donated 2 bucks so in total, 10 bucks. but we donated more! whatever. hahas. got this cute box then can turn here turn there. hahas. and a calculator and pen. ahahahas. it's wif mi. coz my bag's d biggest. lazy pigs arent they?? hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat wet and wild first. sat at d front. was alright larh. wasnt that wet THEN. hahas. d 2nd slope so erm. loooooooong. when going up, i kept thinkin d thing will stop and we'll fall backwards and overturn.. hahas. shut up! after that. erm. oh ya. went to take panasonic. hahahas. btw. we left our bags in d locker. coz d wet and wild man say must. bullshit larh. but good la. so troublesome if i were to carry my bag arnd riight. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONONO. sat pirate ship after that. sorry. a bit blur now. hahas. sat right at d back. wif a small boy boy. hahas. he's so cute. and brave. wink. hahas. nise and lian kinda scared, so they sat at d centre. oh wells. hahas. very ticklish! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that then we went to sit panasonic(: hahas. it was still early, so we ditn have to queue that long. hahas. sat alone. nise and lian sat behind. coz yeejean dint go mah. hahas. went in. was kinda erm. scared? coz kinda afraid of d dark. it's kinda high. and it's so fast. when it turns at my opp site, i was toally lifted off d seat to that side larh. a lot of tyms. scary. but fun larh. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. erm. i forgot larh. too tired to think. just noe that we sat wet and wild a lot fo tyms to take turns sitting at diff places. and man. d back u're bound to get totally drenched. and yes. i mean totally. wells, d front's not spared too. when it lands, DIRTY water totally splash right onto ure face larh. gross right. immediately wiped it off. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOHH. go kart oh-so rocks! sat thrice wif lian. nise sat once. hahas. first tym we sat d beginner's one. was kinda nervous. coz it was my first tym! last tym i was too short. hahas. was kinda erm. nervous, that's why slow, that's why lian overtook mi!!!!! hahas. nvms. took my revenge later(: hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nise sat d advanced one wif us. she said last tym she had a scary experience wif gokarts, that's why she kinda have a phobia for it now. hahas. but she still took it larh. so fun! d slope. so highhhhhhh! and those crazy guys. they're so fast. hahahas. supposed to be fast then nice riight, but dun care. lian also agree they're nuts. sticks out tonguee. lalalas. they're evil tooos. when queuin up, i heard this guy sayin that d girl so fast that's y so slow. something liddat larh. hahas. then i was lyk. lyk u so slim liddat. hahas. but he dint hear larh. hmph. wells. bad guy got bad frens. hahas. so. hehss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sat d beginner's one again. mi and lian prefer that. hahas. then there was this family behind us. parents and 2 kids. and d mother. wah lao. damn irritatin cann. roll eyess. when d ppl in front of us move in front, and mi and lian dint see yet, she'll lyk tell us to moce larh. more than once. wah lao. even if u move in front, u're still behind us wad. move in front or remain there also d same. idiot. then this malay guy who was incharge larh, came and told us, after our ride, we should go to d advanced one, if not d queue will be very long. then we were lyk. okay. but he's nice larh. then when our turn was next, waiting. d woman was tellin d man wad.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "you all should tell d management to put up a sign sayin that beginner's for double riders, and advacned one's for single rider." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lyk wth?! wad if there're some single riders who're first timers, u expect them to go to d advanced one?? lyk hello. i'm sure u've got brains riight. mi and lian were lyk rollin our eyess larh. lian said that she even heard d woman tok abt microphone thing. crazy. she go complain larh. this kind of calculative woman. think if someone owes her 10cents, she'll also remember one. siaoness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi and lian were d first 2. so we got to choose our gokarts first. we chose d faster ones! hehss. u neh neh woman. so slow. caused us to stopped and bumped into one another. rlyy larh. and yes! i overtook lian! see wad i mean when i said i took my revenge?? hahas. no larh. just for fun only. so fun!!! then after d 3rd round we gotta stop on top. then d chi man was tellin us wad. drive so fast, lyk crazy ppl. hahas. but he was jokin larh. then he said. good thing we werent drivin real cars, or else we would be dead. even when i stopped, he also scared. HAHA. ya riight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parking was alright. wasnt as bad as i thot. hahas. coz i thot i would hit d cones. i dint! hahas. yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. went home at arnd 5. we were so smelly larh, thanks to d dirty water. hahas. but it was fun. went to lot 1 for dinner. saw zuliang and joonkiat wif 2 gurl frens. hahas. dint rlyy wave to them larh. just looked then looked away. dunnoe. feel weird now. &lt;em&gt;shrugs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked arnd. then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i made that decision. i shall not regret it. but i just hate that feelin. was wif them for 2 yrs. now. nvms. dun wanna things to be awkward again.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights &amp;amp; sugardreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111176443959743581?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111176443959743581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111176443959743581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111176443959743581' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111157881131001701</id><published>2005-03-23T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:53:31.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghh. i cant tag! wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yelyn&lt;/strong&gt;: HI YELYN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *hugssss* i cant tag. anyways. just wanna say. i love you forever and ever and ever..... it nv ends. muacks. stayy happy gurl. dun keep ure troubles to ureself kays. i'll always be here for u. love ya=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pokpok&lt;/strong&gt;: dun lame larh. but can forgive. not d first tym anyways. wahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pooopiepig&lt;/strong&gt;: it's so irritatin to say something then stop u noe?? tsktsk(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;starryprincessTWO&lt;/strong&gt;: HI SHIYAN!!!! hahahas. yea. starry taitais/princesses rock forever. hahas. thanks. cya on sun!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siighs. supposed to have trainin todae. using d upper court on every wed larh. damn those bballers. so anyways. we did warmup. ran 5 rounds arnd d field. tiring. then some pt. then gang qiu against d wall. 3 sets of 100. there were lightnings larh. and d sky was uber dark. was doin arnd 60plus into my 3rd set, when they said go find shelter. just continued doin. wahahahas. in d end managed to do finish. but we dint get to train!!!! ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coach went to take some vcds on national teams playin vball. so we just sat at d canteen. and theresa is a bad bad photographer(: wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to d cybercentre on d first floor to watch. man. it was cold larh. coz we were sweaty larh. oooohh. china vs japan. SO NICE AND EXCITING!!! HAHA. in d end i think china won larh. sad. wanted japan to win. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love yelyn. i love denisec. i love huimin. i love denisey. i love theresa. i love them all=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111157881131001701?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111157881131001701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111157881131001701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111157881131001701' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111131840228475638</id><published>2005-03-20T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T19:34:36.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;LJ Friends Meme by &lt;lj user="coolerq"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.embresponse {font-weight: bolder;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• You must tell &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; people about this game.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;*tooooot*&lt;/span&gt; is the one that you love.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;*tooooot*&lt;/span&gt; is one you like but can't work out.&lt;br /&gt;• You care most about &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;denisechong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;lilian&lt;/span&gt; is the one who knows you very well.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;yeejean&lt;/span&gt; is your lucky star.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;unwritten&lt;/span&gt; is the song that matches with &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;*tooooot*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;heartbreak lullaby&lt;/span&gt; is the song for &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;*tooooot*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; is the song that tells you most about YOUR mind.&lt;br /&gt;• and &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;breakaway&lt;/span&gt; is the song telling you how you feel about life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comclub.org/lj/fsquiz.php"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that. is so dot. coz i anyhow feel in whatever that comes into my mind. wahaha(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111131840228475638?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111131840228475638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111131840228475638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111131840228475638' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111131409487327373</id><published>2005-03-20T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:22:12.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm bored. i'm slacking. i have not done my homework =x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111131409487327373?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111131409487327373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111131409487327373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111131409487327373' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111115781300457887</id><published>2005-03-18T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T22:56:53.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;have a headache. please. go away ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111115781300457887?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111115781300457887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111115781300457887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111115781300457887' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111114487662092068</id><published>2005-03-18T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T19:21:16.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha. out of boredom(: &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 66.67% Female, 33.33% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain leans female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think with your heart, not your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and considerate, you are a giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Natural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/natural.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.&lt;br /&gt;You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!&lt;br /&gt;People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/seducerquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 18 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Bold And Brave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/bold-and-brave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But daring? Not usually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to like to make calculated risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while you may not be base jumping any time soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are up for whatever's new and (a little) exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdaringareyouquiz/"&gt;How Daring Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/spank-me-pink.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/rejectedcrayonquiz/"&gt;What Rejected Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Social Butterfly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/social-butterfly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your friends so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're motto is "the more, the merrier"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making sure everyone's included is your mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you always prefer a group of ten to a group of two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Die at Age 70&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty average when it comes to how you live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how you'll die as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/"&gt;What Age Will You Die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111114487662092068?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111114487662092068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111114487662092068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111114487662092068' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111107520741910543</id><published>2005-03-17T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T00:00:07.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nono. &lt;strong&gt;it's not ok! disturbed and irritated! it's not ok!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; okays. i'm bein a lil dramatic here. wahaha(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111107520741910543?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111107520741910543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111107520741910543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111107520741910543' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111107337183560052</id><published>2005-03-17T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T23:52:40.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dun think i dun miss u guys..coz i do!&lt;br /&gt;loads! however, &lt;strong&gt;some things that&lt;br /&gt;happened jus cannot be changed n we&lt;br /&gt;all have to get on with life..with that little&lt;br /&gt;hope that things will get better =) &lt;/strong&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;may not be as close as b4..but as long&lt;br /&gt;as we have each other in our&lt;br /&gt;hearts..that's more than enuff rite? i&lt;br /&gt;miss the times we had too..u laughing in&lt;br /&gt;that super high pitch tone of yours n&lt;br /&gt;gng "bzzzzzz" in my ears (that, i'll nv&lt;br /&gt;forget)..and definitely u n your&lt;br /&gt;horrendous laughters. wahahaa. stay&lt;br /&gt;funky..cya soon! with lots of hidden love,&lt;br /&gt;*****. rock on : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i understand. i noe. some things that happened just cannot be changed. just face d fact that things arent d same anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. shant tok abt sad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. todae was a-kinda-fun day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. went ice skating. and great. i was so late. hahas. supposed to meet them at cck mrt station at 7.30am. good thing they called at 7.39am, or else i wouldnt have woke up. HAHA. that means. i woke up &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;our meetin tym. wahahahas. and they just wanted to wait larh. awww. wad sweet darlings. hahas. i kept tellin them to go, if not it'll be lyk weird. hahas. especially wif d guys arnd. coz i aint close to them. hehs. but nvms. just bathed and put on a white top and my black pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. ppl commented that i was lyk some office woman larh. and that shengxun. auntie??! at that moment i seriously wanted to asked him to fuck up. lyk hello. i was so late. do u think i dare to slowly choose wad clothes i'll wear?? and everyone's waiting. lyk shut up. i'd rather look lyk some old granny then look lyk some beng. wif that disgusting shirt u had on and that bag u put arnd ure neck. eeew. look at ureself in d mirror first before callin others name. wad an ass. i dun care if anyone readin this is gonna tell him. lyk i care. such a bastard. who can stand him? yes. i admit he's nice at tyms. but there're also tyms when i cant stand him. lyk todae. we were walkin to d jurong entertainment centre or whatever u call it and they were makin so much noise behind us. they werent tokin. they were callin us names. and denise was tryin to tell mi something. good thing we dint walk wif them. rlyy hope that ppl think we werent together. and thank goodness denise scolded them. they had nothing to say. bunch of monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways. dallas looked lyk an indian man! wif that shirt of his. HAHA. at first i thot d uhh. cartoon characters were some indian design. but i was wrong. wahahahas. and daniel. i'm older than u! wahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. wasnt in d mood of skatin at all. didnt feel lyk leavin d house tooos. probably coz i wanted to continue slpin. wahaha. but d thot of mi stayin at home d whole day made mi change my mind. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dint skate very long though. this tym was diff. where's my skatin partner?? not here. siighs. last tym we always skate fast to &lt;em&gt;pei he&lt;/em&gt; wif d music and stuff. everything's changed. siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate cup noodles and a cup of milo. same as last tym. siighs. brings back so so much memories. arghh. &lt;em&gt;stop thinkin of d past eunice! *smack!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. dint feel lyk skatin anymore. so just sat down. siighs. then kangyi came larh. and he asked something. couldnt hear though. he spoke so soft. or am i deaf? ok nvms. so he said hold on. so okays. he bent down. scooped some ice. and threw at mi. but his aimin is real bad. seriously. it flew sideways larh. way off! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. everyone stopped skatin at 10. saw pokpok and benedict and simin outside waitin for eugene they all. heard they went to play cs. but mi denise and yeejean went to kfc! but only i ate. oops. hungry wad. hahas. d skin so oily! eeeew! and so much fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was wonderin why pokpok and ben came down. and left. then heard that eugene they all dint wanna go sentosa at all. seriously. it's not my prob larh. but i find them kinda uhh. irresponsible?? dunnoe if that's d right word to describe them. but yea, something liddat. in d end, pokpok and ben went to east coast. pooor things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we wanted to watch movie. went up to find d guys. but we left first. they followed mi home to change. i wanted to change. and thanks a lot yeejean. now d guys now why i needed to go home ar. hahas. no larh. coz seriously. wanted to change out of my "auntie" clothes. hahas. took a taxi to westmall. mi and denise bought 2 tickets to watch a series of unfortunate events larh. then d guys and yeejean wanted to watch some ghost show but westmall dint have. so d guys were still choosin wad to watch larh. so we dun care them. told yeejean to buy a ticket to watch wif us tooos then we just went in. i noe larh. we were d ones who asked d guys to watch a movie wif us. but they had amper tym in westmall. and they took their own sweet tym. so too bad larh. cant rlyy put all d blame on us. somemore denise alrdy sms an apology to eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYS. a series of unfortunate events rlyy rock larh! it's a must watch show kays! hahas. they're so smart!! and HAHAHA. d leeches and SNAKES. hahas. no COCKROACHES larh. coz we saw one todae on d way to my house. i was walkin in front. so i screamed first. and ran d other way. they they asked wad. "COCKROACH!!!!!" and they followed mi. wahahahas. nice plan. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. went to kfc. again. and i bought cheese fries. i noe. gonna put on a lot of weight. good thing got vball tmr. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think there's chem remedial tmr. THINK. but dunnoe d tym. hahas. dun care. not going. wanna slp longer. hehs. anyways. i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111107337183560052?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111107337183560052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111107337183560052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111107337183560052' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111090255787822604</id><published>2005-03-16T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T00:02:37.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;poof! not in a good mood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111090255787822604?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111090255787822604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111090255787822604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111090255787822604' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111088574545469103</id><published>2005-03-15T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T19:22:25.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm slackin i'm slackin i'm slackin(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to queensway wif pam and fibbey. dunnoe wad's wrong wif d suppliers for d fbt shorts. d black shorts are lyk. sold out?? and dunnoe wad larh. bought one only. HAHA. ate 2 herbal eggs as usual. that's wad i always do when i go there. hahas. oh wells(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not fair!! fibbey got free tickets to d disney on ice. pouts! i want to go watch! bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dint go for refuge camp. not rlyy close to d ppl there. but shiyan liyan josiah joanne and pam going. but aiyah. lazy. tmr still got trainin. so ya. i'll be uber worn out by then. so nope. not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to auntie's house after that. hahas. so long nv see her alrdy. ate d spicy spicy noodles as usual. hahas. and she made my pimples! it's so ouch man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay! i've got a boyfriend! hahas. he's only 4 or 5 yrs old =x HAHA. k fine. i'm lame. whatever(: hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nthh to blog alrdy. just that d hols suck. so much homework. siaoness. yea. i agree wif poopieTWO. d government sucks larh. bleahs to them. hmphh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111088574545469103?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111088574545469103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111088574545469103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111088574545469103' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111070749406431035</id><published>2005-03-13T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:51:34.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/23r2ud" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms.nic(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/23r31j" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;starry gang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111070749406431035?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111070749406431035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111070749406431035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111070749406431035' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111070664326045021</id><published>2005-03-13T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:37:23.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>starryprincessTHREE.that's mi(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. yest was my cousin's wedding erm. dinner? whatever larh. left house at arnd 7.30. tired. and blah blah blah. normal chinese tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon went to nus coz my bro wanna go to d open house. hahas. he's going army next year! yay! hahas. nono. i'll miss him): hahas. i'll miss his horrible singing. and his irrtatingness. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. wedding dinner was at night. quite alright laa. but i find d food kinda oily. bleahs. ate d chicken and i so wanted to spit it out larh. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at close to 12. dint use d com at all. went to bed immediately. not immediately laa. hahas. i'm contradictin myself(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. had church todae. so woke up uber early tooos. yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey. despite d fact that i slept very late last night. i mean this morning. i managed to pay attention to 3/4 of d sermon! that's so wow for mi laa. hahas. 3 cheers to eunice!(: okok. lame. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday school. mi cheryl and abel were doodlin on our worksheet. hahas. uncle chinnam told us to look up. nahh. he dint scold. he's so nice. hahas. and then. abel crumpled his paper. into a ball. u noe wad i mean?? yea. hahas. after class uncle chinnam talked to him. hahas. abel thot his DAD was gonna scold him laa. then guess wad. uncle chinnam asked him why were we doodlin on our worksheet. issit coz his lessons are boring. hahas. no comments on that(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch wif phebe shiyan liyan and pam. went to macs. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to shop arnd in northpoint larh. went to giftaname. where we spent arnd 1 hour there. wells. we were makin our names! but 3letters only. took a uber long tym to choose. and oh man. we saw 2 diff kinds of pillows that's actually real radio larh! so coool and funkkeyy and nice! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okays. i wanted EUN. but coz that fatty font doesnt have d letter E. i had to make do wif NIC. and it reminds of yifang. hahas. phebe wanted fibby. but tooo long. so only FIB. and pamela's pam. shiyan's ssy. and liyan's sly. coool righht? liyan kept sayin later ppl thinks that she's a sylvester fan. which is no way! hahas. taufik rocks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were choosin whether to put a star or fish at d bottom. at first i chose fish. then after d woman put it in for mi, i decided that i dun lyk it! so i got her to change. hahas. d shopladies were super bu shuang wif us larh. even a dumb fool can tell. we kept on changin out minds and stuff. hahas. oops. but they're supposed to serve us anyways. lalalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. all of us have orange stars at d bottom of our names. only liyan got a yellow one. duhh. she's sucha a yellow freak. HAHA. we called ourselves d &lt;strong&gt;starry gang&lt;/strong&gt;(: liyan's d &lt;em&gt;starry king&lt;/em&gt; coz she's d only one wif d yellow star. and pam's d &lt;em&gt;starry queen&lt;/em&gt; coz she's d only one that got a bell tooos. so yea. mi phebe and shiyan are d &lt;em&gt;starry princesses&lt;/em&gt;. hahahas. phebe's &lt;em&gt;starryprincess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;. shiyan's &lt;em&gt;starryprincess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm &lt;em&gt;starryprincessTHREE&lt;/em&gt;. hahas. coz i'm d youngest among d 3 of us. so oh wells(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. then we're in d &lt;strong&gt;taitee gang&lt;/strong&gt; tooos. wif josiah winnie and joanne. so if both combine together. we're d &lt;em&gt;starry taitais&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHA. shiyan got that name for us(: lols. i simply loveee them! can rlyy make my day!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sisters-in-christ forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111070664326045021?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111070664326045021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111070664326045021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111070664326045021' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111053784451813109</id><published>2005-03-11T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T18:44:04.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>busy busy day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. studied lyk nuts for todae's geog retest. thank goodness it's over. just pray that i'll get full marks. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back progress card. wah lao. stupid bio test pull down my grade. and my chinese. damn disappointed larh. not used gettin below A1. it sucks. got so low for average. dun ask mi how much. i wont say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard miss lum's gettin engaged. well. congratulations to her=) such a nice lady. hahas. stupid pooopieTWO. dunnoe how to share his fooooood. tsktsk. shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much vj. thank you for giving us tons of homework. thank you for knowing that we cant cope wif them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trainin is not goood tooos. my serving. go and die laa. cant serve for nuts. made so many mistakes while playin match. idiot larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siighs. band gb and bb havin camp. school's gonna be crowded during d weekends. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111053784451813109?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111053784451813109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111053784451813109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111053784451813109' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111044190597474081</id><published>2005-03-10T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T16:05:05.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae was crazy. hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was pissed off by that siti woman in d mornin laa. someone wrote "bring cash or cheque tmr for payment." at d bottom still wrote "no edusave". and when we asked her. she shouted at us. mind you. shouted at us when we only asked her a que. she told us to read d whole thingg. and say that we never pay attention and stuff. i mean. IT WAS ON D BOARD HELLO??? we just asked her wad's wif it larh. ass. even if it was a mistake made by someone. does she have to shout as us. just tell us laa. scold us for wad. idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok great. i knew it had to go for chem remedial. coz i totally screwed up d paper yest. aiyah. dun rlyy care. just waste my tym only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths was hilarious laa. guess we totally went bonkers alrdy. okays. tell u guys something. from d beginning when vj started teachin abt d log thingyy. we nv pay attention at all. till now. HAHA. we're just too pro alrdy. continued doin our hmwk. HAHA. when we get d WRONG answer. we also laugh. got d right answer. also laugh. aiyah. we just laughed at d slightest thing. hahas. and vj went "girls..." hahas. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was ce. argh. see that blardy siti again. we were told to greet mr moomoo first coz they said they wanna show that we got more respect for him than for siti. so okays. greeted him first. HAHA. had class com meeting or whatever u call it laa. hahas. i dun want a class tee. i want a class cap! that's so cooool laa. but she said. u cant wear it in school and blah blah. lyk hello. we can wear it outside riight. nahh. dun even think she has d brains to think that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. when arnold was cleanin d board or something. ahlian and denise went pokpok. hahas. coz his hair looks lyk a rooster. but he dint hear. then i shouted a lil louder. and he turned arnd. but dint noe who called him. HAHA. we were laughin nonstop laa. okok. shant be mean anymore(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. well. that's all. gotta mug for geog retest now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111044190597474081?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111044190597474081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111044190597474081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111044190597474081' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111035704078060121</id><published>2005-03-09T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T16:30:40.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>booo. d 3 nutsy gurls finally left my house. whew! hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was alrightas usual. chem test sucks. it was supposed to be okay. but coz i spent an uber long tym on d dot and cross diagram. i had no tym to do my balancin equations ): sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school they came to my house. supposedly to do homework and stuff. but they reached my house at lyk 2.25? okays. we finished eating at 3. d tym they planned to go home. hahas. and nice plan cheong lilian. mi her and yeejean shared 3 packets of nooedles coz we wanted chilli but denise dint want. so okay. 3 packets of noodles. FOUR packets of chilli. well done lilian(: almost dieded larh. hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi and denise used my com awhile. email frenster blogs and normal stuff laa. hahahas. we were lyk lookin at frenster profiles and feelin sad for couples who broke up. hahas. whatever larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilian and yeejean were outside at d livin room. hahas. dunnoe wad lilian was doin. but teoyeejean. watching KIDS central??! okay larh. it's nice. coz sometyms i watch it tooos. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh-so-wonderful. my kitchen was lyk in a mess. compared to d way it normally looks laa. d wrappers unthrown. bits of uncooked noodles here and there. ants crawling on my cupboard. it's just so eeew laa. just give mi goosebumps only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. so after cleaning up. they left my house. cleaning up &lt;u&gt;excludes&lt;/u&gt; washin of d dishes. first tym washing so many at one go larh. stand till my back so pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometyms i feel lyk deleting my blog coz i'm so sick of bloggin. but sometyms i dun want. all mye sweet and sad moments inside. no. i'm not gonna throw it away(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111035704078060121?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111035704078060121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111035704078060121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111035704078060121' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111018825619681588</id><published>2005-03-07T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:37:36.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired. i'm seriously am. siighs. got a chem test on wed. and great. i forgot to bring home my chem book to study. freak. so i gotta burn midnight oil tmr i guess. again. nth new. and a geog re-test on fri. tell u. i'm gonna memorize lyk nuts larh. 100 percent riight. fuck larh. i'm feeling d pressure. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae school was alright larh. dun wanna elaborate more. too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111018825619681588?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111018825619681588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111018825619681588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111018825619681588' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-111012214799082822</id><published>2005-03-06T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:15:47.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to church as usual. as feelin so slpy lah. and that poopie2. dint go church. tsktsk. terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after after sunday school dint wait for phebe they all to go lunch wif them. rushed home to do homework. typed out d ans for sexy arul. hahahas. okok. gross. ya. so i was in d train going home larh. and there was this malay guy who kept on sayin that he's in d strait tyms. and told his fren to buy 4 of them to give to his gf his mum and blah. lyk wad la. and his attitude. ly some know-it-all. million bleahs to him. and he thinks by wearin sunglasses he'll look cool. no way! in d mrt?? be realistic la. there's NO sun in d mrt. roll eyes. hahas. poopie2 said it's pokpok in disguise. hahas. nahh. he was just joking. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home. used d com to type out d ans. yawn. boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my grandma's house coz it's her burfdae todae. and my dad. he thinks i dunnoe how to make my way there despite d fact that i've been there for lyk a gazillion tyms! was kinda irritated. bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stoned there as usual. reached home at arnd 10.10. hahas. then type my reflection paper before sending to karen kang. poopie2 calls her kangeroo. tsktsk. terrible. so ya. my 3rd reflection for this yr. and it's only d 1st term! hahas. same for denisec ahlian and yeejean tooos. hohoho. that's us(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. wells. there's nth more to blog alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-111012214799082822?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111012214799082822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/111012214799082822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111012214799082822' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110983787219151186</id><published>2005-03-03T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T16:20:58.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalalas. last night. or rather this morning. slept at close to 2am. have black rings arnd my eyes. eeek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. todae was alright.english. majority of d class dint do d homework. 37 out of 40 peeps. how's that? hurhur. so we have to write a reflection by next mondae. booo. our 3rd reflection since this year alrdy. wahahahas. terrible huh. oh wells.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog was alright. we were in charge of collecting d mindmaps as usual. hope karen kang gives us some credit for it. hurhur. perhaps some points??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem. oh man. i can just fall aslp larh. as usual. mdm mok's lesson. nth interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess. wahahahas. joel's soooo handsome!! hahahas. i admit. that's super old-fashion larh. but hahas. for d sake of sweets. i dun mind. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths. we were going crazy. laughin nonstop. we wanted to trick ppl by offering them "sweets". so LILIAN blew air inside d mentos wrapper. hahas. full of her saliva alrdy larh! and jeremy believed man. his expression was super hilarious larh. mouth opened big and so desperate for it. only when yeejean threw it to them and it landed on d floor. then they realized there was nth inside. hahas. and we couldnt stop laughin. then vj suddenly said. " can u girls stop laughin?". he wasnt lookin at us. but duuh. obvious that he was referrin to us riight. and that started a long talk from him again. sian. did our maths. do till so fustratiin larh. argh. hahas. but i was kinda. erm. enthu? despite d fact that i had only a few hours of sleep. HAHA. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce. mdm siti and mr moomoo came in. and we diint greet properly d first tym. 2nd tym also. then 3rd tym. we went. " goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood....". that was wad i did larh. but i heard some sayin " mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...". hurhur. then later we greeted properly. must be respectful okays! " good afternoon mdm siti and mr moooooooooooooooooooooooooo...". HAHAHA. poor mr kow. but he was smilin. hahas. lesson 12 and 13. ty ar. all anyhow ticked one. got pattern somemore okays. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then keyan who's in d leader for d team plannin our stall for d carnival. came up and did a presentation. showin pics or wad we can sell larh. and she was lyk. super fierce?? i think those who have been in d same class as her before might noe riight. hahas. even when mdm siti was talkin to us. and some of us were talkin and laughin. she still scolded us. wahh. i so scared ar. miss keyan scoldin us. HAHA. ya riight. roll eyes. even mr moomoo was givin that weird look at her. hahas. orbieeee. sticks out tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110983787219151186?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110983787219151186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110983787219151186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110983787219151186' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110977492313399870</id><published>2005-03-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T22:48:43.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghh. everyone is feeling so stressed up. sec 3 life. you suck. hmphh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back geog test. lyk f it man. got so blardy low. and sorry to yeejean for snappin at you. d class was so noisy. and i was tryin to hear lilian. and there u were. complaining that u have to re-take d test and that u got so low blah blah. i was feelin so pissed larh. i got lower. i sure am feelin worse than u. noise stress poor results. lyk fuck it larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d bball guys had their west zone finals todae. it was a very close match. sometyms they were ahead. sometyms we were. but we won eventually larh. but seriously. jurong bballers are much more shuaier than our school ones. sorry. no offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was uber hot there larh. siighss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who was once very very very close to me- my best fren, yet now, we're spending d least tym wif each other. why? thanks to sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110977492313399870?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110977492313399870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110977492313399870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110977492313399870' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110966546873643022</id><published>2005-03-01T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T16:24:28.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae was alright. arul's so sickening. hurhur. okok. enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. maths was er. scary. vj was super pissed wif shengxun. coz he caught him readin comics in class again. and he was tokin to d class and to him larh. and sx toked back. lyk wth. he's in d wrong. cant he just shut up? and vj started to shout at him. and sx just continue being rebellious. whole class was uber uber quiet larh. then he asked sx to stand at d back. i tell u. everything vj said. he just toked back larh. in d end. vj took him to see scott chew. but sad to say. they came back so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siighs. catherine lim came to our school to give us a tok larh. something lyk a tok. and i dint expect her to be lyk young. expected some 50 or 60 plus woman. ya anyways. andy's soo cute larh. and his face was uber red. hurhur. she threw chocs. and we dint get a single one. coz we were sitting right in front. and greedy wenwei had 3. unfair. and pokpok had 1. but threw it away. idiot. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siighs. i'm alone at home. i dun lyk. start to think abt last tym again. even my pesky bro is not home. but i want him home. at least there'll be someone to distract mi from thinking abt d past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siighs. i miss my big big nameless gang. when i waved to joonkiat todae when walkin to class. i suddenly had this feeling. i dunnoe how to describe it. but i miss him soo much. i miss everyone a hell lot. i'm still waitin for d day. d day when we will go out together again. but it's hard to get everyone together. yelyn's so busy. and. last tym it was becoz of d couples that most of us were together. now. siighs. dun tok abt it alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to frenster. saw his profile. only then did i realize that i miss him so much. but no. i dun have any feelings for him. it's just very sad that. we dun tok now. we dun sms. we dun even chat in msn. i rlyy miss d days when we used to chat on d fone a lot. and sms. does it mean that we have to be together to do all these? it's such a pity. now. i think that i'd rather be very very good frens wif someone then get together wif him. coz once we go our separate ways. it'll never be lyk before again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. gotta chiong homework. arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to do. so little tym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110966546873643022?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110966546873643022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110966546873643022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110966546873643022' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110958810781672080</id><published>2005-02-28T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:55:07.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck. chinese got b4. d lowest result i gotten for chinese before. super bu shuang. yes i noe others may get lower than mi. but. it's my result. i dun lyk it. how am i going to explain to my tuition tcher?? she's gonna push mi to work even harder. which is lyk. siaoness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siighs. todae d ex-sec4s toook back their olvl's result slips. saw many peeps crying. gave mi pressure. i'm so scared. arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were toking abt whether going to jc or poly is better. actually i think both have their advantages and disadvantages larh. i'm still not sure though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. chatting wif pokpok now. abt hairstyle. persuading him to change to a cooler hairstyle. hahahas. told him to leave long hair and tie a ponytail. and leave a moustacher. then sexy. wink. HAHAHAS. okok. i'm nuts(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. anyways. gtg go do geog homework. siaoness. so much. so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110958810781672080?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110958810781672080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110958810781672080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110958810781672080' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110940215855027319</id><published>2005-02-26T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T15:15:58.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghh. havin cramps. sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition. was super stoned. practically daydreamed thruout d whole 3 hours. and lilian yeejean they all? playing cs at limbang. how i envy them. they get to have fun. and i have to go for stupid tuition. arghh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110940215855027319?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110940215855027319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110940215855027319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110940215855027319' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110940066393944081</id><published>2005-02-26T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T14:51:03.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so not harping on old stuff. it's still present. i spend tym wif them during vball. i noe how it feels lyk. i'm not sayin that she is bad and that i dun lyk her and stuff. i'm just writing out how i feel. and i dint blog abt it only to start quarrels. i never put d blame on her. i admit that it's my fault. okays. i dun wanna be on bad terms wif anyone. please dun reply to this post. i dun want history to repeat itself. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110940066393944081?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110940066393944081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110940066393944081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110940066393944081' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110932997825021751</id><published>2005-02-25T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T14:58:53.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just reached home. had training todae. wasnt as tough as wed though. but my muscles still ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coach said after 2 weeks of training( 4 trainings). he'll split us up into 2 groups. team a and team b. team a will have 16 people. i rlyy wanna make it inside. gonna train very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been havin moodswings lately. and RAHHHHH. outbreak of pimples!! frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4 of us. 3 of them still in. i've been replaced. coz i'm not in d same class as them. she is. and she has alrdy replaced mi. these things no need to be spoken out. actions show everything. i admit i dun spend much tym wif them. but so what? d fact is that. i'm not in d same class as them. she is there all d tym. siighs. and she noes it tooos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110932997825021751?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110932997825021751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110932997825021751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110932997825021751' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110898478142604341</id><published>2005-02-21T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T19:19:41.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tryin not to blog about sad stuff anymore. i dun want my blog to be sad. guys. remind mi okays??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. todae was quite alright. uhhh. pe=big touble though. well. did warn up as usual. shuttle run. inclined pullup. then. running. d 4 of us as usual. tried escaping. wif fion and her gang this tym. well. we mangaed to halfway. we wanted to run to d toilet behind d canteen larh. but halfway met kc chan. we hid behind d pillar. hurhur. but he still caught us. and we quickly ran to d toilet larh. then kc followed us. but he stayed outside larh. duhh. and he was lyk. "girls, come out now." he said that a few tyms. finally. he was lyk. " girls, i count to 3. u all better come out now." and all of us immediately scarmbled out larh. on d wayy. i was takin out my earrings for fear of him catchin mi. and someone accidentally pushed mi! and i dropped one of them. couldnt find it ): so yea. kc was kinda angry. he said that was a serious matter. scared all of us larh. made us sit under d bridge there in one line. then wrote our name and class on a piece of paper. he told us to join in d runnin first and he would call us back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. so we did. practically walked all d way. and siti was super bu shuang lor. finally after 5 rounds we had to do 30 pushups coz we were late. whatever. only noe how to make us embarrassed. in front of everyone can! idiot. so yea. bell rang. kc came and find us. and toked to us. blah blah blah. saw that yeejean was lyk going to laugh larh. and i wanted to laugh tooos. but bit my lips. i mean. how to laugh liddat?? hurhur. managed to control in d end larh. siti toked to us for awhile tooos. blah. rubbish. everything she said. nonsense. since when was she so nice? hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no punishment. so heck care larh. was kinda fun though. everybody gettin punish together. wad's there to be afraid of?? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese test. wth. no tym to finish. other classes were makin so much noise larh. was in a bad mood. fuck larh. when tcher said only 5 mins more to go, i still had lyk 4 ques from compre to do. and somemore at d front. idiot. gonna do badly. and that's d last thing i needed. failed my bio test badly. hell. my chinese has been my best sub. and d sub that always helps mi to score. not gonna change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths. vj is on course this week. and relieve tcher mr taufik came in. gave us work to do. boo. hurhur. he's biggg. very bigg. hurhur. i dun wanna be big. i wanna be taaaaaaaaaaall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school. went to lot 1 first coz ahlian needed to buy stationaries. so yea. spent quite some tym there coz that gurl took such a looong tym to choose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to denisec's house after that. supposedly to do chem project. but dint in d end. ate instant noodles. yum! nicenice. hurhur. played hide and seek. hahas. i was hidin behind d curtain once and yeejean took such a long tym to find mi larh. does she noe how hot it is there??! perspired nonstop larh. hahas. she was saying that she could hear mi laughin but cant see mi. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to d playground to play blind mice and iceman. kinda boring. went up after awhile. oh yaa. weixuan joined us for awhile tooos. hmmm. went back to denisec's house. sat on d chair and listened to her mp3 before going home. i want either a mp3 or and ipod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110898478142604341?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110898478142604341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110898478142604341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110898478142604341' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110889482349277379</id><published>2005-02-20T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:20:23.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been replaced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110889482349277379?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110889482349277379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110889482349277379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110889482349277379' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110889011377516996</id><published>2005-02-20T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T17:01:53.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dun make mi cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read denisec's blog. totally agree wif wad she says. wad happened to us?? i miss bowling. i miss east coast. i miss everything abt our big big nameless gang. we hanged out a lot. but now. everyone's going their separate ways. couples. siighs. dun wish to say more. can we still go out lyk last tym?? regardless of wad's happenin now?? wad everyone needs now is to be free from worries, sadness. i dun wanna spend my last 2 yrs in school liddat. i dun want. we've been togetehr for 2 yrs plus. we ought to be stronger. not weaker and fall apart. even if we rlyy do. at least d memories will forever be wif us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness! wad's happenin to my blog?? it's full of sad things. nono. cannot. balance it wif some happy things. hmmm. gforce rocks as usual(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110889011377516996?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110889011377516996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110889011377516996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110889011377516996' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110882808891547943</id><published>2005-02-19T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T23:48:08.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just read denisey's blog. i feel so. distant from her.i dunnoe wad's goin on in her life. but i just wanna let her noe that i'll always be there for her. dun look back. it'll only hurt u even more. u dun look normal in school do u noe?? u've changed. to a quieter girl. that. is wad i noticed. u're no longer d bubbly cheerful girl i once noe. my goodness. i'm startin to think of d past. when we would always be together. worries-free. just bein happy and stuff. now. everyone's troubled. it's just no longer d same. we have our own different cliques. how i wish things would be d same as last tym. but everything changes. we have to get used to it. but why does it seem that everything's changin together??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had a quarrel wif my dad. i totally shouted back at him. i totally acted lyk a rebellious girl. there were tears in my eyes. but i just continued to be that way. i said things that hurt him. and my mom. he said he dint want to tok to mi anymore. i just told him he wasnt tokin to mi in d first place. he was tokin to himself. then i just went into my room and slammed my door. inside. i told myself not to cry. why should i cry coz of him. after awhile. he knocked on my door. only then did i start cryin. i was soo rude and impolite to him- totally opposite of wad a fillial daughter would do. and he. just gave in to mi. i rlyy regretted my actions and my words. i ignored him. he just kept knockin. but i just refused to open my door. he used d key to open my door. xame in and told mi not to be lyk him. he noes wad it's lyk when u lose ure temper. not to follow him.i just started cryin. he left d room. i hate myself! why do i have to be lyk this. i dun lyk myself. i detest myself. i'm lyk d worst daughter and parent could have on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tests tests tests. all d tests comin at one go. chinese test. dint have tym to revise finish durin chinese tuition. i'm prepared to do badly this tym. my tcher also told mi that sec 3 is very different from sec 1 and 2. even chailing. my tuition fren. who always gets A1 for her chinese. got an A2. it rlyy shows how tough it is. siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest was fun. quite alright. dun wanna elaborate more. not in d mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110882808891547943?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110882808891547943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110882808891547943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110882808891547943' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110863082449647836</id><published>2005-02-17T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T17:00:24.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunnoe how to do maths. i just suck in it larh. i still have so many exercises to do. dunnoe wad happened. i just broke down. cant take it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110863082449647836?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110863082449647836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110863082449647836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110863082449647836' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110862768552503580</id><published>2005-02-17T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T16:08:05.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pms. moodswings. hate it. hate it when my frens suffer coz of mi. will it go away??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate mdm siti. i seriously do. she asked mi to stand to voice out my idea for d class video thingy. and i wasnt feelin too well. had a lil headache. and she just kept tellin mi to. when i dint want. she told d class that we should not be selfish blah blah blah. wtf. and for d stall thingy. whatever it is called larh. she nominated ppl to be d team members and a leader. she dint even ask for d person's consent. mrs chua and mrs selvan will do that. i just cant stand her. she says if we dun cooperate. she'll do it her way. she is alrdy doin it her way. cant stand her. i seriously cant. not when i'm not in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vj's lesson. arghh. headache! freak laa. my maths suck. hate everything laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to lot1 after school. wif denisec ahlian and yeejean. yeejean left first though. coz she was meetin someone and she was alrdy late. so yea. after buyin our things. we went to kfc and shared a popcorn chicken meal. and NO. i am so not on diet lor stupid pok pok. 2 bucks each. siighs. loveee them loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometyms. i just cant stand that person. yet i loveee her tooos. siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just not in a good mood. leave mi alonee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110862768552503580?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110862768552503580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110862768552503580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110862768552503580' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110856531696871960</id><published>2005-02-16T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:48:36.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae was borin. mdm mok's lyk cork eye la. mi and denisec sittin together. and she caught denise for not doin her homework. i dint do as well. and she dint catch mi. hurhur. blur pig. but noe punishment larh. so who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chi lesson. had &lt;em&gt;ting xie&lt;/em&gt;. 25 words. and hurhur. one word. dun have d &lt;em&gt;cao zi tou&lt;/em&gt;. but i thot i heard theresa sae have. so i added it. and man. wrong):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went to yeejean's house to do chem project. ate instant noodles there. yum. ate d errr. dunnoe wad. some spicy spicy noodles. rocks cann. hurhur(: they ate chicken and abalone one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. i dint noe her sis came home alrdy. and we kinda made alot of noise. and her sis was super &lt;em&gt;bu shuang&lt;/em&gt; larh. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was uber sleepy there cann. halfway thru d discussion. eugene and mingyang came. then while yeejean went to open d door for them. mi lilian and denise went to hide in d kitchen. wanted to hide in d toilet. but then lilian was wearin her socks larh. we almost wanted to carry her. hurhur. and we were makin more noise. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loveee our project. just hope mdm mok will allow us to play it. prays hard. hurhur(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left her hse at arnd 4.35?? yea. dunnoe why. dint wait for bus300 to come. walked to d lrt station instead. no. only mi. felt lyk bein alone for awhile. dunnoe why. reached home at 5.10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes! that stupid leong liar. tsktsk. anyways. dun feel lyk bloggin alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110856531696871960?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110856531696871960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110856531696871960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110856531696871960' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110845385278309581</id><published>2005-02-15T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:50:52.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. todae i'm home early. first tym huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae was quite alright. bio test. think i'm gonna fail. sniffles. and maths. stress can!! got one tym i was lookin at yeejean's paper. and i THOT mine was diff. then i just went lyk. " isnt it supposed to be 16?!". and i dint expect it to come out soo loud. oops. everyone practically turned and looked at mi larh. vj tooos. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school. hurhur. denisec and eugene were fighting usin erm. feather dusters. broom. d dustpan. issit called a dustpan anyways?? ya. hahahas. damn funny larh. and that wenwei. laugh damn loud larh. and his whole face turned red! tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to lot 1 wif yeejean. awwww. that sweetie. accompanied mi. hahas. she's damn lame can. she was tellin mi guys who wanna act cool should cry. coz they'll feel cool. and i told her. i thot they should feel hot instead?? and she said. liddat good. hot and sexy. that gurl. tskk. hahas. then we walked past d magazine stall at d interchange. and there were a few mags who had gurls in bikinis on d frontcover. and she told mi to look. that horny gurl. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she took bus 300. and told mi to sit wif her. said that it would past delasalle pri school. nonsense la. i've taken that bus so many tyms and it doesnt even drive near yew tee larh. hahas. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110845385278309581?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110845385278309581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110845385278309581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110845385278309581' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110837864543960897</id><published>2005-02-14T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T18:57:25.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1q5xg6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's our harrt. hurhur. okok. i'm not a good photographer ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave d flowers to my darlings alrdy. some were comin loose. hope they at least last for awhile =x ohh. thanks to everyone who gave mi v's gift. love u guys loads. muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1q5xtc" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's mine and denisec's flowers. arent they lovely?? yelyn gave us de. mine's yellow and denisec's red. hahas. once again. i'm not a good photographer(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110837864543960897?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110837864543960897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110837864543960897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110837864543960897' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110837748902378408</id><published>2005-02-14T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T18:48:46.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pmsing pmsing pmsing. fuck fuck fuck. hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get sensitive. &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt;-sensitive during this period. very emotional. i dun lyk. this totally sucks. fuck. sorry denisec. i was kinda dao to you for awhile just now. sorry man. hope ya understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons were alright todae larh. we had this experiment durin bio. so duuh. went to d lab. and there was this agar. supposed to cut them into diff specific sizes and tym how long each of them take to turn totally pink in dilute hydrochlorate acid. it was green at first. hahas. then d rest of d agar. mi and yeejean chopped them up into &lt;em&gt;chao&lt;/em&gt; small pieces larh. and put d acid over them. till all turned pink(: then we spread them out. hahas. mr arul walked arnd to give us d marker to write our name. and he helped us form it into a harrt shape. so nicee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese was boring boring boring. oh ya. something happened. shant say. siighs):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh. pe. 1st period we went to d hall. to sign up for wad events to take part on sports hits. dint want to. but got cca points. so heck. signed up for 100m. hope i dont fall on that day. cross fingers. coz i tend to fall when i run fast. hurhur. call mi clumsy or whatever. i dun care. and great. mr sexy chan had to come and asked. "where's eunice??". my goodness. she told mi to join d 4x100 relay. i dun want! he said wad since i'm running for 100m. why dont i join that as well. and he start toking non-stop. wasnt even payin attention. grrr. agreed in d end. might back out at d last minute. hurhur. dun care(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd period. went to run at d field. mdm siti never fails to make us run every pe lesson. this tym she set a tym limit-12min. see how many rounds we can run. hurhur. managed to run all 7 rounds in 11.53min. but. it's actually 7 and a half riights?? oh no. not good. shakes head. siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had drama. dint do our hmwk. so had to do there. 2 themes. i wrote 1 on my wad happened in my life early this year. siighs. just wrote it down. dunnoe why tooos. 2nd theme was just nonsense. wrote it just for d sake of writin it. dint even give a damn about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to macs to eat wif d 28 gang. same ppl larh. dint tok much. siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow. i feel lonely. left out. no. i dun wanna this affect our relationship again. i dun want history to repeat itself. &lt;em&gt;hao bu rong yi&lt;/em&gt; we got over all awkwardness and come together again. i dun want anything to happen again. but why do i feel this way?? siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just leave mi alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110837748902378408?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110837748902378408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110837748902378408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110837748902378408' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110828463134041420</id><published>2005-02-13T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T16:50:31.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man. todae was crap larh. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. as usual. had church. after church and ci and blahx. went to khatib MRT STATION to take our lunch. mi phebe annie lydia. hahas. we went to shop n save and bought 2 chickens. cooked alrdy laa. asked d man cut each into 4 pieces. hahas. pro riight?? honey and black pepper chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. went to d back of d station to eat. d stairs there. ppl walkin past were lyk practically starin or looking larh. so embarrassing. hahas. and our hands. so phreakin oily can!! hahas. mmm. d honey chicken is soooo much better. dint eat d skin. too fattening. hurhur. quite worth it. coz we were kinda full after that. 3 bucks per person for lunch is quite worth it riight?? hahas. shall do that more often. nono. i changed my mind. too fattening (: heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. while we were at shop n save choosing our chickens. we saw this thing larh. it looks lyk a sausage. but it's white. so so so much thicker and bigger. hahas. and i told annie. " it looks lyk those things u eat at fearfactor. cow's penis or wad." hahas. annie said it's more lyk intestine. hurhur. crap laa. bet that would spoil anyone's appetite if he or she intended to eat it. wahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jurong point after that to buy v's day presents for my darlings. hahas. just something simple. hope they lyk it. hahas (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110828463134041420?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110828463134041420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110828463134041420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110828463134041420' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110821911282940328</id><published>2005-02-12T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:38:32.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrights. went to d uncle ringo's funfair wif denisec lilian yeejean jieyong joel eugene and bingwey. i tell u. GFORCE ROCKS! sat it twice. d tallest ride there. wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. wells. met jieyong and denisec and yew tee first. and ahem! i was d first okays! early huh. hahas. and some freak said wad. dun lyk ppl waiting for him. coz he'll feel guilty blah blah blah. in d end. was d last one to arrive. lalalas. jam?? excuses ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to meet d rest at woodlands at 6. hohoho. joel came not long after us. and. lilian they all. almost half an hour late. hahas. while waiting for them we were makin so much noise larh. then got one tym. denise raised her leg. lyk kickin d air liddat. and one woman walked past and she was lyk. tsktsktsk. hahas. whatever. maybe coz she thot denise was wearin a skirt. nono. she was wearing a skirt-cum-shorts. hahas. whatever. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. met feng and xianshi tooos. hahas. after they left. xianshi msged mi and told mi to go for GFORCE. mann. it simply rocks larh! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally lilian they all arrived. entrace fee's 2 bucks. oohhh. i token's 2.50 bucks. hahas. sat d rollercoaster first. spent 7.50. everytym it turns riight. then coz d track abovce seems so low. the i kept thinkin that i would hit my head larh. nonsense. hahas. quite alright larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. lilian and denise wanted to sit some ride thingyy. then asked jieyong and joel to accompany them. hahas. bingwey and eugene dint sit any rides yet. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. they were still standing there discussing toking and stuff. so mi and yeejean heck care. went to sit GFORCE. at first it was scary. after that used to it le. lyk when u're upside down. it's lyk walkin on d sky. hahas. okays. nvms ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalas. after that wad ar?? ohh. erm. we sat again. coz d guys wanted to sit. except for joel laa. then mi and yeejean wanted to sit again ma. so yar. 30 bucks on this ride!!! faints. so yea. this tym lilian also sat. denise dint. she dint dare to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yar. i sat wif yeejean. jieyong sat wif bingwey. and lilian and eugene sat together. awwww. hahas. rocks! this tym was much faster than d first tym mi and yeejean sat laa. it came to d bottom after d first round. we were lyk almost parallel to d ground cann. hahas. and i screamed a hell lot! yea. it was fun. just that my throat hurts a lil now. hehss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to sit d ghost ride thingyy. but they dint want to. so dint lor. went to macs at causeway. bought a cup of drink only. despite d fact that i dint take my 3 meals. hahas. pro riight?? ty ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after that. hahas. thank you ah lian for ure gift! muacks. love ya [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110821911282940328?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110821911282940328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110821911282940328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110821911282940328' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110813422610810316</id><published>2005-02-11T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:03:46.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. i dunnoe if i should have read ure blog anot. but i did. i'm sorry for hurtin you. sorry for all d pain u've been feelin all this while. i dunnoe if u'll be readin this. but i hope u will be. and no. i'm not fallin for anyone. i dun want. lyk u. i dun wanna care abt BGR anymore. coz i wanna concentrate on my studies. and. d big big nameless gang is still there. we will still go out someday. when everyone's somehow free. and if they want to. plz dun tell mi anyone's out. i dun want anyone to be out. i wanna go bowling! i miss bowling. i miss u guys loads. plz dun let anything come between us. please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110813422610810316?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110813422610810316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110813422610810316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110813422610810316' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110813350255817886</id><published>2005-02-11T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T22:51:42.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my leg hurts. it seriously does. arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel lyk bloggin. but dunnoe wad to blog at d same tym. man. my damn moodswings are back. always scoldin ppl and regrettin after that. fuck. hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played vball todae. hate it hate it hate it. just wth is wrong wif mi?? i dunnoee. arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl say ignorance is bliss. i agree. if only i am ignorant about it. why did i have to noe?? i dun wanna noe about it! i dun wanna feel awkward towards anyone. siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110813350255817886?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110813350255817886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110813350255817886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110813350255817886' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110796109237261495</id><published>2005-02-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T22:58:12.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's chinese new yr. and nope. i wasnt lookin forward to it. just cant wait for it to be over. seein red everywhere. arghh. walkin angbaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest was new yr's eve. went to causeway point after school wif denisec ahlian and teoyeejean. oh yaa. had 5 periods of lesson in d morning. and wonderfully. 4 periods were taken up by maths. and thruout d 4 periods. vj was just goin arnd giving "private tuitions" for ppl. and d rest. toking playin tokin playing. we aint different tooos. played guess d number. whoever guessed it. gotta do a dare. okays. so denisec and yeejean have to do 5 dares?? ahlian have to do 4 and mi 3. hahas. whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. so we went to causeway. coz ahlian needed to buy a skirt to match her top which she had alrdy bought. last minute shopping. tsktsk. and i found out something. u seriously need loadsa patience to shop wif her. man. she's lyk so fussy larh. hahas. not rlyy laa. she said her mom's worse. hahas. wad can i say?? lyk mother lyk daughter. hahas. no larh. coz we got to buy some stuff tooos. earrings only though. denisec bought 1 pair i bought 2. poor yeejean. no money?? dunnoee =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reunion dinner. totally stoned at my grandma's house larh. coz i'm not close to my cousins. quite alright larh d food. and after that. i was tryin to watch d tv. and my younger cousins were cyclin in d house. arnd and arnd and arnd. arghh. and d men were tokin so loudly. wanted to lyk explode. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. and plonk. fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. woke up at 10plus. went to my grandma's house. oh ya. in d bus. there was this family larh. kids adults old woman. and they were makin so much noise. that old woman. shoutin here and there. and she was just BEHIND MI. grrr. wtf laa. i need some peace please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there. collected angbaos ((: watched tv. stayed till 3.30pm then went to my other grandma's house. ohhh. i lovee an angbao my 3rd aunt gave mi and my bro. hahas. it has lyk a pocket outside. and. aiyah. dunnoe how to explain. hahas ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda pissed for awhile there. shant say. got over it after awhile though. dun ask mi why. i wont tell u. and d women there were noisy this tym. couldnt watch ami in peace. EXCUSE MI. CAN I HAVE SOME PEACE?? grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm pmsin or wad. i'm just feelin moody these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110796109237261495?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110796109237261495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110796109237261495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110796109237261495' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110784713655788361</id><published>2005-02-08T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T15:18:56.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw you, you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110784713655788361?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110784713655788361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110784713655788361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110784713655788361' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110769916607949306</id><published>2005-02-06T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:12:46.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. man. yest was so fun! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. had tuition in d mornin. and tcher wasnt feeling well. coz of d stupid flur virus that is arnd. and she went to her room and rested. her son took over her place larh. he wasnt allowed to do his homework. except to sit there. just lyk wad she normally does. hahas. he looked bored. hahas. whatever laa. tuition's so boring. shant elaborate much on it ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. bathed. changed. and went to aunty tiew yah's hse wif my mum. met phebe at bukit batok mrt station. hahas. went there. aunty tiew yah was just getting ready to step out of d hse. and wow. so many things to be carried. hahas. for d steamboat. and while everybody was helpin. d 2 princesses-shiyan and liyan, were still findin their shoes and stuff. hahas. so heavy. somemore i had to carry d big plastic bag which contained d gifts of appreciation. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty peck wan gave us a lift. mi and liyan sat right at d back. cramped wif d food and stuff. wif d sun shinin BRIGHTLY on us. and d loooongg journey. can sure make one puke. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was soo late for ks laa. reached there just as they were abt to break into our bs groups. and we were lyk d only ones wearing skirts. except for liyan larh. hahas. but they changed into nicer clothings later larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. my first bs meetin for this yr. dint prepare d bs homework though aaron reminded mi before i came to church. dint dare to put my booklet on d table larh. hahas. it was quite alright larh. dint noe how to ans d ques larh! so embarrassing. siighs. nvms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner started at 7 plus. before that. some guys went to play soccer. then d rest of ks stayed in church and played some games. and an exaltation from uncle johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. it was dinnertym!!! yea! was in celestine's group. which consisted of jere diana mi timquek justin my bro and supposedly paul. but he joined another table. cheryl joined us. whee! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. at first i thot that d meat was lyk cooked larh. then i put it in my mouth. chew chew chew. and yuck! it wasnt cooked yet larh! raw meat. eeww! almost wanted to puke. seriously larh. disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. after that. cleaning up tym!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. bw's burfdae. so some of them surprised him wif a burfdae cake. d lights were switched off. and we started singin happy burfdae to him. hahas. so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. jema mi cheryl shiyan. hmmm. anymore?? i dun think so laa. so okays. we were standin in one circle. then we started singin wif actions larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we put our left leg in, we put our left leg out..." hahas. try tongue xD&lt;br /&gt;"we put our tongue in, we put our tongue out..." seriously. we had a hard tym singin. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. a diff one! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"asssss... we... &lt;strong&gt;walk&lt;/strong&gt; to d left, as we &lt;strong&gt;walk&lt;/strong&gt; to d right. as we &lt;strong&gt;walk&lt;/strong&gt;, as we &lt;strong&gt;walk&lt;/strong&gt;, as we &lt;strong&gt;walk&lt;/strong&gt; all night. wif a heel and a toe, and a halfff turn arnd. wif a heel and a toe, and a new friend found! " -BEAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we started to to ppl. lyk.&lt;br /&gt;"asssss... we... &lt;strong&gt;justin&lt;/strong&gt; to d left, as we &lt;strong&gt;justin &lt;/strong&gt;to d right. as we &lt;strong&gt;justin&lt;/strong&gt;, as we &lt;strong&gt;justin&lt;/strong&gt;, as we &lt;strong&gt;justin&lt;/strong&gt; all night. wif a heel and a toe, and a halfff turn arnd. wif a heel and a toe, and a new friend found! " wheee. we were sooo high!! hahas. that's was many ppl commented ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. fun fun fun larh. after that. hom sweet home ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. as for todae. went to church as usual. then after sunday school class i was supposed to meet up wif yelyn and d rest at orchard for wilfred's "makeover". but decided not to go at d last minute. dint feel lyk. -shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch wif shiyan and liyan only. coz we wanted to go to northpoint for lunch. btu d rest who were going back to church went to a nearby coffeeshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate delifrance. quiteee alright larh. wasted loadsa food. hehss. d hot choc was nice. but a lil tooo thick and sweet. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to this jewellery shop. or rather. accessories shop. man. simply lovee d things there larh. kinda ex though. but they are so pretty!! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to macs where liyan bought her currrrrlyfries ((: koped some. hahas. not bad. prefer eatin it without any sauce. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. bathed. changed. went to aunty's hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh my goodness. an ipod is oh-so-cool. hahas. nicenice. julia has it. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evangeline went too!! so long dint see her. she has grown so much larh. taller. oh no. she'll be taller than mi. -crys. and oh ya. her eyes are so mesmerizing ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. went home after dinner. miss aunty sooo much. but i'll be seein her soon. hahas. coz she's helpin mi alter my skirts and pants. so yeps. cant wait to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. enough of bloggin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110769916607949306?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110769916607949306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110769916607949306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110769916607949306' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110734385429798613</id><published>2005-02-02T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T19:30:54.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i promise to be there for u. now and always. when u need a shoulder to cry on, i promise mine. when u need a listening ear to pour out ure sorrows, i promise mine. dun think too much. i love you my dear. cheer up okays?? i want back d old denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, for denise&lt;strong&gt;yang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110734385429798613?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110734385429798613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110734385429798613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110734385429798613' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110726962387179274</id><published>2005-02-01T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T22:53:43.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here to blog. nth much todae. just that had 4 periods of maths. Amaths. and we played truth or dare. making so much noise larh. mr vj was practically lookin at us 3/4 of d tym. who heck care laa. just continued. and surprisingly. that keyan dint tell us to keep quiet. surprise huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch finding neverland wif theresa after school at west mall. seriously. i almost dozed off at d beginning of a show larh. coz there was just too much toking. and i just finished school. where tchers tok nonstop. d last thing i need is ppl just toking nonstop without any excitement. but it's nice larh. sad that d woman dieded. wahahas. tears welled up. but nope. dint fall. -grin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mann! i love d happy house watch. i love it i love it i love it!!! siighs. i'm dreaming of it now. actually. i kinda forgot how it rlyy looks lyk alrdy. but i noe i love it. so sad. burfdae still dunnoe how many months away. hehss. valentine. hahas. nah. siaoness laa mi. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is NOT normal. we want things back in order. back to d way it was. but there's just this awkwardness among everyone. not those from d same class though. siighs. dunnoe laa. just. siighs. nth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. i'm gonna survive on 2 bucks per day! just 2 bucks! hahas. joinin lilian and yeejean. -beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. just thot over some things. from last tyms. and made some decisions. i'll rlyy try not to get into another relationship alrdy. coz at this age i'm still not sure of my feelings. dun wanna history to repeat itself. but it all depends. siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110726962387179274?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110726962387179274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110726962387179274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110726962387179274' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110707573771008644</id><published>2005-01-30T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T17:02:17.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed blogskin again. i seem to change my blgoskins more often than i blog huh. anyways. i'm bored at home. thanks to someone. lalalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe it. i had a fever yest. siighs. and i'm still having my irritatin sorethroat. siighs. havent do my homework yet. dun feel lyk doin tooos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dint go church todae. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's gettin boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110707573771008644?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110707573771008644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110707573771008644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110707573771008644' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110682362049565299</id><published>2005-01-27T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T19:00:20.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's d tym of d month again. wells. i'm glad that it's here. no need to keep on fearing that i'll suddenly have it out of d blue during school hrs. but it's so damn uncomfortable can. argh. and todae. nvms. so embarrassing if i'm gonna say it. thanks to denisec and lilian ar. wahahahas. and yeejean. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae was boring. everydae is boring larh. no diff. wells. as usual. we bought sweets for d 3 consecutive periods of math. yay. we were prepared. and. we hid them in a ringfile again. hahas. lilan's file must be filled wif sugar now. okok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. he saw us eatin a few tyms. but ignore us. anyways. i dint noe this until denisec told mi after school larh. i was takin a sweet out. and i dint noe mr vj was just standing right behind mi and looking at wad i was doin laa. she whispered my name at mi. blame mi for being bimbotic[[ wad theresa called mi]]. i just replied a "wad?". and popped d sweet into my mouth. hahas. but whew! he just walked away. hahas. now he noes our secret of hiding sweets in d file le! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to denisec's house after school wif theresa before goin to cck stadium to watch a b girls match. quite a no. of ppl were there. eva was there tooos. played against bukit view. we won d first round by quite a lot. but d second rounf was very close. 24to26. we won larh.  but coach wasnt happy wif their performance. and they noe it themselves tooos. coz they made lotsa mistakes. but nvms. we learn from our mistakes. -SMILES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read her blog. yes. that was exactly how i felt last tym. hurt. left out. alone. and noone was there for u. u wont noe how it feels unless u feel it for ureself. they dunnoe. so guess they just dunnoe how we are feelin and just walk away. will things go back to d way it was last tym?? i pray that it will. but. it's tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tokin to everyone now. except for her. why issit lyk this?? i love her. i rlyy cherish d memories we shared. we were there for each other. but now. we each have our own life. we have not tok, sms or any other ways of communication for lyk. weeks?? siighs. but no matter wad. i still love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110682362049565299?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110682362049565299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110682362049565299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110682362049565299' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110665037711193755</id><published>2005-01-25T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T18:52:57.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>d sec 2s won nanyang on their last match. hope they'll beat jurong tmr. though it's tough. but it's not impossible. just try their best. and who noes. they may win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to d bball match yest. as usual. they won. by so much. how pathetic can fss get?? anyways. hope they'll be champs this yr again. hehss. maybe even meet cheung cheng high at d finals. oh wells. it's still a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's stagnant now. i'm out. out of a grp alrdy. even benedict asked mi why wasnt i wif them. kinda obvious ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give mi a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110665037711193755?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110665037711193755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110665037711193755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110665037711193755' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110639985830555678</id><published>2005-01-22T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T21:17:38.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that entry wasnt pointing at YOU only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for bein so harsh when i dint mean to be harsh at all in my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for letting mi noe that i'm makin everything worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for lettin mi noe that u asked mi many tyms wad was wrong. how many tyms actually??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for lettin mi noe that i'm a gurl that will just scold ppl when they ask mi wad's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for lettin mi noe that u thot i dint tell u all that i wont be meetin u guys at d canteen. excuse mi. i msged theresa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DINT tell them anything. i wrote in my blog. if u were mi. u would keep ure thots somewhere tooos. maybe just in ure heart. but i just wanted to write down my thots somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot dun admit. i cried. i cried after readin wad u wrote. i dint expect it to be so harsh. fine. i apologise. i'm sorry. i shouldnt have done all those things. my fault. i'm sorry. i'm sorry for makin things worse. i'm sorry for throwin my tantrums. i noe whatever i say will be rebutted. i dun wanna sae more. i nv said i wanted u guys to beg mi or wad. since i'm making things worse. since u guys are feeling so fcuked up of everything coz of mi. i shall just leave kays. everyone back to their happy self. ignore my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110639985830555678?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110639985830555678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110639985830555678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110639985830555678' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110632192362906978</id><published>2005-01-21T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:38:43.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes. everything's changing. i dunnoe why. maybe coz i'm pms-ing. it's partly my fault. but not totally. i mean. i dunnoe larh. i'm just so fcuked up by everything kays. even before d quarrels started. i was alrdy feelin out of place. yet i still have to put on a smile and pretend that everything's normal. when things are not. i'm NOT okay. who can i trust now?? who can be there for mi??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna leave d shoegals tooos. but d insecurity i feel. is makin mi drift further away from d group. even if i dun want tooos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun u noe how it feels?? to feel left out and stuff?? it's not d first tym. i dun only feel this way now. not only recently. u guys have one another. i'm on my own. it's one against 5. do u noe how i feel?? i dun have anyone. i'm all alone. i'm lost. i need someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tear-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110632192362906978?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110632192362906978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110632192362906978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110632192362906978' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110588194963719263</id><published>2005-01-16T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T21:25:49.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>siighs. i feel so bad after reading his blog. it's all my fault. i'm so sorry. siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110588194963719263?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110588194963719263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110588194963719263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110588194963719263' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110579755837974520</id><published>2005-01-15T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T21:59:18.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a harrtbreaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get lostt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110579755837974520?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110579755837974520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110579755837974520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110579755837974520' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110570770418314914</id><published>2005-01-14T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T21:01:44.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>siighs. i'm feeling troubled?? i dunnoee. i feel left out. maybe that's coz i'm not in a good mood. left out. siighs. i wont say anything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rlyy need someone who i can tell my problems to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need you. no, not you. d other you. yes. i need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110570770418314914?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110570770418314914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110570770418314914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110570770418314914' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110570482868258300</id><published>2005-01-14T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T20:13:48.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>siighs. not in a good mood todae. throwing tantrums. showing black face. sorry to those who might have been offended. pms-ing i guess. -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so irritated by everything larh. everything pisses mi off. siighs. and i hafta go back to school tmr. coz i left my homework file and my orange file under my desk. stupid. anyways. should be going out wif dy they all tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta take dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110570482868258300?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110570482868258300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110570482868258300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110570482868258300' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110527622161823619</id><published>2005-01-09T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T21:10:21.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had church todae. was quite alright. just that uncle chin nam's a lil boring. went to cut my hair todae. and now i look lyk a boy. my fringe's lyk so short! nvms. it'll grow back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u guys are not my enemies. just that after all that happened. i dunnoe how to lyk. face u guys?? but trust mi. i rlyy cherish d frenship we built over d years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110527622161823619?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110527622161823619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110527622161823619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110527622161823619' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110519035552106605</id><published>2005-01-08T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T21:19:15.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd tym bloggin. just wanna blog abt wad i feel. about d both of us. somehow. i dun feel close to him anymore. unlyk last tym. have i made d wrong decision?? i dunnoee. i rlyy dunnoee. i need someone to tok to. but who can i find? siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110519035552106605?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110519035552106605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110519035552106605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110519035552106605' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110518679142618921</id><published>2005-01-08T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T20:19:51.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. 2nd tym bloggin todae. just came back from ks anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to joanne's hse first. then met winnie and yew tee mrt station. then waited for phebe lydia and phebe's fren. sharmane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a taxi from khatib to church. there was lyk 6 of us. then when we saw d cab we just went in larh. dun care. and d uncle dint even ask anything lor. hahas. so heck care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were a lil late. saw her there. and we were practically daoing each other larh. and for d ver first tym. i dun care. i used to get very affected by d fact that somebody's daoing mi. coz i dun lyk that feeling. but now. i dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d play was so nice. very funnie. and d powerpoint slide. rlyy miss ks retreat a lot. but it has brought mi tears tooos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home wif winnie after refreshments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has hurt mi once. i wont let her hurt mi twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110518679142618921?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110518679142618921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110518679142618921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110518679142618921' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110516153329675450</id><published>2005-01-08T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T13:18:53.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. havent blogged for so long le. maybe coz i was kinda lazy larh. school just started. gotta get use to my new class. without d 6 of us together. but it's alright after all. not that i'm happy without them larh. even if i'm not. gotta accept it riight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. we are allowed to form our own groups. of 4. so mi denisec lilian and yeejean form 1 group. and mann. lilian and yeejean are such nice ppl larh. always luffing and crapping wif them in class. hahas. and mr VJ couldnt stop us! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stupid denisec and lilan kept on singing their stupid+lame songs in class. and yeejean got infected tooos! and started singing wif them. hahas. and they're still tryin to get mi infected tooos. but not yet. hehss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr arul's so funnie larh. hahas. he's our bio tcher. that tym brought us down to see some plants. hahas. noe wad. i kept on looking at his moustache larh. it's so damn thick. it's black and white. and it kinda covers his upper lip. i mean. how in d world does he eat without dirtying it?? hahas. nvms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact. all d tchers teaching us are quite alright. not d rlyy fierce kind. hahas. and mdm siti for our form tcher?? hmmm. wad a blur one =P hehss. and mrs kang's uber particuler abt tym. whatever we do. she'll definitely give a tym limit. and a whistle. hahas. which produce a sound which normal whistles do not produce. a. cute sound i would sae. hahas. and it looks lyk a dragonfly. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. later's ks anniversary and i gotta be in chruch by 3.30. nth more to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110516153329675450?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110516153329675450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110516153329675450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110516153329675450' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110467590140032652</id><published>2005-01-02T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T22:25:01.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks for letting mi noe that u dislike mi that much. dun blame her for saying out. she did not do it on purpose. and it was mi who kept asking her. but u noe wad. i dun care. just when i started to forget abt ure hurtful actions towards mi. i heard all these things. i pretended that i dunnoe anything. that during d bangkok trip everything was okay. but no. u think i'm that stupid? well. u are so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110467590140032652?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110467590140032652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110467590140032652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110467590140032652' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110438149391604115</id><published>2004-12-30T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T12:38:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. came back from ks retreat yesterdae. came back and slept till this morning. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shant tok abt  laa. it's fun. d games. d sleepovers. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont enjoy it at d same tym. some things are best unspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110438149391604115?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110438149391604115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110438149391604115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110438149391604115' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110381517604580360</id><published>2004-12-23T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T23:19:36.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yahh! forgot to sayy abt our school hall. d floor. it looks as though it has been waxed! damn shiny larh. hahas. and d big big eagle in front looks super seductive. wif that banner thingyy. hahas. that's all bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110381517604580360?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110381517604580360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110381517604580360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110381517604580360' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110381335809154598</id><published>2004-12-23T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T22:57:23.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hii. dint have training todae. and am i glad. dunnoe whether i havent gone to training for decades or wad. my muscles are aching. badly! and we dint even do any PT. goodness. am i that weak?? hahas. nvms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trained under d sun yest. at d upper court. coz we couldnt use d hall yet. so oh wells. thanks to mr teo for helping us wif d setting of d net. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training under d sun is no good. maybe coz we're not used to it bah. felt lyk fainting. arghh. sucks. and. pity those peeps who ran 6 rounds arnd d field. supposed to be 3 rounds only. but. nvms. shant mention d cause of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mann. my everything lyk deproved larh. EVERYTHING! siighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after training. sat at d canteen for awhile. d guys were having a match against republic poly. then it was d gurls' turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to d pasar malam. hahas. poor denisey. wanted to eat d sharksfin soup. but d stall wasnt opened yet. hahas. then she and mi bought cupcorn. asked d uncle to add more butter and salt. and rlyy added A LOT! hahas. but it tasted okay larh. nice. -thumbs up-. hehss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to 7eleven after that. huimin ate cup noodles. sheena ate spaghetti. and. i was so tempted by sheena's spaghetti. i decided to eat it tooos. so yeps. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. and i tried pepsi&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! hahas. quiteee alright larh. theresa tried pepsi &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ICE&lt;/span&gt;! hahas. i tried it tooos. and. i thot it tasted lyk detergent! hahas. and denisey took 7up. hahas. coz it's lyk 3 for 2bucks? so buy larh! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalas. went to to school. practically stoned larh. just sat there. and stoned. hahas. and i was playing wif theresa's fone!! taking videos. lalalas. so funn. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after awhile. and slept. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. as for todae. ((: was supposed to go out wif our nameless gang in d afternoon. but in d morning yelyn msged mi and told mi that she wont be going. sue to some laziness. hahas. so it was left wif mi denisey joonkiat huimin and xianshi. and i would be so ooooodd one out. so i decided not to go tooos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at 1 plus. i realized that i havent buy quite a no of presents. for gift exchange on boxing dayy. ksers. and yelyn dearr! so i msged yelyn and asked her if she wanna go out. so yeps. we. including yelicia. went to meet d rest at orchard larh. hahas. after one big round. we still gathered together. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to taka. bought something for gift exchange. already have in mind wad to buy for ksers. shall buy it tmr. as for yelyn's one. shall pass it to her next week. during reunion dinner that tym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to d forum. hahas. spent lyk dunnoe how long in toysrus. hahas. yelyn got yelicia to buy her jenga. some truth or dare game. she said she's gonna bring it on boxing day for everyone to play. wahahahas. we're gonna have a great tym together. siighs. and next yr we will be separated. nvms. there'll always be gatherings. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. while walking back to dunnoe where. hahas. there was this dunnoe wad thing larh. got rides. hahas. so funn. mi yelyn and xianshi went to take some spinning thing. but need to buy tickets. 6 bucks for it. i think d ride is called &lt;strong&gt;music dance&lt;/strong&gt;. hahas. xianshi sat alone. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first it was kinda slow. wasnt wad we expected. then we were lyk. cheii. so slow de. not fun. hahas. but it gradually became faster. wheeee. and at d last part. mann. damn fast! wasnt prepared for it. bang! hit my head. hahas. but it was fun. and i luffed till my stomach hurt cann. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took it again. this tym. denisey huimin and yelicia joined us tooos. joonkiat helped us look after our bags. sat wif huimin this tym. xianshi and denisey sat alone. then d sisters sat together larh. but. it wasnt as fun as d first tym. hahas. huimin was so scared! poor gurl. kept closing her eyes. and we kept screaming non-stop lor. for fun. hahas. no voice liao laa. how to sing tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 190 back after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super tired larh. tmr still got training. thank goodness we'll be using d hall. whew. back to normal ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110381335809154598?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110381335809154598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110381335809154598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110381335809154598' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110364362316188624</id><published>2004-12-21T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:40:23.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalalas. havent been bloggin for 1 or 2 dayss? hahas. nvms. todae went shoppingg!! not bad larh. my dayy was quite fulfilled. bought a number of clothes i rlyy rlyy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met yelyn at yew tee mrt at 11 pluss. had to waitt for that MARK to comeee and take something from yelyn. after that. off to orchard! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy. alighted at tangs there. bought some food. ate sushis. mmmm. yum! hahas. denisey and her mom were at lucky plaza. i needed to buy a pair of black pants and black shirt for prayer and praise on new year's eve. so we told denisey that we would go look for them after ib ought my things larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt find anything suitable pants or shirt there. so went to taka. bought my pants from topshop. wahahahas. at first d UP was 70 pluss. but then got 50% discount. lols. in d end 30 pluss. ((: hehss. then went to G2000 to buy my shirt. bought d collared kind. bought a white one tooos coz if i buy a second piece i would get lyk 50% discount i think. so buy lor. hehss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterr that. oh. forgot to mention. we went to delifrance to take our lunch! wahahahas. thanks to yelyn. said wad. now got new thingss. then pull mi inside supposedly to SHOW mi only. in d end. ate there larh. hahas. but nvms larh. quite worth it. came in a meal. mmmm. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to buy christmas presents. lalalas. walked arnd taka. hahahahas. everything's so ex larh. even some thingie that holds soaps coast lyk 8 or 9 pluss? i forgot le. but it's ex. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi and yelyn shared presents for d 4 of them. denisey denisec huimin and theresa. mann. they are 4 lucky gurls. ((: hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to far east. met denisey and her mom there. bought more clothes there tooos. saw d billabong shirt that i lyk a lot. but it's lyk 30 pluss. dun want. so ex. bought a piink skirt there. but i prefer d whte one though. but coz d wasnt any smaller size for d white one. so i bought d piink one instead lor. also bought some pink pants. i simply love it. so comfortable ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked arnd for awhile more. then decided to leave le. after that went to. i forgot where le laa. dint buy anything from there though. d things there are lyk super ex larh. went to heeren wif yelyn after that. denisey had to go back coz her mother said they had to go home earlier. so oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalas. bought a white blouse from check. so sweeeet! love it loads. it has 2 butterflies on it. love it mann ((: and a black blouse from 77th street. happy happy happy. but waiit. noo. i wasnt happy. coz d soles of my feet hurt! coz i was wearing slippers wif heels. damn pain mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to esprit and sat there for awhile. so extra. hahas. then went to take 190 bacck. met bessie in d bus. and d damn bus was so blardy crowded larh. couldnt even find a seat. and when we did. sat for lyk less than a min or so only. coz we had to alight alreadys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. have training tmr. shucks. it has to be that early huh. have to be in school by 7.15AM. so lemme see. i have to wake up at lyk 6 pluss? arghh. will be super sleepy lor. d guys have a frenly match tmr wif some poly republic. dunnoe. hahas. just wish them &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;all d best&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110364362316188624?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110364362316188624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110364362316188624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110364362316188624' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110346493599194259</id><published>2004-12-19T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T22:02:15.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel left out. dun ask mi why. i just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110346493599194259?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110346493599194259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110346493599194259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110346493599194259' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110329873637740272</id><published>2004-12-17T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T23:54:36.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. now it's 11.39PM. and yes denisey. i NOE it's night tym now. bleahx. stupid motherhen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. went to d gym todae wif huimin. denisey couldnt go coz she's sick larh. poor ger. get well soon ya. zuliang fengfeng and weide came tooos. hahas. then d keysiao gang. lalalas. supposed to go bowling after that. but kangzhi yelyn and denisec cant. then last min denisey cant tooos. so joonkiat also decided not to go. left wif mi huimin zuliang and xianshi. so i dint wanna go in d end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. and mi and huimin went swimming!! yay! lyk so long since i last swam lor. not rlyy larh. since d last church camp. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so funn! huimin accompanied mi back first. and vice versa. went to cck stadium. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were so afraid when we reached there d keysiao gang and d 3 guys would still be at d gym. coz from d gym u can look down at d pool. but thank goodness. all left. lalalalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had soooo much fun. hahas. sat d purple slide thrice. hahas. super cold while queuing up. brrr. stupid wind. hahahas. went to d playground. hahas. sat d slide. lols. &lt;strong&gt;pi gu kai hua&lt;/strong&gt;! hahas. coz d landing super shallow. then when we realized we were too&lt;em&gt; old&lt;/em&gt; to be there. we immediately squat down larh. to avoid attracting attention from d lifeguard. so malu if they blow their whistle at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. one thing. d water sucks. so so salty. puii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. ate some food there. hahas. i was super &lt;s&gt;greedy&lt;/s&gt; hungry cann. ordered so much. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after that. stayed there for 1 hour plus. came home. bathed. and plonk! onto my bed.&lt;br /&gt;zzzZzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall stop bloggin here. and it's still night tym motherhen. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110329873637740272?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110329873637740272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110329873637740272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110329873637740272' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110319302533409679</id><published>2004-12-16T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T18:30:25.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;we broke. and yes. i initiated d break up. i do love him. and i miss him. but i have my reasons. i'm so so sorry. i dint mean to hurt him. but. i have my reasons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. came back from chalet on tues. not gonna elaborate about it though. dont have d mood. wanna noe more. go read denisec's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110319302533409679?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110319302533409679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110319302533409679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110319302533409679' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110260622243785005</id><published>2004-12-09T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:30:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. didnt feel lyk blogging. but some pig forced mi tooos. so no choice lor. bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. joanne and liyan came to my house in d morning to do d catechism thingie. so ya. woke up at 10 plus. so tired larh. was supposed to meet d pigg at yew tee mrt at 12.15. but coz i couldnt make it in tym. so asked him to go to causeway and buy d tickets first lor. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. met him there. hahas. &lt;strong&gt;christmas wif d kranks&lt;/strong&gt; is quite a nice show! funnie larh. hahas. but i wanna watch &lt;strong&gt;national treasure&lt;/strong&gt; tooos. lalalas. next tym bah. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ended at 3 plus. came out. saw denisey huimin joonkiat and xianshi. hahas. denisey and huimin ah. tsktsk. kept on teasing mi. nvms. see them small. let them off lah. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to buy burfdae present. bought some toiletbowl thingie. damn cute larh. hahas. went to d airport after that! wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. sat in d skytrain for so long larh. hahas. enjoyed d ride. lols. went to d viewing hall place to see d planes!! hahas. stood on d trolley and he pushed mi. hahas. childish riight?? i mean him. not mi. hahas. and that pigg. kept on tickling and messing up my hair. argh. so evil rightts?? -sticks out tongue-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother called. she sounded. harsh?? lyk suspicious of mi. super scary larh. was so afraid that she would be following mi or something lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a cab back. oops. and he paid. sorry. dint allow mi to pay for my movie ticket tooos. owe him too much le. =P hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. todae is a special dae! not gonna sae why. wanna noe. ask mi. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks. hafta run at d stadium tmr again. great. there goes my beauty sleep. -yawns-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. sorry if my todae's entry is weird. coz i dun have d mood la. was forced to. bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110260622243785005?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110260622243785005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110260622243785005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110260622243785005' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110247511475641396</id><published>2004-12-08T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T11:05:14.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiya. just came back from d stadium. supposed to meet denisey at cck mrt sation at 9. but i overslept. actually. i could still made it in time. but hahas. she woke up later than mi! nvms. so we met at 9.15 instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. supposed to take 307 to d stadium. but somehow. 300 came into my mind. and we took it! only after we board d bus then we realized that we had taken d wrong bus! hahas. so we alighted at d next stop and walked larh. to d bus stop outside lot 1 there. &lt;em&gt;shun bian&lt;/em&gt; went to &lt;strong&gt;Cheers&lt;/strong&gt; to buy drinks larh. hahas. i bought a bottle of sprite ice and d&lt;em&gt; wang zai niu nai&lt;/em&gt;. hahas. dunnoe if u guys noe a not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalas. so we arrived at d stadium. felt bloated. bleahx. dint feel lyk running. oh. met huiwen siming and vivian there. asked whether they ran a not. they said yes. but huiwen made it so obvious. they dint. nvms lah. not our prob anyways. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. it's been so long since i last ran. sucks sucks sucks. super disappointed in myself. nvms. fri gonna run again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just found out something from kangzhi. shocked. dint expect my father to do such a thing. I HATE HIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110247511475641396?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110247511475641396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110247511475641396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110247511475641396' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110241030611588676</id><published>2004-12-07T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T17:05:06.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. just came back from huimin's house. went to meet denisey and huimin at lot 1 first. but coz they were done wif their shopping. so we couldnt decide where to go larh. and somehow. thanks to denisey. we landed at huimin's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read books. chat. blahx. stoned there. coz i felt lyk. hahas. they should noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. anyways. nth more to blog larh. have to go run 2.4km tmr. argh. hope i dont faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to d wise and wonderful toh hui min and denisey&lt;/strong&gt;: hahas. thanks for d '&lt;strong&gt;talk&lt;/strong&gt;'. but mount everest never intended to let mi climb it. and i dunnoe if d bukit timah hill is safe or dangerous anot. so flat ground for d moment ya?? hahas. i have my reasons tooos. thanks anyways. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110241030611588676?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110241030611588676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110241030611588676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110241030611588676' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110232722301071622</id><published>2004-12-06T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T18:00:23.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheee! they're coming back tomorrow! hehss. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go to isa's hse for d choir practice. but coz i was too lazee. dint go. oops. but rlyy. sorry. bet i missed out on a lot. but i rlyy wanted to sleep. sheesh. i feel lyk a pig. hehss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. nth to blog. dunnoe if i'll be going out tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110232722301071622?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110232722301071622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110232722301071622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110232722301071622' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110215699371397547</id><published>2004-12-04T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T18:43:13.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. todae's quite okayy larh. compared to yest which i totally slept eat watch tv d whole dae only. yea. piggish mi. bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. woke up at lyk 10 or 11 plus todae. met yelyn and denisey at cck control station at 12.40. coz we wanted to rent vcds to watch at yelyn's house. hahas. bought some junk food tooos. unhealthy stuff. hahas. more marshmallows larh. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rented &lt;strong&gt;My Girl&lt;/strong&gt;. a thai show. &lt;strong&gt;Stucked On Me&lt;/strong&gt;. and &lt;strong&gt;My Boss' Daughter&lt;/strong&gt; i think. cant rlyy remember. but we watched d first 2 only larh. mann. i simply love &lt;strong&gt;My Girl&lt;/strong&gt;. u guys should watch. something about childhood love. hahas. nice. and d gurl's so chio!! d guy tooos. so shuai. when he was young larh. duhh. his eyes are so nicee! ((: hehss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. left after awhile. hahas. so happyy!! can go chalet! dint expect my mom to agree so easily. oh wells. hahas. and denisey is lyk trying to think of ways to persuade her mom to let her stay overnight. can one larh. i have a feeling that her mom will let her stay eventually. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. that's all i have to blog about alreadys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. hahas. i miss d guys!! hope they come back soon. it's so boring without them to irritate us. hahas. when they come back. we can have our big big gatherings again! hahas. i'm crazeee. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110215699371397547?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110215699371397547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110215699371397547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110215699371397547' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110198529858369273</id><published>2004-12-02T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T19:01:38.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOODNESSS!! GAIUS IS SO DARN SHUAI!! -ffaints- lols. anyways. I"M BACCCCCCKK GUYS!! ((: miss eu guys loads! hehss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. i'm so lazeee to blog about everything specifically. so yah. just very breifly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. woke up early in d morning for d stupid morning flight. deprived mi of my beautiful sleep. and d fact that i slept at like 3am coz i was chatting on d fone. -yawnss-. so yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad and surprisingly my bro. sent us off. slept for awhile more in d plane. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 hours and some delay due to traffic congestion[[huh??]]. we finally reach BANGKOK!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. basically shopped a lot lah. till our legs were so pain cann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooOooh!! d aqua show so niceeee!! took pics wif them! i mean. they're so chio!!!!! some larh. there's one. mann. sooo chio!!! coz when they were performing on stage they dint tok. so rlyy rlyy looked like they're gals. but when we went out. they started toking. and it totally freaked mi out!! so bleahx. guys' voices! yucck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 daes passed so fast. went back to spore. went to uncle johnson's hse d moment we touched down. waiit. we took fotos wif this chio lil gurl baby at d airport! hahas. she's from bangkok. but immigrated here?? dunnoe. she's so cutee!! -pinch cheeks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. we took uncle johnson's car up to desaru in malaysia. for church camp larh. met my bro and dad at somewhere tooos. hehss. good thing desaru's not veryy deep in malaysia from spore. if not i could have dieded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed there for one dae only. and oh man. d beach's so pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetyy! siighs. d waves are just so beautiful. mi and shiyan were like totally having fun there while d others were playing frisbee and capt's ball. so nice. but i heard that there were a number of drowing cases there alreadys. scaryy. so it's like. while i was there. i kept on thinking that i would find a dead body. hahas. siaoness la mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to find phebe[[fibbey ((:]] and juliaa. hahas. were told that we were not supposed to go to d water to swim and stuff. it was one of d camp rules. oops! ((: hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took lots of beautiful pics at d beach wif fibbey and juliaa's digi cam. so nice. like taking wedding fotos. hahas. i'm mad. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. GAIUS' SO HOT!! -ffaints- hahas. we were like. he's so shuai. hahas. he's got d body. d looks. and he's nice. -ffaints- hahas. bet yelyn will go crazeee if she sees him tooos. hahas. yesyes. i'm mad ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. at nite we watched spore idol. as in. d results part. poor taufik. sickk. hahas. fibbey juliaa isabel celestine timo paul and my bro were in mi and shiyan's room. wheee. we were totally going crazeee larh. screaning and stuff. hahas. d gals were supporting taufik. duhh. he rocks. and d guys. tsktsk. poor taste. support sly. hahas. they purposely one larh. lols. and. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAUFIK BATISAH WON!!! WOOOOHOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and fibbey got a foto wif him. 2 of them only. and she got his signature tooos. coz he's from her sec school. and he went back to visit. not fairr! he looks so nice lorr! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at nite. fibbey and juliaa stayed in our room till 1am. lied on d bed and tok a lot larh. hahas. and suddenly d doorbell rangg!! hahas. juliaa went to see. and she was like. "oh my goodness. a gurl wif long hair is outside." we were so freaked our cann! hahas. i went to see. and ya. screamed and turned arnd. hit someone and i cut my lip. ouchh! hahas. anyways. d long hair gal turned out to be tabi. -_-. hahas. scaryy larh. in d middle of d nite somemore leh. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalas. so terrible in d morning. had a morning call from fibbey but still couldnt wake up. hahas. piggish mi. and shiyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had devotion message and stuff. then into d coach and back to spore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home sweet home euuniceee. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before i went to bangkok. he told mi something. but he said tok after i came back. but now i'm back. he's in taiwan. hahas. ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110198529858369273?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110198529858369273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110198529858369273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110198529858369273' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110148053934832816</id><published>2004-11-26T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:48:59.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILL BE BACK NEXT THURS. DUN MISS MI! HAHAS. NO LARH. WILL MISS U GUYS!!! -SNIFFLES-. HAHAS. YA. I'M MAD. ANYWAYS. LOVE U GUYS! MUACKS! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110148053934832816?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110148053934832816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110148053934832816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110148053934832816' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110129865920193579</id><published>2004-11-24T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T20:17:39.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. just came back from training. tired. wasnt able skip finish 200 consecutively. i suck cann. i suck i suck i suck. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trained wif da older gals. i couldnt serve properly. cant&lt;em&gt; jie&lt;/em&gt; da spike tooos. why do ppl improve and mi. remained da same lousy mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to macs to take dinner wif denisey theresa and sheena. joonkiat joined us later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i do care. i do care about wad u sae. it's easier said than done. wad if u were mi. will u be able to do it? i admit i cant. but u are NOT mi. u dunnoe how i feel. i acted as though i was unaffected by wad u said. but i tell u. i do. i rlyy do. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth to blog alreadys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110129865920193579?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110129865920193579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110129865920193579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110129865920193579' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110120662574545694</id><published>2004-11-23T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T18:43:45.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyys. lazee to blog about yest larh. hahas. just went to watch movie and played pool wif shiyan liyan jema pam liwen and kingzee. oh. and diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw kim wakerman at cine. she and frens dressed till so funkkey cann. jema said it was da kids central peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. saw cynthia koh tooos. but she's super attitude. nvms. knew it all along. she's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; nice in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalas. having training tmr. cant wait. except for da stupid warm up. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110120662574545694?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110120662574545694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110120662574545694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110120662574545694' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110104458604168588</id><published>2004-11-21T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T21:43:06.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyys! dunnoe wad's wif da !. just felt like putting it. hahas. i'm so bored. argh. had church todae. had choir practice in da afternoon. hahas. so funnie larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. tmr's gonna watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Incredibles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wif some of da ksers! wheee!! cant wait!! gonna join shiyan liyan jema pam[[maybeee]] and kingzee[[syan liyan and jema's cousin]] for pool! wahahahas. but dun think i'm gonna play larh. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bored. someone. save mi!!! kays. i'm bein lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i have nth to blog alreadys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110104458604168588?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110104458604168588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110104458604168588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110104458604168588' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110093721268207444</id><published>2004-11-20T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T15:54:19.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed skin. maybeee coz i'm too bored at home larh. hahas. lurve it loads and loads and loads. gimme ure comments ya. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110093721268207444?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110093721268207444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110093721268207444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110093721268207444' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110087355540623282</id><published>2004-11-19T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T22:15:03.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>olinda's out!! she's out! -crys- she so rock!! argh. i wanted sylvester to go out this week as much as i like him. ppl ought to vote for da&lt;strong&gt; talent&lt;/strong&gt;. siighs. nvms. it's alreadys over. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my neck aches. and i'm so sleepy. think i'm gonna sleep early todae bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[[ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;te n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;x--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110087355540623282?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110087355540623282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110087355540623282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110087355540623282' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110086665037375666</id><published>2004-11-19T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T20:17:30.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. had training todae. couldnt find my report book. told miss teo i would pass her my result slip next wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siighs. training was okays. that &lt;strong&gt;man&lt;/strong&gt; came again. and mi theresa and sheena saw something. hahas. gross larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played match. and man. coz vivian wasnt there. so &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; was da setter. and wow. -roll eyes-. damn tiring. and stressed. coz it's like. u have to give nice balls for da ppl to spike. and i wasnt able to do that!! sucks cann. siighs. and i cant serve over cann. coach was pissed lor. sae wad. even da sec 1s can serve better. no diff. aiyah. shaddup larh. ppl also not happy that they cant serve over riights. stop rubbing it in larh. u're not making things easier for us lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways. after training had to skip 200 consecutively. wah lao. and i cant! such a failure cann. everyone all finished. except for mi denisey and theresa. in da end. coach had to break them up to 2 sets of 100. feel so lousy lor. everyone could do it but mi! siighs. managed to do finish. but it sucks cann. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed back to play after that. aiyah. something happened. but shant sae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had cramps just now. damn pain cann. couldnt walk properly lor. dun think i'm going ks tmr. dun feel like going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;promised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; myself. not to sms him. not to think of him. and i told him i'll not bother him anymore. coz i've been smsing him. and he has not been replying. nvms. guess i'm being too irritating. shall stop here. there's no use clinging on. when da feeling's no longer there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110086665037375666?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110086665037375666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110086665037375666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110086665037375666' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110074704380919359</id><published>2004-11-18T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T11:04:03.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyys. juat woke up. having a lil headache. dunnoe wad's wrong wif mi. always having headaches. =x. oh wells. my mom and dad and bro just left for da airport. coz my bro going to myanmmar[[dunnoe how to spell]] wif some of da other guys from church. hahas. actually my parents asked if i wanna go. wanted to at first. but dint in da end. i mean. going to myanmmar are all guys! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest had training. team A had theirs in da morning. then ours larh.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; sorry to those i accidentally offended. was kinda in a bad mood. pmsing?? dunnoe. sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this &lt;strong&gt;man&lt;/strong&gt;. hahas. another coach larh. also dunnoe if he's gonna coach us next time a not. but he's nice. gentle. wahahahas. he looks like andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks at serving cann. lols. i need pt! bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that thot play match le. but coach &lt;em&gt;wei qiu&lt;/em&gt; instead. siighs. but rocks larh. can &lt;em&gt;jie&lt;/em&gt; his spike. and that man's spike. hahas. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da bball boys came up to da hall to train. so we could not continue anymore. so dint get to play match in da end. see. we so good. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. coz we're not allowed to play at da side in da hall.coz da bball boys having training. later&lt;strong&gt; they&lt;/strong&gt; think wad. went to macs to eat. then came back. took a ball out of da cage. played outside da hall. oops. not allowed. but. hehss. we played gently. so ya. dint break anything larh. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returned da ball back to da cage after awhile. played da guessing number game thingie. lols. so fun. christina&lt;em&gt; kanna&lt;/em&gt; so many times! lols. then truth or dare! hahas. poor her. made her do so many things. lalalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home at 6.31. so tired. and sweaty. and smelly. hahas. and that limshufa totally freaked us out! i was so afraid he would take da same route home as mi. though i dunnoe where he stays larh. =x. but dint. whew! lols. mean right. bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth to blog le. cant log on to msn. -shrugs-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;._.i &lt;strong&gt;cant&lt;/strong&gt; get &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;ta&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;miss&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;//~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110074704380919359?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110074704380919359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110074704380919359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110074704380919359' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110061652550011015</id><published>2004-11-16T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T22:48:45.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. so tired. yest went to west coast park in da afternoon. erm. evening larh. woke up feeling terrible. headache. runny nose. couldnt stop sneezing. totally &lt;strong&gt;feeling&lt;/strong&gt; sick. but i wasnt. =x. dint feel like going to west coast. but still did larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met phebe and sarah at bukit batok mrt station. and hey. i was early for once! no larh. they were late. took 176 there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached there at 4.30. thot da whole bbq thingie started at 4.30. but then. they told mi it started at 4!! UCS was alreadys 3/4 thru da exaltation. uh oh. but we were not da only ones late larh. da guys were just in front of us. so hehss. da teenagers larh. lols. &lt;strong&gt;ksers&lt;/strong&gt;. tsk tsk. are &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;early&lt;/strong&gt;. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and da bbq started!!! whee. there were 3 groups competing. da emmanuel group. da centre group. and da right-at-da-end group. lols. da emmanuel started earlier than da other groups. lol. mi phebe shiyan noah[[at first]] and jeremy were da judges. but coz noah wanted to play soccer. so julia took over him. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we couldnt play until everything was over!! ahhhh!! but nvms. i lurv&lt;s&gt;ed&lt;/s&gt; auntie eunice's[[no not mi.]] rojak. healthy rojak. and everything else!! she's a very good cook lor. serious. hahas. at one point of time. da emmanuel group and her group were tied. coz we totaled up da scores. so we went arnd tasting somemore food. an advantage of being da judge. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in da end. da emmanuel group won. bleahx. i wanted auntie eunice's group. not coz she has da same name. hahas. but coz there was more variety. and originality. yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da first prize. was. DURIANS!!! d24. hahas. and da organisers. and us. made pastor denhartog and his wife to eat one! coz they're from america. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that. we're freeeeeeeee!!! play play play!! so fun! we climbed right to da top of da pyramid. coz there were 4 of us. mi shiyan phebe and julia. so on top there's like a square. each of us took one side. sat there for quite a while before going down. hahas. so nice. but there were no &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt;. cloudy cloudy nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to da bbq pit area. went home wif phebe and sarah earlier coz we wanna watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Da Champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. took bakwei's car. aaron and timAng were in it tooos. coz they had some plan wif bakwei later on. and they had so much time. so bakwei sent us home individually larh. lalalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest. before sleeping had a terrible headache man. oh yah. am i glad that camille's out from America's Next Top Model alreadys! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah. woke up todae. still had da terrible headache. and my eyes were so pain tooos. dint feel like going to school in da first place. but still force myself to. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denisey and huimin dint go. coz yelyn went to school earlier. and told us wad class we going alreadys. so they dint go lorz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mi and denisec went to confirm. coz we couldnt believe that we got into triple science. but yeps. mi and denisec got into 38. yelyn denisey huimin and theresa got into 39. da best class. siighs. sad. diff class from yelyn le. but we'll still remain as best frens riights??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for yelyn. she had a dance practice in da ava room. at first she told us she would meet us at 11 outside go. then. went up find her. told us. it'll end at 12. in da end??! it ended at 12.25. great. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to causeway to watch taxi. met da couples there. denisey huimin joonkiat and xianshi. hahas. they bought their tickets alreadys. and next to them only had 2 more seats. coz they dint expect denisec to go tooos. so we sat somewhere&lt;strong&gt; farrr&lt;/strong&gt; from them. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da show rocks cann!! that woman. sooooooo cool! and that guy. hahas. sucks at driving larh. so &lt;em&gt;kuku&lt;/em&gt;. lols. then da robbers. or whatever. -drools-. no. i'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a pervert. but they look. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt;. whooo! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went bowling. denisec had to go home. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached there. we were like deciding whether or not to bowl. hahas. coz we[[da gurls]] dunnoe how to bowl. and it would be so &lt;em&gt;malu&lt;/em&gt; lorz. lols. but we still did larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played 2 games. i'm like so lousy cann! hahas. always behind de. oops. but hey. i improved on my second game okays. lols. that xianshi larh. first game. pretend that he doesnt noe how to bowl. then he slowly showed his true &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. tsktsk. tricked us. -sticks out tongue-. second round. 96 points. hmph. pro larh. bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after that. aiyoh. broke le larh. cannot go out this week anymore alreadys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for cytosine nite!! but then. have to wear school uniform. yucck! dun want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. that's all le. tmr got training. cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;n i t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;e n i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;t e x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110061652550011015?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110061652550011015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110061652550011015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110061652550011015' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7893123.post-110042363998793033</id><published>2004-11-14T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T17:13:59.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i &lt;strong&gt;cried&lt;/strong&gt; while sending u that sms. do u noe?? i recalled last time. how we got closer and closer. i dint wanna send. but i still did. i guess it's all over alreadys. u dint reply. so i take it that u agree wif mi. since silence means consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7893123-110042363998793033?l=wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110042363998793033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7893123/posts/default/110042363998793033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wishuponashootingstarx.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110042363998793033' title=''/><author><name>Eunice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06858756616401378803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
