<?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-1027639655772528782</id><updated>2011-11-30T21:59:08.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[IcyWitchy] Janice</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-8684687506294771666</id><published>2010-01-07T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:45:24.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reviving blog time. - meep.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. my blog is like so dead. D:&lt;br /&gt;Anw, school has reopened... today is the 3rd day of official lessons, cos we didnt have lessons on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;Totally horrible sec 4 experience. it feels like we alr have like half a year of school even though it's the third day. all the sias and assignments and homework. D: !!!!&lt;br /&gt;CCA orientation went well. :) except that 303's class comp got some stupid prob and refuses to let me play my nice montage. T-T heh. 98 sec 1s signed up!!! YAYYYYY! :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite a fruitful holiday actually.&lt;br /&gt;CCA, Work, Play, Homework.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually proud of myself that I finished my homework just in time for school reopen. x)&lt;br /&gt;except the fact that my R&amp;amp;R sucks and I would have to redo it. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much things to do for LA, and so much talking.&lt;br /&gt;The whole syllabus is like socrastic seminar, panel discussion, what self pick thing for sia and whatever. in conclusion, it just means you have to talkkkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;but im bad at talking T-T&lt;br /&gt;haiiz.&lt;br /&gt;and R&amp;amp;R is sooooooo....... you do 18 pieces to get 3 of them marked. - -"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been sleeping well these few days.&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like sleeping in class. &gt;&lt; bleh.&lt;br /&gt;learnt limits in math today, and i realised - i didn't get anything into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;totally wanna hang myself. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;math leh. how can i feel sleepy. &gt;&lt; it's so important. D:&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll spam on sweets and sugar tomorrow to keep awake.&lt;br /&gt;yup. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;going to slack now.&lt;br /&gt;byeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my audi is currently down and dead. ._."&lt;br /&gt;p.s. 2. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PECKYEE DARLING IN 2 DAYS! :DDD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-8684687506294771666?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/8684687506294771666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=8684687506294771666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8684687506294771666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8684687506294771666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2010/01/reviving-blog-time.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-8522691902509848262</id><published>2009-10-09T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:44:33.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;Have been drawing a bit in class recently cos i was bored. ._."&lt;br /&gt;Drew this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/Ss8C7QJ_EUI/AAAAAAAAANA/VKVYKyeB2GQ/s1600-h/DSC00573%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/Ss8C7QJ_EUI/AAAAAAAAANA/VKVYKyeB2GQ/s320/DSC00573%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390530495958159682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit blur. D: it turns out very nice on the paper itself..&lt;br /&gt;Then added some effects using my phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/Ss8C78K8wnI/AAAAAAAAANI/-8zRARniRNY/s1600-h/DSC00574%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/Ss8C78K8wnI/AAAAAAAAANI/-8zRARniRNY/s320/DSC00574%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390530507773362802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool right. :3&lt;br /&gt;today was so called "last day of school", cos after exams then no lessons le, also dunno we'll get back the same teachers or not.. anws, nice sweet wu lao shi bought us icecream! :D&lt;br /&gt;xie xie wu lao shi! ^^&lt;br /&gt;haha. she was super cute today uh. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then ate recess with willaaaaaa. and we ate chawanmushi. or how you think it should be spelt. ^^"&lt;br /&gt;and apparently i stuck my finger on top her aluminium foil and broke it. :o (note: it was already empty by then; i didnt stuck my finger into the chawan. x.x)&lt;br /&gt;So i made another hole, and poked another long long one to make a smiley! xD&lt;br /&gt;It looks evil though... ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/Ss8C8rYcaBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YFELbVbAEyg/s1600-h/DSC00575%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/Ss8C8rYcaBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YFELbVbAEyg/s320/DSC00575%5B2%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390530520446429202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a funny toilet coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;Willa and I went to the toilet after eating.&lt;br /&gt;I came out of the cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;Heard someone called me lulu.&lt;br /&gt;It was Yinghui.&lt;br /&gt;She laughed like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;She went into the cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;Willa came out and asked is that yinghui?&lt;br /&gt;Yinghui answered no.&lt;br /&gt;And then Dorothy came out.&lt;br /&gt;and we realised.&lt;br /&gt;We were the only 4 in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;And we didnt even arranged to meet there or something.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel choppy after typing that. xD&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay. i shall go playyyyy. :x&lt;br /&gt;Byee. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-8522691902509848262?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/8522691902509848262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=8522691902509848262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8522691902509848262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8522691902509848262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2009/10/d-have-been-drawing-bit-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/Ss8C7QJ_EUI/AAAAAAAAANA/VKVYKyeB2GQ/s72-c/DSC00573%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-8683230155819702451</id><published>2009-10-07T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:10:14.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had flu vaccination today.. My arm still has the aching, numbing feeling. or is it just my imagination..? =x Felt the sharp pain when the doctor poked the needle into my arm, but wasnt that bad after all. At least I didn't faint on the spot. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid class comp and projector are dying on me, and i still think that the fact that i need to report online is stupid. &gt;&lt;" anws, maybe if i tried turning the comp on tomorrow, it will work! And the projector, it's quite a new problem, so maybe it would survive. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elated today because of my AMC results.&lt;br /&gt;Felt proud of myself. :D yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Crazy Pei Ting went zi-lian-ing today and typed a "我爱死你" SMS using my phone and sent it to herself. -.-" right. and She sent a lot of lovey dovey SMSes using my phone to Willa. ._. And to think that Willa thought it was me in the first place! xD Haha. the SMS was so out of the random, totally not related to our conversation in the first place can! And Pei Ting doesnt know my chi name. :o thought she knew. bleh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Paupau has a new nickname called Snow Apple, 雪萍 ! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06 Oct 09, Tuesday --&lt;br /&gt;The bitter feeling of loneliness..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i think that i'm too attention seeking,&lt;br /&gt;or is it just that im too invisible to people, invisible not as in im a book that is easily read, but a book which is easily forgotten and not seen.&lt;br /&gt;I missed the feeling of being included, but yet i dun wan to be tt "proactive" till people think im just sticking to them excessively and crazily and gets annoyed with me.&lt;br /&gt;Feels terrible inside, but someone made my day after that. =) thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or is it just that i'm too sensitive..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt much better and laughed alot when we had assembly.&lt;br /&gt;DJs, Shan &amp;amp; Rozz from 98.7 FM. Cool uh, their first school visit, and it was to nygh. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Really heard and felt the difference between voices of normal people like us and DJs. They have such a strong, firm, attractive voice that everyone would like to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed the session really much.&lt;br /&gt;And one thing they talked about was teamwork, like the two of them being partners, and Rozz saying she felt handicapped when Shan wasn't there. Can really see that they help to add on to each other's points and jokes, making everything much more enjoyable. Chemistry between them uh, they rock! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-8683230155819702451?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/8683230155819702451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=8683230155819702451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8683230155819702451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8683230155819702451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2009/10/had-flu-vaccination-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-5150534490103646121</id><published>2009-10-04T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:35:51.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. so long never post, tagboard is dead as well. D:&lt;br /&gt;anws, firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATHERINE AND ANGELA! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be studying for eoys.&lt;br /&gt;apparently i slacked on fri afternoon till today.&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno if i'll be able to start studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad thing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;And i totally realised i have learnt to let go of exams.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know how to do my math paper, then i only asked paupau 1 question how to do, and i stop dwelling on it. ._.! and Charlene and Peiting keep saying i looked very relaxed during exams. Maybe i am! But i was almost panicking when i couldnt finish my ih. - - argh. whatever. But it seems like i dun care about exams anymore. *heh*. That's why i've been playing like crazy these 2 days? hmm. i shall go and sort out my notes later. that's a good start right? xD Cos i wanted to read bio just now, but too lazy to find my notes, so yeah... =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwm changed new house. Now there's like 50 slots...&lt;br /&gt;And like pepper said, you dunno who is who. lol.&lt;br /&gt;not the first time i experienced it, but now it's even worse, BECAUSE THERE ARE JUST SO MANY PEOPLE. and pepper doesnt like them at all. ._."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. btw, i found it damn interesting that peiting informs ppl that she changed number through email. save alot of money instead of smsing wor. xD haha. and apparently my phone spoiled, then finally got it repaired. but lost all the contacts. so kindly excuse me if i ask who you are when you sms me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rie and Xinyi G. went off to Shanghai today! for their 6 weeks bsp immersion programme thing. Bon voyage! xD haha. although i dunno when they're leaving, but they're probably on the plane now. ^-^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh. feeling so random now. people, please help revive my tagboard. :x i wonder if anybody comes here! xD hahaha. nvm, i shall talk to myself then. - -!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ran out of things to say. Byeee dearry blog. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-5150534490103646121?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/5150534490103646121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=5150534490103646121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5150534490103646121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5150534490103646121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-7028852785784566110</id><published>2009-08-19T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:01:55.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 month and 10 days!&lt;br /&gt;awww. poor neglected blog. :x&lt;br /&gt;hmm. im actually not supposed to be here, should have off-ed my comp alr, but my dad stopped bothering me. so i thought i would just post and sleep at 11. :D&lt;br /&gt;It's a holiday 2moro! like woah, it's the first time ny had school declared holiday, since i entered ny i think. :o Planning to go out with my mum. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked a lot to twinnie just now.. and realised there was just so much memories there. unforgettable.. haiis. and things just dont go our way.&lt;br /&gt;It's a harsh world we are living in... guess there is never a time when everyone will be satisfied with things, due to greed, the "nice" thing about human characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blocks, was not too bad. actually quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;didnt study a lot for it, i cant stand being a total-mug-person.&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot control myself! D:&lt;br /&gt;I'm too addicted to playing, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming soon, First paper IH in week 3, which is about 1 month 1 week from now? Somewhere around there, and people around me have started studying already! OH MY. and as usual, im wondering when i would start.. probably the last week.. or last weekend? &lt;br /&gt;Havent really found my motivation behind studying, it's just, "not my taste"? I dont like studying and i dont enjoying studying. D: But i feel the obligation to do so when exams come. And the bad thing is, im getting more positive about things nowadays, which means i would care less about scoring badly? Hopefully it doesnt end up tt way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about being positive, i guess it isnt a bad thing, but it kind of affects my efficiency, so i will just start heck-caring about things. Sometimes, even promises to myself doesnt work. I'm just.. that kind of person i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching a lot of anime lately, since blocks that time. One Piece. ^^&lt;br /&gt;And i actually do feel inspired, the aspirations they have, (why am i even thinking in this way?) It was supposed to be for entertainment sake in the first place. But somehow, i feel that i should be like them, work hard towards my goal.. (Although i havent exactly found out my goals..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. STUPID BLOGGER GOT PROBLEM. IT ALL ENDS UP IN WEIRD TEXT. Posting still can, but i cant upload pics. WHICH IS A STUPID PROBLEM. RAWR. FACEBOOK WAS LIKE THAT TOO, THEN MY BRO HELPED ME ENTER SOME PROXY THING AND IT WAS SOLVED. BUT BLOGGER STILL LIKE THAT. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nothing much else. i shall have a fruitful day 2moro! :D &lt;br /&gt;Shall go sleep now ^^ *POOF* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Sometimes your joy can be the source of your smile, but your smile can definitely be the the source of other people's joy! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-7028852785784566110?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/7028852785784566110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=7028852785784566110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7028852785784566110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7028852785784566110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-month-and-10-days-awww.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-6673047087314829928</id><published>2009-07-09T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:02:33.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly had an urge to post and not let my blog dieeee.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall do this fast, cos got quite a lot of work to do.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. pwm's back quite some time ago, but everyone are like inactive, all bus with own work.&lt;br /&gt;As for me,&lt;br /&gt;completed quite a number of sias.&lt;br /&gt;I actually chiong-ed my homework on the last weekend. ._.&lt;br /&gt;dunno how i did it though.&lt;br /&gt;IH SIA is so killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like totally clueless about what to do. can die lah. ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;struggling with all the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wonder,&lt;br /&gt;how do people do so well for languages..&lt;br /&gt;i totally suck at them!&lt;br /&gt;wanna improve, but no time to think of how, no time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;im barely surviving from all my homework and cca stuff already.&lt;br /&gt;OH. AND LINGTING JUST SIGNED IN.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i owe her a letter for like hmm.. going to be 2 months. xD&lt;br /&gt;haha. i apparently lost the letter i wrote to her before holidays. - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so hungry now. :x&lt;br /&gt;haha. just took height and weight recently in pe lessons.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i must stop gaining weight! and i pathetically grew 1cm. ._.&lt;br /&gt;ahhs. i must reach like 170 or something! X:&lt;br /&gt;impossible. haha xD&lt;br /&gt;and pe module this term is basketball! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;haha. funn. missed those days. x)&lt;br /&gt;i was flipping through my pri sch harmonica scores that day.&lt;br /&gt;and found lyrics on "Together is Better".&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. it's quite a meaningful song!&lt;br /&gt;it was the song for ftpps' opening ceremony. x)&lt;br /&gt;totally missed pri sch.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to teachers' day!  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shall get back to my ih.&lt;br /&gt;and study for mock quiz. ._."&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeee. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-6673047087314829928?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6673047087314829928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=6673047087314829928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6673047087314829928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6673047087314829928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2009/07/suddenly-had-urge-to-post-and-not-let.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-4482169588846464052</id><published>2009-05-24T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:28:35.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Memories of -PlayWithMe-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- the old playwithme&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/ShksDCN0TFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MXfJELFKBd4/s1600-h/-PlayWithMe-+power+rangers+%21%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/ShksDCN0TFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MXfJELFKBd4/s320/-PlayWithMe-+power+rangers+%21%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339347263870487634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys, well, most of them .&lt;br /&gt;was reading through the bulletin just now. D:&lt;br /&gt;felt so xin suan .&lt;br /&gt;haiish .&lt;br /&gt;still cant accept the fact that things have become like that today .&lt;br /&gt;Thought of quitting pwm like alot of times,&lt;br /&gt;but just cant help it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rather have the core instead of losing everything .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random screenshots that i've found..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/Shkts_iJFTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vukgOfb_8Mg/s1600-h/2009_1_5_19.8.23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/Shkts_iJFTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vukgOfb_8Mg/s320/2009_1_5_19.8.23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339349084216562994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmbed this picture. quarreled with bryan ..&lt;br /&gt;then was very angry.. so went to play req song.&lt;br /&gt;passed for the first time or so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/ShkttBx8x-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ChpmDjS5xyI/s1600-h/2009_1_11_15.48.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/ShkttBx8x-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ChpmDjS5xyI/s320/2009_1_11_15.48.51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339349084819736546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Kira, Mit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/ShkttJTc5zI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fg7h5ty2DGc/s1600-h/2009_1_30_17.19.39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/ShkttJTc5zI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fg7h5ty2DGc/s320/2009_1_30_17.19.39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339349086839301938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estee twinnie and me.&lt;br /&gt;The times when we worked hard to pass our own req,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just to prove that pwm can be strong too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/ShkttU5OB0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/j54SUWtgxFM/s1600-h/2009_2_28_16.16.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/ShkttU5OB0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/j54SUWtgxFM/s320/2009_2_28_16.16.51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339349089950500674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yenlee/blur. (: nice dens. and mit's name down there . as well as ace's and jasmine's. RETAINNERS!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/ShkuqpX940I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8D-AEZtXf1k/s1600-h/2009_3_7_14.36.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/ShkuqpX940I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8D-AEZtXf1k/s320/2009_3_7_14.36.45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339350143420195650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mit. (: and estee + sky's convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing retainners tooo.&lt;br /&gt;timothy, ace, caimei, peckyee, denise, catergory, cynthia(aleesha), kiyoko, kiyoshi, joseph, jermy ah gong, musicboii, etc, etc. so many of them. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;till one day, we'll meet again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-4482169588846464052?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/4482169588846464052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=4482169588846464052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4482169588846464052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4482169588846464052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2009/05/memories-of-playwithme-old-playwithme.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/ShksDCN0TFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MXfJELFKBd4/s72-c/-PlayWithMe-+power+rangers+%21%21%21%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-7538713118541398093</id><published>2009-05-21T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:00:37.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY. I'm here to revive my own bloggg!&lt;br /&gt;Just finished reviving advance, brilliance, squad and 204's blogs. ._.&lt;br /&gt;That's 4 blogs plus this 5. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. actually wanted to upload photos, instead of typing.&lt;br /&gt;But im too lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;It would probably take some time.. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Block tests are over like 2 weeks already..&lt;br /&gt;generally results are okay-ish.&lt;br /&gt;Just that LA and IH need buck up ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;And CHI, just a bit more to attaining a nice A1. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been chionging SIAs recently. D:&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand the workload.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA SLEEP AND PLAY. &gt;&lt; !&lt;br /&gt;Had napfa 5 stations just now. D:&lt;br /&gt;and totally sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Guess i've been doing too much academic work.&lt;br /&gt; I need a long-term kinda workout.&lt;br /&gt; But it would take up time, which i dunno where i'm going to find from.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. have nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, had been learning &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;诗&lt;/span&gt; recently in chinese lessons,&lt;br /&gt;then 2moro's zuo wen is to write a 新诗..&lt;br /&gt;So i was thinking when taking the bus home..&lt;br /&gt;Came up with one.&lt;br /&gt;And another one just now, cos i didnt think the first one matched the zhu-ti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is it, (:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一场游戏，&lt;br /&gt;让我认识了他，&lt;br /&gt;认识了他的一生，&lt;br /&gt;他的想法...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一位朋友，&lt;br /&gt;让我和他结缘，&lt;br /&gt;结下了一份不变的缘，&lt;br /&gt;难忘的缘...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一段情，&lt;br /&gt;让爱像糖越甜，&lt;br /&gt;甜的我受不了，&lt;br /&gt;不想停...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一句话，&lt;br /&gt;我最恨的话，&lt;br /&gt;让这段情结束，&lt;br /&gt;结束了我和他的爱，&lt;br /&gt;我和他的一切...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了最后，我却发现，&lt;br /&gt;一切都不能实现，&lt;br /&gt;但我还决定继续，&lt;br /&gt;相信着他这条红线...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the last line was supposedly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;寻找属于我的红线&lt;/span&gt;，cos de zhu ti was supposed to be need &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;健康向上&lt;/span&gt;, dun think i'll be using this poem for zuo wen though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guess i've always been missing you, instead of forgetting you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-7538713118541398093?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/7538713118541398093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=7538713118541398093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7538713118541398093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7538713118541398093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-4810466334304013982</id><published>2009-03-06T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:40:02.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I SURVIVED OBS! :D &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WOOTS. WE ALL SURVIVED. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;ENG SOON ROCKS! :D AND SO DOES OUR INSTRUCTOR SYED. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for OBS 5 days course.&lt;br /&gt;and as expected, i feel super reflective after this kind of camp.&lt;br /&gt;in a good mood when we left ubin. (:&lt;br /&gt;helped my mum with some chores.&lt;br /&gt;lol. i shall be a good girl from now on, and hopefully this will last! &gt;&lt; style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(IMPORTANT; quoted from Syed)&lt;/span&gt; When something does not kills you, it makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS values: ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Enterprising curiosity. - wanting to know&lt;br /&gt;~ Undefeatable spirit - never giving up&lt;br /&gt;~ Tenacity in pursuit - resilience when striving for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. OBS the english sometimes got something wrong one! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is OBS motto or something: ~&lt;br /&gt;~ Bound for discoveries, changed for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENG SOON's RULE CHARTER:~&lt;br /&gt;1) Every task must be of everybody's effort.&lt;br /&gt;2) Punctuality is of paramount importance.&lt;br /&gt;3) N2-siasm&lt;br /&gt;4) OHANA means FAMILY. FAMILY means NO ONE GETS LEFT BEHIND. (quoted from stitch :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed so meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;Anws, really felt that our instructor was super good. :D&lt;br /&gt;he really taught us a lot of things and made us reflect.&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a good experience. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1- 2nd March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at punggol jetty, waited super long.&lt;br /&gt;cos they were settling some last min administrative stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then we met our instructor for the first time. xD&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda weird though. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;then 4 of us from our watch and our instructor joined some 301 ppl to take a small boat over to ubin (obs campsite).&lt;br /&gt;heh. THE CAMPSITE IS SUPER NICE CAN! a bit like chalet.&lt;br /&gt; but our dorm is super super super super super far. some more it's up slope. The last dorm on that road! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we just walked around. intro to the place.&lt;br /&gt;then opening.&lt;br /&gt;prepared all the equipments and food.&lt;br /&gt; THE FOOD IS QUITE NICE. :D haha. super heavy though. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost broke my blister when lifting the whole basket up the slope with syed. D:&lt;br /&gt;then after lunch, we went KAYAKINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;learn how to kayak, do capsize drill and TX rescue.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THE CAPSIZING PART. D:!&lt;br /&gt;all the salt water go into your eyes and nose. -.-&lt;br /&gt;TX rescue even worse. we did in middle of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;then i dunno how swim, TRIED SUPER HARD TO KEEP AFLOAT -.-&lt;br /&gt;still need to pull the kayak and flip over. D:&lt;br /&gt;can diee lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;but well, still did it. :D!&lt;br /&gt;after that dinner, then we pitched tenttt.&lt;br /&gt;no chance to sleep in our dorm. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 - 3rd March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to do some activities.&lt;br /&gt;Like balancing on a swinging log.&lt;br /&gt;and then trust fall.&lt;br /&gt;then we did belaying exercise. :D&lt;br /&gt;haha. i kinda had trouble staying on the ground when belaying kahmun. -.-!&lt;br /&gt;i was almost lifted off the ground can. D:&lt;br /&gt;it started raining, so we went to pack our bags first.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SUPER SUPER HEAVY. Like your shoulders want to break can.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to do our height elements, INVERSE TOWER!&lt;br /&gt;it's like 20m tall.&lt;br /&gt;Did the outside station.&lt;br /&gt;was first to go with Liting.&lt;br /&gt;First two part quite easy.&lt;br /&gt;Is just climb up the net, then there is this single pole with the rock climbing pebbles.&lt;br /&gt;so just climb up.&lt;br /&gt;it was drizzling tt time. ):&lt;br /&gt;then last part is the zigzag log.&lt;br /&gt;super slanted lah. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;then we first group, dunno how to go up.&lt;br /&gt;it was too slippery, ):&lt;br /&gt;so in the end never finish. HAIIIZ.&lt;br /&gt;so ke xi.&lt;br /&gt;anws, our class the other watch took super long to finish!&lt;br /&gt;cos victoria and julia took like 1h 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEY COMPLETED THEIR STATION!&lt;br /&gt;super prooooo cann!&lt;br /&gt;Theirs is like at first ladder.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that got 5 or 6 poles. The distance between each one super big. like almost 2m or something?&lt;br /&gt;then Julia stepped on Victoria's thigh and lifted herself up onto the next pole. (SHE'S STRONG MAN! xD)&lt;br /&gt;Then Julia will hang from the on top pole and pull Victoria's leg up.&lt;br /&gt;they gradually no strength. so in the end, Julia grabbed victoria's track pants. xD&lt;br /&gt;kinda funny. lol&lt;br /&gt;but they li hai lah. (:&lt;br /&gt;they finally reached the top. THEN VICTORIA SCREAMED LIKE 5 TIMES OR SOMETHING. !!&lt;br /&gt;took photos for them +D&lt;br /&gt;*clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;Then we picked our bags and hiked for like 20 mins? cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;went to our camp 2.&lt;br /&gt;pitched tent then cooked our dinner ourselves. (:&lt;br /&gt;it was QUITE nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then had briefing for our sea expedition.&lt;br /&gt;chose our 8 sea ex leaders! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3 - 4th March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE ON TIME! :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;transferred our bags to the safety boats.&lt;br /&gt;then carried kayaks.&lt;br /&gt;we started our sea expedition.&lt;br /&gt;it was tiring. i shall not stress on super.&lt;br /&gt;cos everything is quite "super" xD&lt;br /&gt;we kayaked like 3/4 of the island, like 14 or 15km?&lt;br /&gt;we aimed to reach at 4pm, then WE REACHED AT 1.45PM! HOHOHO. :X&lt;br /&gt;we rock! xD&lt;br /&gt;felt a bit sea sick at the end though. ):&lt;br /&gt;then kena sun burn on my hands and my neck.&lt;br /&gt;even though i applied sun block.&lt;br /&gt;super pain can, on my hands. then i keep accidentally scratching against other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;then got some grazes. D:&lt;br /&gt;we cooked food again. +D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4 - 5th March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIKING.&lt;br /&gt;i shall cut short everything.&lt;br /&gt;we hiked 13/14/15 km?&lt;br /&gt;it rained halfway.&lt;br /&gt;became all muddy and wet. D:&lt;br /&gt;then we reached late. ):&lt;br /&gt;BUT WE SAW A FAMILY OF WILD BOARS. GOT LIKE 1 MOTHER AND 4 BABIES OR SOMETHING. CUTE LORR!&lt;br /&gt;pitched tent at the top of some hill.&lt;br /&gt;sooooo farrrr. up hill some moreeee. D:&lt;br /&gt;we cooked dinner with fresh ingredients tonight! super nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;It started raining heavily b4 we reached our tents.&lt;br /&gt;SO WE GOT TO SLEEP IN MULTI PURPOSE HALL.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHO. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5 - 6th March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to unpitch tent.&lt;br /&gt;then only got 6 of us. -.- 3 tents.&lt;br /&gt;then unpitch alr, it was too muddy and wet.&lt;br /&gt;then we couldnt roll -.-&lt;br /&gt;cannot fit into tent bag.&lt;br /&gt;so we dump on groundsheet and dragged it down.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER HEAVY CAN. ):&lt;br /&gt;then our dorm like super far.&lt;br /&gt;down slope then up slope. D:&lt;br /&gt;we reached after 1 hour. -.-&lt;br /&gt;wash everything and pack like siao. took 3 and a half hours. D:&lt;br /&gt;then we had reflections kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;and we played the "bell game".&lt;br /&gt;got this platform, then need jump from there and hit the bell.&lt;br /&gt;so people pull the groundsheet catch you underneath.&lt;br /&gt;then syed made us think of a goal and "put" the goal inside the bell.&lt;br /&gt;so we can aim for it. :D&lt;br /&gt;then received our certs.&lt;br /&gt;bought souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;then go homeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doneee. took super long to post. :X&lt;br /&gt;will post again when i have the time. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-4810466334304013982?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/4810466334304013982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=4810466334304013982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4810466334304013982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4810466334304013982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-survived-obs-d-woots.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-1761199514521744993</id><published>2009-02-28T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:27:30.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;I KILLED MY OWN BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY DECIDED TO POST.&lt;br /&gt;SINCE I HAVE THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OBS NEXT WEEK! YAYYY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block tests are coming in term 2! D: D:&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything goes well.&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 work is hardd ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had TOC ytd during CCA.&lt;br /&gt;and emergency exercise too.&lt;br /&gt;DID 3 STRETCHER DRILLS YTD.&lt;br /&gt;END UP BLISTERS. ):&lt;br /&gt;Cos my palm super sweaty. then keep slip slip. cannot hold properly. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;now my finger there got bruise -.-&lt;br /&gt;still reddddd. D:&lt;br /&gt;then one of my blisters got blood clot. oh man. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;hope they go away before obs. i dun wan blisters for obs. ):&lt;br /&gt;WOKE UP TODAY, MY BODY WAS ACHING ALL OVER.&lt;br /&gt;HAIISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO EILEEN AND DOROTHY.&lt;br /&gt;Took some photos, but will upload them next time bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for OM. ahhhs.&lt;br /&gt;but we did have fun rehearsing. xD&lt;br /&gt;esp the dances.&lt;br /&gt;videoed some of them. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem E-car. another pressing thing. &lt;br /&gt;we havent started on anything. well, we're starting after obs. tt's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;time seems to fly like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be march 2moro.&lt;br /&gt;how fast. term 1 is ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audi.. &lt;br /&gt;some stuff happen. &lt;br /&gt;caused me to be unable to concentrate on studies and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;everything is like in a mess. D:&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still adapting, it just seemed so weird.&lt;br /&gt;anws,  made more frens today in audi. :D &lt;br /&gt;quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing moreee. going to link some ppl. :D&lt;br /&gt;and then i shall poof. :X&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can post again soon. :D &lt;br /&gt;byeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-1761199514521744993?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1761199514521744993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=1761199514521744993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1761199514521744993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1761199514521744993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2009/02/yoooooooooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-16022882911387538</id><published>2009-01-23T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:53:49.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oops. didnt blog for 13 days. :S&lt;br /&gt;lol. been busyyy. trying to work and play at the same time. :D&lt;br /&gt;so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 feels really different.&lt;br /&gt;from sec 2 uh.&lt;br /&gt;so much projects, so much work, so much deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;it's killing me. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully everything goes well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, advance blog has been completed. ;D&lt;br /&gt;like long long time ago uh. :x&lt;br /&gt;tt was the other blog i was working on anws. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had cny celebrations in sch!&lt;br /&gt;as usual, start with hui1 chun1..&lt;br /&gt;then after tt is the concert. :D&lt;br /&gt;the costumes of modern dance ppl are super pretty! :D&lt;br /&gt;they're like long dresses/gowns kinda thing. dunno how to describe. :x&lt;br /&gt;ended at like 11.&lt;br /&gt;took 157 back to pri sch..&lt;br /&gt;then realise there was really nobody as expected.&lt;br /&gt;cos alot of schs got full day lessons. ):&lt;br /&gt;so went homee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went out at 1.45 plus again.&lt;br /&gt;pri sch &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;not alot of ppl went back uhh.&lt;br /&gt;guess teachers' day will have much more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went lor 8 market to sit and eat and talk.&lt;br /&gt;until like 3 plus. then took bus home. :x cos i was too lazy and too tired to walk.&lt;br /&gt;gina-ish gina came my house :D!&lt;br /&gt;heh. she really worries about un-worrying stuff. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe not tt un-worrying.&lt;br /&gt;we talk talk talk.&lt;br /&gt;play audi. play isketch.&lt;br /&gt;then yup, she just went home . :D&lt;br /&gt;missed 6H! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days of rests :D&lt;br /&gt;yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;happy cny in advance ppl &lt;3 =D&lt;br /&gt;hope the year ahead will be a great one. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-16022882911387538?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/16022882911387538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=16022882911387538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/16022882911387538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/16022882911387538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2009/01/oops.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-9212658230226219895</id><published>2009-01-10T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:22:49.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO PPL! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to blog because alot of ppl told me to.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall be a good girl and do so. :D&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm supposed to be working on another blog. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, PECKYEE DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;A MILLION SORRYS TO HAVE MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY! ):&lt;br /&gt;I ONLY REALISED IT WAS YTD THIS MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;SORRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYY~&lt;br /&gt;So.....&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY DARLING! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;WO AI NI!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hope 2009 will be a great great great year for you! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing ncoc alot.. ):&lt;br /&gt;Miss advance courseee!~&lt;br /&gt;the camp days were super memorable uhh..&lt;br /&gt;and they are memories that would be kept forever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, POC was great.&lt;br /&gt;We rock when we march in to receive our sgt ranks . (:&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, the advance video was super nicee.&lt;br /&gt;even got our standard photos.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda.. touching uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation went well too!&lt;br /&gt;55 or 56 sec 1s signed up!~&lt;br /&gt;woots~ i hope we'll get like 20 juniors :D&lt;br /&gt;who will stay in sj . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st week of school was okay.&lt;br /&gt;not much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;did our first essay, and our first zuo wen.&lt;br /&gt;i think i did quite badly &gt;&lt; :X&lt;br /&gt;all the sias are coming in.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, i cant stay awake in chem lessons -.-&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why!&lt;br /&gt;as in i was awake, but like blur blur, falling asleep liao. :x&lt;br /&gt;some more i was copying notes. then is like copying without thinking like tt.&lt;br /&gt;so i think i missed quite a bit of the important parts....!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhs. I NEED TO STAY AWAKE FOR LESSONS!&lt;br /&gt;hope everything still goes well.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like spending all my time on cca.&lt;br /&gt;this is like crap.&lt;br /&gt;my dad was complaining today again.&lt;br /&gt;argh. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;shall go do stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;and photos next time if i feel like uploading them . :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*POOF* :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-9212658230226219895?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/9212658230226219895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=9212658230226219895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/9212658230226219895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/9212658230226219895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-ppl-d-im-here-to-blog-because-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-108596867363483003</id><published>2008-12-25T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:49:45.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; T&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; A&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone no moneyyy. so dun blame me for not replying back! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HAPPY NEW YEAR! xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-108596867363483003?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/108596867363483003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=108596867363483003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/108596867363483003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/108596867363483003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/12/m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-t-o-l-l-d.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-989574781237263831</id><published>2008-12-21T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:41:55.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i'm lazy to post about camp.&lt;br /&gt;cos it's sooo longgg.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall not post about unhappy stuff also.&lt;br /&gt;cos i would just continue typing and typing till forever? xD&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;but it's just a waste of time luh.&lt;br /&gt;cos i would probably spend an hour plus or even 2 hours on just a post . -.-&lt;br /&gt;uhh, our om very chammm ! D:&lt;br /&gt;ahh!&gt;&lt; everyday ="\"&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, save time.&lt;br /&gt;i just spent 5 mins on this?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i type too slow, i dunno. :x&lt;br /&gt;time to do stufff..&lt;br /&gt;gooooooooooo lupinggggggggggggggggg. xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-989574781237263831?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/989574781237263831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=989574781237263831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/989574781237263831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/989574781237263831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-im-lazy-to-post-about-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-5290905329780829632</id><published>2008-12-17T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:59:19.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh. Super duper long since i posted.&lt;br /&gt;havent done my algebra homework yet! xD&lt;br /&gt;guess i would end up doing it on 1st Jan next year. :x&lt;br /&gt;sorry lor, im just too last min . &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been super busy all these weeks.&lt;br /&gt;course. training. now farewell. and next sec 1 orientation. D:&lt;br /&gt;everything is cca cca cca.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when would studies come in &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall goooo all the way back to 1st dec.&lt;br /&gt;SQUAD OUTING TO ESCAPE! :D&lt;br /&gt;weeeeees.&lt;br /&gt;i've no time to upload the pics,&lt;br /&gt;but overall quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, from tt trip, i realised how nice my name is.&lt;br /&gt;cos Eileen likes screaming my name all the way when we were sitting wet and wild and going up.&lt;br /&gt;it was rhythmic some more.&lt;br /&gt;in beat with the rail sound thingy.&lt;br /&gt;so it's LUPING LUPING LUPING LUPING LUPING .............. LUPINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;when we went down! xD&lt;br /&gt;fun mannn.&lt;br /&gt;SO I SCREAMED EILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN also when we went down -.-&lt;br /&gt;cut out all the details. pics next time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Dec.&lt;br /&gt;training. then i dunno wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Dec.&lt;br /&gt;think got group meeting or sth.&lt;br /&gt;my brain got prob.&lt;br /&gt;dun rmb anything liao.&lt;br /&gt;it's more than 2 weeks ago anws. well, alm 2 weeks. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip skip skip.&lt;br /&gt;8th DEC!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JUNWEI ON TT DAY! X)&lt;br /&gt;heh. poor her got smashed by cake by cheryl -.-&lt;br /&gt;their group harr.. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, we bought her POOFY! :D&lt;br /&gt;next time upload her pic.&lt;br /&gt;she's cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. (:&lt;br /&gt;had publi deco meeting.&lt;br /&gt;then paint finish flag for brilliance, setttled tee design, table label, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th Dec~&lt;br /&gt;traininggg.&lt;br /&gt;then lesson.&lt;br /&gt;then off to dhoby ghaut.&lt;br /&gt;and stupid stuff happened.&lt;br /&gt;no point talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;so skipppp.&lt;br /&gt;went there then design for brilliance tee got prob.&lt;br /&gt;so spent more than half an hour or so outlining there etc.&lt;br /&gt;then finally reached home at 8 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th Dec.&lt;br /&gt;ermmmm. brilliance meeting.&lt;br /&gt;learned fancy drillllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th Dec.&lt;br /&gt;the longgggg day.&lt;br /&gt;training.&lt;br /&gt;met niwen at toa payoh to pass her flag for her to sew.&lt;br /&gt;then go city hall meet brilliance; help shanice teach guys perf.&lt;br /&gt;then dhoby ghaut to collect tee.&lt;br /&gt;then reach home settle stuff for camp.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, the stupid perf disc. @$*^@$*@&lt;br /&gt;how irresponsible can ppl just get.&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th Dec~15th Dec.&lt;br /&gt;cammppppp.&lt;br /&gt;talk about tt next timee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. stop here.&lt;br /&gt;shall edit next time.&lt;br /&gt;off to do perf stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-5290905329780829632?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/5290905329780829632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=5290905329780829632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5290905329780829632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5290905329780829632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/12/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-3564892234600324802</id><published>2008-11-24T21:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:06:15.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>176th post!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to reach 200 soon! :D but at the rate tt im posting, maybe not tt fast. x.x&lt;br /&gt;well im here to post at last. FINALLY. :P&lt;br /&gt;almost 10 days since my last post is it? can't rmb. :x&lt;br /&gt;anws, blogger tends to eat up my posts. D:&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, sometimes i get sian diao.&lt;br /&gt;sorry luh, my posts are too delicious to be true! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to post according to pics :D&lt;br /&gt;it's been a busy holidayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqrRqM9ryI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vtY3U3YwKAo/s1600-h/DSC00123%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqrRqM9ryI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vtY3U3YwKAo/s320/DSC00123%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272214633665376034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flowers from c and d! :D 2 red daisys~ - the total red one from EILEEN and the one with petals white at the back is from WILLA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqrR778l0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jw2peTvyPhY/s1600-h/DSC00124%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqrR778l0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jw2peTvyPhY/s320/DSC00124%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272214638425839426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSE FROM MY PRINCE! :D hahaha. jk. i've never wanted you xD jkjk! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqrSNzvBNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pMGD-HtkpnY/s1600-h/DSC00128%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqrSNzvBNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/pMGD-HtkpnY/s320/DSC00128%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272214643223233746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLA's flower again! it lived for more than 10 days! strong daisy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's go all the way back to 15th Nov.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have course, but yeah, sick..&lt;br /&gt;sat mrt all the way to dhoby ghaut then come back again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th Nov..&lt;br /&gt;sunday..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. let me think.&lt;br /&gt;i cant rmb wad i did though. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th Nov, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special i guess. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th Nov, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;AHA! SECRET! it's something nice though ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th Nov, Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I only rmb rushing proposal and almost died for it! D: x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th Nov, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;PUBLI DECO MEETING!&lt;br /&gt;OMG, WILLA'S MANSION IS HUGE! xD&lt;br /&gt;too bad i didnt take any photos.&lt;br /&gt;forgot my phone has a camera system u know! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st Nov, friday BRILLIANCE MEETING! :D&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Yung was the first to reach again! xD&lt;br /&gt;haha. we promised to give her a most punctual award next time! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, Shanice, Ying Hui and I went burger king after that to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;so while we were looking for burger king, we went to see the directory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqu6eRHB1I/AAAAAAAAALI/EHv0htapu1k/s1600-h/DSC00129%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqu6eRHB1I/AAAAAAAAALI/EHv0htapu1k/s320/DSC00129%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272218633371060050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqu6IfqiYI/AAAAAAAAALA/sR6VRNmXY_4/s1600-h/DSC00130%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqu6IfqiYI/AAAAAAAAALA/sR6VRNmXY_4/s320/DSC00130%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272218627526527362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK. THE HIGHLIGHT - LULU! xD it's kind of a cafe! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ying Hui upsized her coke at burger king, and here's wad happened. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqtgXg9rgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7aqh0lBxPUI/s320/DSC00131%5B2%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272217085370281474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the size of the coke compared to her face ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqtgEDKa1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/dj0oy7SDuNw/s1600-h/DSC00132%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqtgEDKa1I/AAAAAAAAAKw/dj0oy7SDuNw/s320/DSC00132%5B2%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272217080145013586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and compared to a french fry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqtgLqfOtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zIaH_W3aR5w/s1600-h/DSC00133%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqtgLqfOtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zIaH_W3aR5w/s320/DSC00133%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272217082189003474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we wanted to leave burger king, she only drank like a small part of it (her fingers are the marking. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqtf33o-fI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XKlV1BmLsK0/s1600-h/DSC00134%5B3%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqtf33o-fI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XKlV1BmLsK0/s320/DSC00134%5B3%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272217076875459058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her so called bloated face. it looks like constipation or sth though. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd Nov, sat.&lt;br /&gt;Courseeee. almost died. x.x FROM COUGHING.&lt;br /&gt;stupid cough ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, we had triage RIGHT AFTER triage lesson.&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda horrible .. ):&lt;br /&gt;and cos the carpark floor is tt kind of super rough one..&lt;br /&gt;i kena abrasion wound on both knees. ):&lt;br /&gt;stupid. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so we were walking home after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and we saw a rainbow! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqxO703o7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/JjKbBbQcdUY/s1600-h/DSC00135%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqxO703o7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/JjKbBbQcdUY/s320/DSC00135%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272221183926313906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd Nov, sunday&lt;br /&gt;OM meeting at Aurelia's house!&lt;br /&gt;we always go to the clubhouse though. xD&lt;br /&gt;i have never seen her house b4. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Aurelia were re-discussing the script (re-scripting)&lt;br /&gt;and we came up with sth stupid.&lt;br /&gt;cos the egyptians were supposed to build te pyramid upside down..&lt;br /&gt;so this student gave them the formula (pythagora's theorem), a^2 + b^2 = C^2&lt;br /&gt;then cause it was written on tracing paper in marker.&lt;br /&gt;the egyptians accidentally read it upside down and opposite.&lt;br /&gt;so it becamee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqxjsQ5LXI/AAAAAAAAALY/0XSMt0Z_wUU/s1600-h/DSC00142%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqxjsQ5LXI/AAAAAAAAALY/0XSMt0Z_wUU/s320/DSC00142%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272221540526140786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d5 + p5 = c5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided that we will make a chart.&lt;br /&gt;so p stands for pyramid, c stands for cube.&lt;br /&gt;so the 5th pyramid should be the inverted one, and the 5th cube..&lt;br /&gt;but we couldnt think of anything tt start with d, except diamond or wad.&lt;br /&gt;uh. supposed to be: c5 - d5 = p5&lt;br /&gt;so we drew in a inverted pyramid in a cube and tried drawing out the shape.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to the smartie Aurelia! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqyM_b7iAI/AAAAAAAAALg/-ZWWJH7Fvm0/s1600-h/DSC00140%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqyM_b7iAI/AAAAAAAAALg/-ZWWJH7Fvm0/s320/DSC00140%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272222250047342594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she drew this out!&lt;br /&gt;sorry tt the picture is in the wrong direction, it looks okay on microsoft picture manager.&lt;br /&gt;then upload to blogger then sth wrong alr.&lt;br /&gt;JUST TURN YOUR HEAD! :D&lt;br /&gt;and dun bother figuring it out, it's complicated. (:&lt;br /&gt;so it comes in a set of 4.&lt;br /&gt;so 4 of these plus a pyramid gives a cube!&lt;br /&gt;but we needed a name for it that starts with d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's wad happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqyz8Z6XSI/AAAAAAAAALo/lxrOnuB7O1I/s1600-h/DSC00141%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqyz8Z6XSI/AAAAAAAAALo/lxrOnuB7O1I/s320/DSC00141%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272222919248469282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used decagon + diamond + donkey.&lt;br /&gt;and made DINGOY! :D&lt;br /&gt;heh. cute name righttt! x)&lt;br /&gt;our own created weird shape! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the 5th dingoy + the 5th pyramid = the 5th cube! ((:&lt;br /&gt;yes, praise us.&lt;br /&gt;we're clever. x)!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, while thinking..&lt;br /&gt;i made this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqzWO7VCGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8kD-LUTfeu4/s1600-h/DSC00136%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqzWO7VCGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8kD-LUTfeu4/s320/DSC00136%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272223508336019554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;using leadd! the pen is evidence tt this pic is taken by me! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqzWNTogaI/AAAAAAAAALw/ey-zOgKl2Qo/s1600-h/DSC00137%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqzWNTogaI/AAAAAAAAALw/ey-zOgKl2Qo/s320/DSC00137%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272223507901088162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closeup shot. It looks like an isosceles triangles doesnt it! Aurelia said so! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, to sum up 23rd Nov.. here's a pic :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqzyUHmh-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Mw5CfyAgpME/s1600-h/DSC00139%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqzyUHmh-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Mw5CfyAgpME/s320/DSC00139%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272223990766012386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HARDWORKING AURELIA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th Nov, MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;Which is today! :D&lt;br /&gt;Had BRILLIANCE MEETING!&lt;br /&gt;uhh. there was a miracleeee&lt;br /&gt;CHENG YUNG WAS LATE! xD&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay, then we like discuss one hour go home alr -.-&lt;br /&gt;cos nth much to discuss though.&lt;br /&gt;Sir wanted full attendance today.. but only ALL THE GIRLS cameee! 5 GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;anws, Will might not be attending NCOC because of some stuff, (cant type here! it's ppl's private matters!). So Brilliance's strength may become 8. ):&lt;br /&gt;haizz.&lt;br /&gt;i hope nott.&lt;br /&gt;okayyy. i wanna go watch tv!&lt;br /&gt;fa zheng xian feng! ((:&lt;br /&gt;so cool. im late by 5 mins alr. D:&lt;br /&gt;this post took me an hour -.-&lt;br /&gt;arghh.&lt;br /&gt;okayyy. byeee. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-3564892234600324802?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/3564892234600324802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=3564892234600324802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3564892234600324802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3564892234600324802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/11/176th-post-d-im-going-to-reach-200-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SSqrRqM9ryI/AAAAAAAAAKI/vtY3U3YwKAo/s72-c/DSC00123%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-8347049310913814600</id><published>2008-11-14T08:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:33:19.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHORAL AND DRAMA NIGHT 2008 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised i've been blogging like once a week or so. D:&lt;br /&gt;tt's even worse than during the school days.&lt;br /&gt;later still must go for btb meeting. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, was going to blog about c and d this time.&lt;br /&gt;cos till now i still cant forget it.&lt;br /&gt;i really think this year sec 2 performances alot super creative and nice one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday nightt...&lt;br /&gt;went to watch with Eileen. :D and support Willa.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, Willa's play was quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;sth about this girl being neglected by her parents,&lt;br /&gt;then her only fren was a toy alligator who was possessed. ._.&lt;br /&gt;in the end she committed suicide cos the alligator told her to do so. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdayyy..&lt;br /&gt;Performance night! :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Thank you 204 for alll the pressies. gonna miss you all next year. D: &lt;br /&gt;202's play was quite nice tt night.&lt;br /&gt;202A's was about this acclaimed lawyer killing a woman whom he got her pregnant becos she came to look for him and wanted him to get married with her.&lt;br /&gt;Then another woman whose husband(died) had a feud with the lawyer came to threaten him for money, saying tt she saw him killing the woman. Then the lawyer said alot of things to make her agitated and she had an asthma attack.&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer threw her inhaler away and the woman died when crawling towards it.&lt;br /&gt;So the lawyer wanted to run away. But the police appeared.&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed another person as hostage and pushed the person towards the police.&lt;br /&gt;Then the police shot and killed him.&lt;br /&gt;202B's play was sth about greed, titled Ropes of Greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night...&lt;br /&gt;Fundraising! :D&lt;br /&gt;we didn't earn a lot of money, but yeah doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;203's plays were very nice.&lt;br /&gt;The first play was 203B's, about this girl who had heart transplant.&lt;br /&gt;The heart was donated from a dedicated ballet dancer.&lt;br /&gt;and this girl suddenly knew how to dance after the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;203B's were of the the best performances :D&lt;br /&gt;It started with 3 different couples.&lt;br /&gt;Then the boyfriend dumped the girlfriend for another girl.&lt;br /&gt;This guy called Alex(he's very timid and stuff, maybe a sissy)&lt;br /&gt;He always got bullied by other guys.&lt;br /&gt;Another girl loved this guy called Dillon, but Dillon alr had another girl behind her back.&lt;br /&gt;So she was crying, and Alex(who loved her alot) came to console her.&lt;br /&gt;He didnt understand why she loved Dillon so much.&lt;br /&gt;But anws, His father left him and his mother for another woman when he was a child.&lt;br /&gt;So he thinks tt these guys are unfaithful grates and decides to kill them.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this scene where he walks to the mirror, and another girl was at the other side of the mirror. And they did mirror image.&lt;br /&gt;So Alex transformed into Sandra(a beautiful girl) who killed guys after making them fall in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;So she carved a riddle on their limbs.&lt;br /&gt;The riddle is something like "Now you see me, now you don't. Now you see me, and soon you won't. You can't catch me but I'll be here, staring at you" or sth. I cant really rmb.&lt;br /&gt;so the riddle has some missing letters.&lt;br /&gt;then the missing letters were " a l e s a n d r a"&lt;br /&gt;so the last line was to replace the "s" with a "x"&lt;br /&gt;which is ALEX + SANDRA = ALEXANDRA (the title of their play ^^)&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;then the last part both of them walk out.&lt;br /&gt;and they did the mirror image thing.&lt;br /&gt;with the girl singing the riddle thingy out. D:&lt;br /&gt;and the smiles were super evil and creepy. =\&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, their play went totally right, no mistakes at all.&lt;br /&gt;it was GREAT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. 203A's was the last play on the last night.&lt;br /&gt;*applause* :D&lt;br /&gt;maybe im going to miss drama after all. xD&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay. gtg. byeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-8347049310913814600?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/8347049310913814600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=8347049310913814600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8347049310913814600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8347049310913814600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/11/choral-and-drama-night-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-7592370274602194690</id><published>2008-11-09T18:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:17:25.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to revive my 1 week dead blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;1st week of holidays over.&lt;br /&gt;and the 1st week was super busyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday - sana course. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesdayy..&lt;br /&gt;SQUAD CHALET! :D&lt;br /&gt;heh. went to white sands mac with yh and jw at ard 1 plus to have lunch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa9oax5_LI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-nhnseF-ccM/s1600-h/DSC00051%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa9oax5_LI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-nhnseF-ccM/s320/DSC00051%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266605316337433778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fillet-o-fish spreee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yupp.. took 854 to downtown east.&lt;br /&gt;we spent a long time figuring which bus to take and stuff. -.-&lt;br /&gt;but we still managed to reach there in the end,&lt;br /&gt;with an expert of directions like me. :D&lt;br /&gt;jkjk. -.-&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad we weren't lostt.&lt;br /&gt;waited quite long for the other 3 sqdms!&lt;br /&gt;but nvmm, we're nice ppl you know. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures took while waiting~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa-g_kWAHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aUvzrjk-S5k/s1600-h/DSC00053%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa-g_kWAHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aUvzrjk-S5k/s320/DSC00053%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266606288285335666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the check in place~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa-htC9HAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IGFOORayvL4/s1600-h/DSC00057%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa-htC9HAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IGFOORayvL4/s320/DSC00057%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266606300493323266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas tree. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa-hpYPiUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nvYL-yJMsbI/s1600-h/DSC00056%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa-hpYPiUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/nvYL-yJMsbI/s320/DSC00056%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266606299508869442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinghui. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa-hR7G3RI/AAAAAAAAAHg/yo3nodWe2Zk/s1600-h/DSC00055%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa-hR7G3RI/AAAAAAAAAHg/yo3nodWe2Zk/s320/DSC00055%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266606293212650770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the swimming pool up there. -.-&lt;br /&gt;there was some attention seeking ppl knocking the glass lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa-hGX7iaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HB-Vm6GVbso/s1600-h/DSC00054%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa-hGX7iaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HB-Vm6GVbso/s320/DSC00054%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266606290112317858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yuppp. THEY ARRIVED.&lt;br /&gt;so we went into the chalet. ;D&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa__wDn1DI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QRAG7I30IZ4/s1600-h/DSC00060%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa__wDn1DI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QRAG7I30IZ4/s320/DSC00060%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266607916209132594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random cups. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbAAf1i4PI/AAAAAAAAAIA/i0rhn0GWPc8/s1600-h/DSC00061%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbAAf1i4PI/AAAAAAAAAIA/i0rhn0GWPc8/s320/DSC00061%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266607929034989810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our messy bags. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbAAbn1EqI/AAAAAAAAAII/MWLjBKRtEH4/s1600-h/DSC00062%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbAAbn1EqI/AAAAAAAAAII/MWLjBKRtEH4/s320/DSC00062%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266607927903720098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoes. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbAAqY9AnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6TlwxwyKQrc/s1600-h/DSC00063%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbAAqY9AnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6TlwxwyKQrc/s320/DSC00063%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266607931867857522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we wanted to watch lion king.&lt;br /&gt;and sth was wrong with the dvd player. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbAA4ukEtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XcoWpdUwRec/s1600-h/DSC00064%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbAA4ukEtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XcoWpdUwRec/s320/DSC00064%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266607935716594386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbBOFg5UmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QwCyKV6_peM/s1600-h/DSC00065%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbBOFg5UmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QwCyKV6_peM/s320/DSC00065%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266609261998854754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbBOWZkrgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NRLIOMofEhU/s1600-h/DSC00066%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbBOWZkrgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NRLIOMofEhU/s320/DSC00066%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266609266531544578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao hong fen. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbBOQVvCDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CEbjbe9UHjA/s1600-h/DSC00067%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbBOQVvCDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CEbjbe9UHjA/s320/DSC00067%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266609264904833074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbBOidn1tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lYCXVwzWpaA/s1600-h/DSC00068%5B1%5D"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring XIAO HONG FEN AGAIN. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbBOidn1tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lYCXVwzWpaA/s1600-h/DSC00068%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbBOidn1tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lYCXVwzWpaA/s320/DSC00068%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266609269769754322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao hong fen with yh's rings on his ears. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pics for bbq. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbCA6BBRnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zd1tGxeidKk/s1600-h/DSC00070%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbCA6BBRnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zd1tGxeidKk/s320/DSC00070%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266610135085696626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eileen was talking halfway. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbCBenO6jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Nkf_U_gNdLo/s1600-h/DSC00071%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbCBenO6jI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Nkf_U_gNdLo/s320/DSC00071%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266610144909650482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbCBdXbp5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0oJgGOL6aIs/s1600-h/DSC00072%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbCBdXbp5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0oJgGOL6aIs/s320/DSC00072%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266610144574941074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooking in progress. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbCBXZtHFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/U61H4R6zHtY/s1600-h/DSC00073%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbCBXZtHFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/U61H4R6zHtY/s320/DSC00073%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266610142973860946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SQDMS SUPER HARDWORKING RIGHT! :D&lt;br /&gt;(while im taking pics :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbCBqFpH2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/-WuSz16xtkE/s1600-h/DSC00074%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbCBqFpH2I/AAAAAAAAAJg/-WuSz16xtkE/s320/DSC00074%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266610147989987170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUAD TEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbDAQf1Q1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/55nOiKdvfCE/s1600-h/DSC00076%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbDAQf1Q1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/55nOiKdvfCE/s320/DSC00076%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266611223452271442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh. is the marshmallow sour or wad? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbDA7dO-TI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vPZ0VvhTezI/s1600-h/DSC00077%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbDA7dO-TI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vPZ0VvhTezI/s320/DSC00077%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266611234984098098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooking againnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbDBJca7iI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fw8X2vyUac0/s1600-h/DSC00078%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbDBJca7iI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fw8X2vyUac0/s320/DSC00078%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266611238738783778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was super hard to cook. D:&lt;br /&gt;the food was kinda uncooked in the end. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, not all!&lt;br /&gt;at least we didnt kena food poisoning or wad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbDBNvfypI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZkwzNwLm2So/s1600-h/DSC00079%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRbDBNvfypI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZkwzNwLm2So/s320/DSC00079%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266611239892535954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last pic. still got alot. just tt i lazy to upload. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played games with juniors after tt.&lt;br /&gt;then watch lots of movies and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and i was the last to fall asleep, at almost 4 i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the next morning woke up at 6 plus.&lt;br /&gt;we went for breakfasttt.&lt;br /&gt;and then after tt rushed off to sch for c and d tech rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;after tech rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;went to cityhall for group meeting.&lt;br /&gt;BOB THE BUILDER! &lt;3 AB ;P&lt;br /&gt;Our group alot of muo qi! :D&lt;br /&gt;we all turned up in white shirts.&lt;br /&gt;totally white. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 4 plus.&lt;br /&gt;then i fell asleep while i was waiting for my mum to come back with my sandwich. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday.&lt;br /&gt;went to sch at 4 plus.&lt;br /&gt;then decided to stay back for the 1st c and d night. :D&lt;br /&gt;support eileen mahh ^^&lt;br /&gt;b4 tt, ate instant noodles with willa.&lt;br /&gt;then glenda came. :D&lt;br /&gt;and they started the neehhh-ing.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why though. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performances were quite good tt night!&lt;br /&gt;ESP 210 ONE!&lt;br /&gt;210A one was super good.&lt;br /&gt;the title of the play was Happily Ever After.&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a happy play, but it's super sad.&lt;br /&gt;this guy called jayme.&lt;br /&gt;father died due to heart failure.&lt;br /&gt;mother then got depression and died. ._.&lt;br /&gt;he's a policeman then only left him to support his younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;his younger sister also got heart problems(probably due to heredity).&lt;br /&gt;then he no money to pay hospital fees.&lt;br /&gt;so his bad fren dragged him to smuggle drugs.&lt;br /&gt;So when he was at indonesia smuggling drugs,&lt;br /&gt;his sister's condition worsened then need emergency operation.&lt;br /&gt;so his best fren, Ian(or sth) sent her to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;then his sister couldnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;when Jayme came back, he went to look for his fren Ian tellin him tt he earned a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;then Ian told him about his sister who died. D:&lt;br /&gt;so he wanted to take revenge for his sister on the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;so he went to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;and they were talking talking.&lt;br /&gt;the doctor said sth like no hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;then he repeated no hard feelings? and stabbed the doctor's hand with the pen he was playing.&lt;br /&gt;so the doctor's hand was pinned to the table. ._.&lt;br /&gt;then the nurse came to help.&lt;br /&gt;Jayme use the clipboard and hit her, throwing her to the ground. D: (i pity yinghui(from210) who was acting as the nurse. hit very hard lor. &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;then yeah, he killed the doctorrr.&lt;br /&gt;so he got caught by his good fren Ian(policeman) who kept saying sorry.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, he stabbed himself with the knife he used to kill the doctor and got reunited with his family.&lt;br /&gt;then the voiceover say "tt was my fairytale. My happily every after.".&lt;br /&gt;D: the twist at the end was super sad.&lt;br /&gt;anws, their play was super well-rehearsed! (:&lt;br /&gt;KUDOS TO 210A! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;210B's one was super good too!&lt;br /&gt;it was sth about kidnapping (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. friday.&lt;br /&gt;went for om meeting in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;they went crazy with a pillow fight. ._.&lt;br /&gt;after tt went for a "SECRET" date with jiawen. xD hahaha. girl luh! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. had ncoc.&lt;br /&gt;nth much to elaborate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. slacked.&lt;br /&gt;and slacked. ._.&lt;br /&gt;cos i was too tired to do anything. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. long post. gtg&lt;br /&gt;i want my dinner! :D&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-7592370274602194690?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/7592370274602194690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=7592370274602194690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7592370274602194690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7592370274602194690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-to-revive-my-1-week-dead-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SRa9oax5_LI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-nhnseF-ccM/s72-c/DSC00051%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-8947028585163949972</id><published>2008-11-02T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:39:49.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exhausted. D:&lt;br /&gt;had long days these few days.&lt;br /&gt;can die lor. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MUM TODAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MDM SNG TOO! ((:&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if 6H ppl rmb! xD&lt;br /&gt;haha. as usual like last year, mdm sng doesnt know who i am. o_o&lt;br /&gt;doesnt matter though ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad my fingers aren't aching.&lt;br /&gt;had a crane-rush ytd and today. D:&lt;br /&gt;cos didnt have time to make enough of them for my mum's present.&lt;br /&gt;so yup.&lt;br /&gt;finished like 30 plus cranes today &gt;&lt;  went out with my mum in the afternoon~ watched hsm3! &lt;3 it was very nice. (: :D hoped she did enjoy her birthday (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i sound happy in this post! :D&lt;br /&gt;it's for darling!&lt;br /&gt;im not sad!&lt;br /&gt;when i choose not to be. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SQ2p6U_sv1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/lm6SersmBWE/s320/DSC00049%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264050358999367506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought this book online!&lt;br /&gt;recommended by peckyee darling! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;love it alot. :D&lt;br /&gt;it was very... hmm... touching?&lt;br /&gt;got it this morning and i started reading the last few chapters immediately!&lt;br /&gt;the first few chapters are available to readers at goodybooks.com  (:&lt;br /&gt;then i couldnt stop crying. ._.&lt;br /&gt;not as if i'm crying the first time after reading a book or watching a movie though. (:&lt;br /&gt;too much tears, maybe. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squad chalet coming soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy. &lt;3 sqdms,&lt;br /&gt;we're so going to enjoy tuesday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2moro got sana course.&lt;br /&gt;dun feel like going.&lt;br /&gt;it's like so long. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy. going to stop here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 204,  i'm so going to miss yall~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. stupid html codes.&lt;br /&gt;it deleted part of my post.&lt;br /&gt;tt's why some stuff doesnt link. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-8947028585163949972?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/8947028585163949972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=8947028585163949972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8947028585163949972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8947028585163949972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/11/exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SQ2p6U_sv1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/lm6SersmBWE/s72-c/DSC00049%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-6180178525631813126</id><published>2008-10-29T17:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:29:03.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to postttt.&lt;br /&gt;well, wanted to post ytd, but didnt have time to.. so yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd, got back results first thing in the morning.. (comp results)&lt;br /&gt;then yeah lor, shall not say, uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the happy thing in the morning is... overall year results! (:&lt;br /&gt;not bad uhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;shall not mention my msg though. :D&lt;br /&gt;my la was just an A2(70), and my chi just an A1(75).&lt;br /&gt;so heng. x)&lt;br /&gt;had lunch.......... or rather, breakfast? xD well, recess was at 9!? -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, 10 to 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole time in conf room b and c.&lt;br /&gt;watched an indian movie.&lt;br /&gt;cos it was supposed to be some post-malacca trip thing activity.&lt;br /&gt;they say want let us learn more about indian culture also mahh..&lt;br /&gt;then yeah, the movie name title very long.&lt;br /&gt;cant rmb liao, you can refer to jieyi's blog if u wanna know. :x&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it was a love movie or so lah.&lt;br /&gt;then this rich guy(he was adopted into the super powerful and rich family) fell in love with a poor girl. Then the guy's father is sort of like very follow traditions one. so he disagreed cos he thinks that daughter-in-laws are supposed to be chosen by the parents. So the guy goes off to find the girl, wanting to tell her about him cannot marry her, then he saw tt the father passed away and she was very devastated. So he decided to go against his father and put his hand on her head(so symbolic thing which means he will marry her). Then the father kicked them out of the house becos of his pride and stuff. so they went to london. After some years, the little brother decides to go find his brother in london after knowing the truth from his grandmothers. yeah, then to cut it short, he brought his brother and family back in the end. and it's a happy ending. (:&lt;br /&gt;it was actually a musical, then the dancing and music part super long at times. D:&lt;br /&gt;i found the storyline quite touching though.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt stop tearing at the ending of the movie part luh, not as if anyone would have noticed. :x&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, cant help it. I always cry when I see some little touching parts in movies(even if it's not till the extent or so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the movie, rehearsals for c&amp;amp;d, yeah. ( it's frustrating :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;morning nothing much,&lt;br /&gt;some sec 3 pupils presented about their homelands in china to us.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then cos they in a rush to go(for their beach trip or wad),&lt;br /&gt;we ended early by half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;so extra time for recess.&lt;br /&gt;went to look for mr low with eileen and jieyi.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, he asked a lot of questions about why we want to quit luh.&lt;br /&gt;but still he signed in the end.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, going with eileen to hand up the forms some day next week.&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast-.- (cos recess started at 8.30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to art exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;uhh. some 8 sth sam. cant rmb &gt;&lt; style="font-style: italic;" size="1"&gt;&lt;s&gt;SIR LH&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;!&lt;/s&gt; hahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;i was so amazed.((:&lt;br /&gt;happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after tt went tpy with jiawen, willa and yh.&lt;br /&gt;yup, shall not elaborateee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SQg4bxCMIgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/V3NPn7tmXzQ/s1600-h/dogs+%26+eeyore.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SQg4bxCMIgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/V3NPn7tmXzQ/s320/dogs+%26+eeyore.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262518214252569090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eeyore with darling's doggies~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SQg4xLRiu4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/jVmR2DIE9gI/s1600-h/elmos+%26+eeyore.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SQg4xLRiu4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/jVmR2DIE9gI/s320/elmos+%26+eeyore.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262518582073539458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeyore with darling's elmos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SQg4lp2eNyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CZLVqOzcEQY/s1600-h/eeyore%21.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SQg4lp2eNyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/CZLVqOzcEQY/s320/eeyore%21.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262518384123066146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, EEYORE! &lt;3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:40%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;My heart f&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;eel&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;s sad,&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yet i cant stand trying hard not to smile in front of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a habit, maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but my heart is denying that i should smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-6180178525631813126?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6180178525631813126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=6180178525631813126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6180178525631813126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6180178525631813126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-to-postttt.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SQg4bxCMIgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/V3NPn7tmXzQ/s72-c/dogs+%26+eeyore.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-6604951919890854659</id><published>2008-10-27T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:31:39.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to post for darling's sake! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SQVte9IlCNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yicPRaSSjaU/s1600-h/elmooo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SQVte9IlCNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yicPRaSSjaU/s320/elmooo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261732118226340050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, HERE'S YOUR ELMO DARLINGG! :D&lt;br /&gt;it's sticking onto my comp table. ((:&lt;br /&gt;lazy to take off the price tag. x)&lt;br /&gt;you can steal the pic darling!&lt;br /&gt;promise i wun sue you for copyright. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have nth to post.&lt;br /&gt;anw, i dunno wad's wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;BUT I PLAYED AUDI FOR MORE THAN 6 HOURS TODAY. D:&lt;br /&gt;and finally level-ed up my freedom acc.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;license is still easy :P.&lt;br /&gt;tt's comforting. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;WILLA'S BACK! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. i dun wan c and d.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. shall go do sth.&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-6604951919890854659?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6604951919890854659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=6604951919890854659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6604951919890854659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6604951919890854659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/10/d-im-here-to-post-for-darlings-sake.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SQVte9IlCNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yicPRaSSjaU/s72-c/elmooo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-9034290977976871887</id><published>2008-10-25T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:02:52.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. i'm here again. ;D&lt;br /&gt;well, probably because i've nth much to do.&lt;br /&gt;i rotted today. :/&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was SIA day,&lt;br /&gt;and i realise why Katherine is so busy that she cant reply my letter.&lt;br /&gt;SMP, 301, vice-president of PSL, Unit head.. wow. x.x&lt;br /&gt;she's too pro. :D&lt;br /&gt;too bad she doesnt has such a pro mortal. :XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. then after sch c&amp;amp;d.&lt;br /&gt;at least we did some stuff. ((:&lt;br /&gt;then comp trial, shall not mention about it. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, and YingHui,&lt;br /&gt;I didnt dream of comp trial last night!&lt;br /&gt;and neither did i dream of xiao fen hongg.&lt;br /&gt;It was some vampire dream! ahahaah :X&lt;br /&gt;looks like im too addicted to twilight saga.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;then when i woke up, i couldnt stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh. on the comp in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;then my dad came back at 11 plus, alm 12.&lt;br /&gt;dunno where he went in the morning lah.&lt;br /&gt;then he started to nag at my bro to study for o levels.&lt;br /&gt;and forced me to off comp so that my bro could study.&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;WHY EXACTLY DOES HE NEED THE COMP TABLE TO STUDY,&lt;br /&gt;AND WELL, HE PLAYED THE COMP AS LONG AS HE WANTED WHEN I WAS HAVING EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;so wad if the comp is in his room and on "HIS TABLE".&lt;br /&gt;i would have jolly well objected to placing the comp in his room,&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt. so shouldnt my parents be happy that i didnt even kick a fuss at that time.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;and he didnt study anyways.&lt;br /&gt;he placed his physics textbook up on his lap.&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad, he's playing psp behind it.&lt;br /&gt;nice idea huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stoned at 12 plus,&lt;br /&gt;trying to play my hp games,&lt;br /&gt;but they were like all finished alr.&lt;br /&gt;tried sms-ing ppl.&lt;br /&gt;and they all sms dao yi ban then never reply liao.&lt;br /&gt;and i decided to read the ending of breaking dawn again. :D&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i took like 4 hours to read 200 pages or so.&lt;br /&gt;but well, i was trying to take my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im back on to the comp.&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i cant find the right shoes for c&amp;amp;d,&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno what i should wear.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;stupid luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i suddenly forgot wad i wanted to type.&lt;br /&gt;and my dad just came in and on the light.&lt;br /&gt;uh. and guess wad.&lt;br /&gt;my bro shoved his psp right into his blanket.&lt;br /&gt;funny. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wondered if dorothy "SLEEP-HALT" ytd. xD&lt;br /&gt;shall go play audi for a while. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. (:&lt;br /&gt;WILLA'S GOING TO BE BACK ON MONDAY &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;xiao fen hong misses her. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now you know, no one's ever loved anyone as much as i love you." :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- breaking dawn, p. 753 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-9034290977976871887?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/9034290977976871887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=9034290977976871887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/9034290977976871887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/9034290977976871887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-4557655466266122451</id><published>2008-10-21T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:44:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here to update again! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a long long day today.&lt;br /&gt;7.45-9.45        check chi paper&lt;br /&gt;9.45-10.00     smp briefing&lt;br /&gt;10.00-10.15   c and d fundraising briefing.&lt;br /&gt;10.15-11.00    break&lt;br /&gt;11.00-1.00      check sci paper&lt;br /&gt;1.00-2.30        check history paper&lt;br /&gt;2.30-3.30        c and d briefing on some special effects and stage lighting things&lt;br /&gt;3.30-ard 5.30 cca stuff. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i only had one break..&lt;br /&gt;was starving after cca stuff ended. D:&lt;br /&gt;and we all ate hello panda &lt;3&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, forgot wad i just said.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i dun have much of a choice. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i've decided to join SMP with Angela and JieYi :D&lt;br /&gt;but i hate filling these kind of forms.&lt;br /&gt;why do you want to join smp?&lt;br /&gt;tt kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;is kinda brain-racking for me.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2moro got 3rd lang again. =\&lt;br /&gt;german movieee....&lt;br /&gt;i hope it would be better than just a cat and a man (the movie on wed).&lt;br /&gt;and of course, i dun really understand it. D:&lt;br /&gt;i was on the verge of falling asleep alr liao lor.&lt;br /&gt;why would i still have the mood to try and decipher what it's saying.&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures again. random ones that i find in my thumbdrive :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SP3Vj2FmsBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/whgrZu0idkg/s1600-h/DSC01614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SP3Vj2FmsBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/whgrZu0idkg/s320/DSC01614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259594751629766674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooh-ey, Hippo, Flippy(i forgot his chi name D:), Bubu, Baobao. :X&lt;br /&gt;u can see eeyore papa's ear. xD cos he was supporting hippo and pooh-ey. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SP3VlXi-kvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/U00GIykgAA0/s1600-h/DSC01545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SP3VlXi-kvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/U00GIykgAA0/s320/DSC01545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259594777791206130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random turtle. can't rmb what it was for. maybe for katherine? i dunno. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgggg. *20MINS LATER*&lt;br /&gt;our squad discovered sth.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe we were so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;so darn "innocent"&lt;br /&gt;so many loopholes also never realise.&lt;br /&gt;this is sooooooo. cheat?&lt;br /&gt;arghs.&lt;br /&gt;no mood post liao.&lt;br /&gt;bb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-4557655466266122451?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/4557655466266122451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=4557655466266122451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4557655466266122451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4557655466266122451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-to-update-again-had-long-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SP3Vj2FmsBI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/whgrZu0idkg/s72-c/DSC01614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-726189329575998705</id><published>2008-10-18T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:05:15.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY ALLLLLLL!&lt;br /&gt;Don't stare at my post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed tt im updating too. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as always, i'm a guai girl.&lt;br /&gt;and qiqi (yueqi, muahahaha) asked me to update.&lt;br /&gt;so here i am. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh. EOYs are over in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;it's like 5 days, 9 papers, 5 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;seemed long. but then very fast over le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i almost died for math paper 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least paper 1 was easy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, spent these few days playing and reading the twilight series.&lt;br /&gt;finished the whole thing within 3 days. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SPnoJPClE8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/2GB7GzdTGno/s1600-h/twilightseries.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SPnoJPClE8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/2GB7GzdTGno/s320/twilightseries.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258489285285581762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWILIGHT SERIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo a bit blur, sth wrong with my phone cam. :X i wonder if denise laopo is going to get jealous. :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. eoys over.&lt;br /&gt;but things just gets busier. D:&lt;br /&gt;lots of cca stuff to settle.&lt;br /&gt;even some _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. talking about photos,&lt;br /&gt;EILEEN TOOK MY SQUIRREL PHOTO WITHOUT ASKING. D:&lt;br /&gt;COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;i still wonder how they managed to use it for geog assignment, when it was supposed to be on NATURAL VEGETATION. =\&lt;br /&gt;she could have just jolly well asked me for other photos. ._."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's 3rd lang on mon. D:&lt;br /&gt;aww. some movie fest thinggg.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm scared of watching german movies.&lt;br /&gt;not really scared,&lt;br /&gt;it's because im afraid there are no subtitles. :X&lt;br /&gt;that is going to be sooooooooooo cham.&lt;br /&gt;i would just stare at the people moving around, without understanding everything they're saying. &gt;&lt;"   OH. EILEEN IS SCREAMING JIU MING TO ME NOW. MUAHAHAHA. -.- and she came up with a new word called "attituding".  that's... cool? :x jk.    soo loong since i posted. but also no use. it's like i have nothing to say. :X lol, and i didnt disappear from my blog becos i was studying. it was just that i was lazy to post and i took the time to relax and rather play. oops. &lt;i&gt; sorry, i'm not such a good girl. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SPnr4bXBN8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/sMMVsUpFB7U/s1600-h/DSC00033%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SPnr4bXBN8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/sMMVsUpFB7U/s320/DSC00033%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258493394581272514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIAO FEN HONGGG! :D (p.s. DOROTHY, SHE'S NOT UGLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SPnr4qSj74I/AAAAAAAAAGI/IKlF3NoC5Qw/s1600-h/DSC00037%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SPnr4qSj74I/AAAAAAAAAGI/IKlF3NoC5Qw/s320/DSC00037%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258493398589108098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY EEYORE FAMILY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;it has officially 7 members. (becos darling's one has yet to be added in..)&lt;br /&gt;Front row(from left to right) : Aunt Eeyore, Eeyore Korkor , Baby Eeyore, Eeyore jiejie.&lt;br /&gt;Back row(left to right) : Eeyore Ah Ma, Eeyore Papa, Eeyore Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. maybe i shall work on the squad blog's blog skin 2moro.&lt;br /&gt;see how. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; cca stress is building up. D:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-726189329575998705?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/726189329575998705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=726189329575998705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/726189329575998705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/726189329575998705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-alllllll-dont-stare-at-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SPnoJPClE8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/2GB7GzdTGno/s72-c/twilightseries.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-4282052848129283907</id><published>2008-09-03T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:12:58.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went bukit timah nature reserve again to retake the photos!&lt;br /&gt;and i saw a squirrel againnnN!&lt;br /&gt;it chiong-ed out into the main road. .__.&lt;br /&gt;ahhs. i cant find the photos that sihui took of the squirrel on the tree when we went on monday.&lt;br /&gt;i think i accidentally deleted it without knowing. &gt;( grrrrrrs. ahhhhhhhhs. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SL5Fwal-XvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/w37tvBO2suo/s1600-h/P1010087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SL5Fwal-XvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/w37tvBO2suo/s320/P1010087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241703714380472050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. here's the photo i took of the squirrel today!!! but very blur. x.x the squirrel ran too fast luhhh. &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;i gave up on uploading other photos. D:&lt;br /&gt;one photo= 2MB sth.&lt;br /&gt;take like super long to upload 1 alr. DD:&lt;br /&gt;okayyy. end here.&lt;br /&gt;SQUIRRELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. &gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-4282052848129283907?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/4282052848129283907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=4282052848129283907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4282052848129283907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4282052848129283907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-bukit-timah-nature-reserve-again.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SL5Fwal-XvI/AAAAAAAAAFc/w37tvBO2suo/s72-c/P1010087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-8877409104860246837</id><published>2008-09-01T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:40:16.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhh. 1 week since i posted.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm running out of stuff to post. xD&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anws, went to bukit timah nature reserve this morning for geog fieldwork.&lt;br /&gt;it was tiring. D:&lt;br /&gt;and we spent more than 1 hour to get to the summit when ms yip said we could get there in 20 mins. -.-&lt;br /&gt;cheat my feelings. D: lolll.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;then yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;and yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm yeahhh-ing cos i dunno wad to type liao.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY TO ALL TEACHERS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-8877409104860246837?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/8877409104860246837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=8877409104860246837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8877409104860246837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8877409104860246837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/09/uhh.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-4507175436784045983</id><published>2008-08-24T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:54:55.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uhh. long time since i posted. about 1 week ago?&lt;br /&gt;and im thinking if there's lit circle 2moro.&lt;br /&gt;is it?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. D:&lt;br /&gt;im lost. and crazy. :X&lt;br /&gt;have yet to even start on my la speech.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dun feel like even doing it.&lt;br /&gt;grrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just read junwei's post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yeah, i do think that what's the point of living at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but well, it doesnt really affect me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so dun get freaked out by me. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i won't be silly enough to commit suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm still happily living my days, doing things im suppose to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just that life sometimes gets quite boring like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hen mei you le qu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uhh. that kinda drives me to spending my time stoning and thinking. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it's not really ren sheng da dao li or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's just my thoughts and what i come to eventually after all the thinking.&lt;br /&gt;and to me,&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna live this life not even thinking about anything.&lt;br /&gt;it's really nice to not think and live life happily everyday, being so innocent.&lt;br /&gt;but eventually, there would be a point of time when everybody makes their own decisions,&lt;br /&gt;and making your own decisions and stuff requires you to think.&lt;br /&gt;this blog is just an emo silent side of me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally different in real life.&lt;br /&gt;and i promised myself that i won't let anybody see me committing suicide one day,&lt;br /&gt;because i dun see the point of living anymore.&lt;br /&gt;the most,&lt;br /&gt;you would just see me doing nothing. X:&lt;br /&gt;no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;life still goes on right?&lt;br /&gt;and being able to live is a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;some people wanted to live, but because of unfortunate events,&lt;br /&gt;this privilege is being taken away from them.&lt;br /&gt;so why throw away your own privilege when you can enjoy having it?&lt;br /&gt;as long as  you enjoy your life,&lt;br /&gt;you know that  you're part of the force that drives this world going on,&lt;br /&gt;why would you think of killing yourself?&lt;br /&gt;right, i may say that committing suicide is silly.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe junwei is right,&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day i would end up on the rooftop of some random building,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of ending my life.&lt;br /&gt;but at that moment,&lt;br /&gt;i will make myself remember this,&lt;br /&gt;my life ends there,&lt;br /&gt;but my problems don't.&lt;br /&gt;these problems would become problems of others,&lt;br /&gt;and they would have a need to solve it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking about a strong mindset,&lt;br /&gt;it's not what you want that you can have.&lt;br /&gt;it comes naturally in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;that you look at things openly,&lt;br /&gt;and you can find the bright side of things.&lt;br /&gt;and you work towards it.&lt;br /&gt;as supported from evidence of dunno how many suicides in this world,&lt;br /&gt;many people are unable to think "on the bright side"&lt;br /&gt;they choose to run away, instead of facing problems and hardship.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;the reason is simple,&lt;br /&gt;because they think that it's too hard.&lt;br /&gt;and then you approach the same problem,&lt;br /&gt;but you say, "it's easy".&lt;br /&gt;because everybody has different perceptions of what is hard and what is easy.&lt;br /&gt;it depends on that one person's character, the environment he grew up in, and many other factors.&lt;br /&gt;that is what makes up one unique individual.&lt;br /&gt;so when others cannot reach your expectations, don't blame them.&lt;br /&gt;you might think that these expectations is low,&lt;br /&gt;but to them,&lt;br /&gt;it might just be too high, and they just can't do it,&lt;br /&gt;even if they try their best.&lt;br /&gt;and what people would usually say is, "try harder".&lt;br /&gt;but trying harder  needs time.&lt;br /&gt;time is like a important factor of everything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;some people think that they don't have the time to do things,&lt;br /&gt;but some people think they just have too much time.&lt;br /&gt;you can't wish that you would have unlimited time to do things in this world,&lt;br /&gt;because it's is actually impossible.&lt;br /&gt;even if you do finish something,&lt;br /&gt;and because of the unlimited time,&lt;br /&gt;you would just be stuck there forever.&lt;br /&gt;and another thing is,&lt;br /&gt;it's not within our control to have unlimited time.&lt;br /&gt;oops. (out of point sia.)&lt;br /&gt;back to having a strong mindset,&lt;br /&gt;without people giving you their opinions through counseling,&lt;br /&gt;you would not even know how to change your own thinkings,&lt;br /&gt;so as to change to be mentally stronger.&lt;br /&gt;so, counseling do help at times.&lt;br /&gt;but after all,&lt;br /&gt;it all goes back to that person's decision of whether he wants to be mentally stronger or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay. i sound like im totally contradicting junwei.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, i shall attempt to do my la speech now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;till then.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-4507175436784045983?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/4507175436784045983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=4507175436784045983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4507175436784045983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4507175436784045983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/08/uhh.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-7448362705927586273</id><published>2008-08-13T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:50:49.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im starting to think again why and what do we work so hard for?&lt;br /&gt;for what reason do we push ourselves so hard for?&lt;br /&gt;just for that sense of achievement?&lt;br /&gt;for pride?&lt;br /&gt;or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have yet to find that answer till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just like we are putting in a 101% of effort,&lt;br /&gt;but it's like we dont get anything in the end.&lt;br /&gt;and when things get too hard,&lt;br /&gt;who wouldn't think of giving up..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder what's the point of having 以身作则 this phrase in chinese?&lt;br /&gt;becos it doesn't seem to exist much in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why is "sorry" this word created in this world?&lt;br /&gt;cos it's kinda "misused" by people all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and don't be surprised if you see me daoing/not smiling to you 2moro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cos i dun know what people wan me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-7448362705927586273?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/7448362705927586273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=7448362705927586273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7448362705927586273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7448362705927586273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-starting-to-think-again-why-and-what.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-3013000300749691309</id><published>2008-08-06T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:04:59.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>superr longg never update lee.&lt;br /&gt;D: falling sick is bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;and not going to school is even more bad bad bad. D:&lt;br /&gt;im very worried about chem now.&lt;br /&gt;acids. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;i dunno anything?!&lt;br /&gt;and history too. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;even with notes, nothing will go into my brain&lt;br /&gt;unless somebody teach me about it and im listening. D:&lt;br /&gt;omg lah.&lt;br /&gt;why did i have to miss sch?! &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;got back history paper today.&lt;br /&gt;im actually very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;it's not as if my marks were like very bad,&lt;br /&gt;it's just that everybody did so well with like almost 30 ppl got As?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;it's just like everyone did so well,&lt;br /&gt;and yet i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;and i just dun understand why i just dunno how to link can.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;if i just change a bit of the last sentence for the last line of every paragraph and link to the ques,&lt;br /&gt;i could have jolly well gotten 2 more marks or even 3, which would be like 10% more.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, miss chua is right anws, no point crying over spilled milk.&lt;br /&gt;so, das ist mir egal. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll pick up myself from where i fall. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. had cip ytd.&lt;br /&gt;it kinda like sent me thinking over a lot of stuff in this world again.&lt;br /&gt;it's not really like im freaked out or what.&lt;br /&gt;i just.. suddenly had a lot of thoughts about a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and to think that this world is complicated,&lt;br /&gt;becos of us struggling everyday with studies, exams, etc.&lt;br /&gt;it's like so hard.&lt;br /&gt;but compared to others, this is actually nothing.&lt;br /&gt;and we don't really know what they really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;they can't express themselves well.&lt;br /&gt;compared to other cips, this one is a really different experience.&lt;br /&gt;i don't deny that i was traumatised by some things after the cip,&lt;br /&gt;but it's more of a reflecting state.&lt;br /&gt;still remembered somebody from 204 did her chi sia on guan huai&lt;br /&gt;and when she fen xiang with us her sia, somebody asked a question like "why do people guan huai each other?"&lt;br /&gt;and i think the answer is just like, because no man is independent.&lt;br /&gt;like no man is like an island, able to stand on its own.&lt;br /&gt;we depend on each other, and the reason why there is "love" in this world is that all of us have feelings, feeling of being happy, sad, angry, etc. but most importantly, the feeling of being loved. It's such a mystical feeling, making you know that you're important to someone, someone needs you, and you need them too, in this world, you have a stand, somebody just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cares&lt;/span&gt; about you. and this love makes everyone cares for each other.&lt;br /&gt;and that's why we have such things like cip.&lt;br /&gt;cip is just like letting students serve the community,&lt;br /&gt;what real care and love is without hoping anything in return, you do things for others and care for them.&lt;br /&gt;we students do cip mainly because we're told to do so,&lt;br /&gt;because we have a need to do so.&lt;br /&gt;and i know myself that despite typing all these things out here now,&lt;br /&gt;i don't think you would see me as an volunteer helping out in charitable organisations etc.&lt;br /&gt;on this world, there is nothing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fair&lt;/span&gt;, everything can be just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ironic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;not that i want to criticise teachers, but actually not only teachers,&lt;br /&gt;when we teach other people stuff, like moral values etc,&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, do we even do it in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;if we don't, how do you expect people to listen to you and do it too?&lt;br /&gt;it's just too hard.&lt;br /&gt;and whether we want to care for others,&lt;br /&gt;we want to love others,&lt;br /&gt;we want to help others,&lt;br /&gt;it's just our own choice, our own decision.&lt;br /&gt;if you dare to take the first step,&lt;br /&gt;why won't you have the courage to walk the whole journey?&lt;br /&gt;after all, you have already started on the journey.&lt;br /&gt;so instead of turning back and walking away, why don't you just try and who knows, you might just finish the whole journey, exceeding your own expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we humans just think too much.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it might be much better if we can just stay innocent,&lt;br /&gt;and live a simple life.&lt;br /&gt;it did often be happy.&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carefree&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;saying it is easy, but it's never easy to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;because this world is just too complicated,&lt;br /&gt;it just consist of too many problems and troubles,&lt;br /&gt;too many dissatisfaction, too many unpleasant experiences, too many sadness.&lt;br /&gt;it's filled with too many of these things,&lt;br /&gt;that it's almost impossible to stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe sometimes, thinking too much is bad for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i just don't understand why people can be so insensitive to the feelings of other people and such.&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not really their fault,&lt;br /&gt;if we just try to laugh it out,&lt;br /&gt;maybe everything would be alright,&lt;br /&gt;but after all, it would hurt and leave a mark.&lt;br /&gt;and when this mark gets too deep,&lt;br /&gt;that person would be hurt severely,&lt;br /&gt;and you don't know what might just happen.&lt;br /&gt;it's like "ji shao cheng duo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everyone could just think more about others,&lt;br /&gt;things might just get better.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not tt easy,&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes lose control of myself too.&lt;br /&gt;when somethings get out of hand,&lt;br /&gt;it's just too hard to control it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough dwelling.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;there's ict 2moro!!&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like haven't done anything.&lt;br /&gt;and assignment 2 is due by 2moro!&lt;br /&gt;OMG CAN. D:&lt;br /&gt;alot of stuff to doO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh my. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;no time to do ict.&lt;br /&gt;i need flash. D:&lt;br /&gt;but then i dun have time to go comp lab doo. ):&lt;br /&gt;sad sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;hope everything goes well 2moroo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明天会更好吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's up to us to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-3013000300749691309?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/3013000300749691309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=3013000300749691309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3013000300749691309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3013000300749691309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/08/superr-longg-never-update-lee.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-13000674982120093</id><published>2008-07-30T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:19:43.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall make a quick post and let my bro use the comp.&lt;br /&gt;i think he's kinda pissed with me. :X&lt;br /&gt;cos i needed to ask yueqi about la stuff.&lt;br /&gt;then keep dragging. xD&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyways, i got my voice back!&lt;br /&gt;after missing it for 1 and 3 quarters dayy!&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;br /&gt;omg. im starting to love it. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;it's hard not to talk!&lt;br /&gt;just hope tt i dont lose it 2moro during drill again. =\&lt;br /&gt;on mc for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;tt's quite bad! D:&lt;br /&gt;2 days not going to sch!&lt;br /&gt;im like missing so much stuff can.&lt;br /&gt;omg. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;and my chem wksts!&lt;br /&gt;omgomg.&lt;br /&gt;havent hand in.&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno how to do all!&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;ppl save meee.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. relax. :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i love yueqi! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;cos she's not an aedes mosquito!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. okay, it doesnt link at all. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my family and sqdms and everybody else &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay, a bit too high.&lt;br /&gt;and tt lonely soul(yinghui) out there!&lt;br /&gt;dont wander too far!&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming to sch 2moro, and you won't be lonely! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;i owe 1 person letter. D:&lt;br /&gt;and others whom i write to owes me :X&lt;br /&gt;haha. good luck for ur match 2moro ZEN! :D &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy. i better goooo.&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder if yueqi is really gonna bold my link on her blog! .__."&lt;br /&gt;haha. buhhbiies world, &lt;br /&gt;i'm back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to work! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-13000674982120093?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/13000674982120093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=13000674982120093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/13000674982120093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/13000674982120093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-shall-make-quick-post-and-let-my-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-5972302213961865181</id><published>2008-07-28T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:38:31.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some ppl just suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace(LEE) asked me today why this blog is so emo..&lt;br /&gt;lol, the answer is because behind everybody's smiles, everybody bounds to have their own troubles and problems. and this is my way of venting it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;204 WON CROSS COUNTRY WITHIN THE LEVEL AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOTS~ :D&lt;br /&gt;OUR RUNNERS ROCKS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly felt so stoned, and i dunno wad to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;uhh. NATIONAL DAY IS COMING.&lt;br /&gt;it's like super soon!! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHS.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i shall go and read novels. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-5972302213961865181?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/5972302213961865181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=5972302213961865181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5972302213961865181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5972302213961865181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-ppl-just-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-8218057818282596859</id><published>2008-07-22T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:38:57.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time no blog.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm blogging during block tests week. D:&lt;br /&gt;im a bit dun feel like studying for block tests nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;like u know, just feel like heck-care-ing.&lt;br /&gt;but the past 4 papers were okay.&lt;br /&gt;left math 2moro. good luck to everybody and myself! ((:&lt;br /&gt;my math is like dropping alot,&lt;br /&gt;must practise more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and yueqi 'traced' my blogg.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i dun mind this blog being exposed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and yup, you better get to know me more yueqi! :D&lt;br /&gt;cos im kinda shy. :X jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think msn works better for us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh. our class is gonna split a few months later.&lt;br /&gt;time is flying away like crazy. D:&lt;br /&gt;and i don't really know wad combi i really wan,&lt;br /&gt;although i keep saying i would take triple science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;too many doubts in my life.. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back pri sch today!&lt;br /&gt;cos they celebrated racial harmony.&lt;br /&gt;then can go in. :D&lt;br /&gt;too bad mdm sng was sick so she not in school.&lt;br /&gt;all the unfamiliar faces there.&lt;br /&gt;things do change, &lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;don't they?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh. lots of memories came back.&lt;br /&gt;we went around the whole school. (:&lt;br /&gt;and visited 6H classroom.&lt;br /&gt;some of the things there werent changed. (:&lt;br /&gt;like the position of the cabinets and so on.&lt;br /&gt;it lets me feel a strong sense of belonging.&lt;br /&gt;guess i do miss the past times.. &lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;i do, really&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent had the chance, time, mood to create blogskin for squad blog.&lt;br /&gt;i do work harder now,&lt;br /&gt;i know it myself.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i should work harderrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;many things happened within our squad..&lt;br /&gt;hope everything can be solved tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan all of us to keep frowning and getting frustrated over it.&lt;br /&gt;guess all the problems started becos of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;becos of my post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad german test is postponed to 28th next week.(:&lt;br /&gt;vielen Dank Herr Neiser~&lt;br /&gt;if not i would be mugging like crazy now. D:&lt;br /&gt;uhhh. i need to study hard on sunday liao~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;okayyy. time to goooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm building my hopes and dreams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-8218057818282596859?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/8218057818282596859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=8218057818282596859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8218057818282596859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8218057818282596859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-time-no-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-1105270178380859384</id><published>2008-07-16T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:23:57.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trying to relax myself as much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dun wan the migraines to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German.&lt;br /&gt;there's compo to do. D:&lt;br /&gt;omg. compo for elearning. -.-&lt;br /&gt;sian sia..&lt;br /&gt;and i've been back since 3.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;and my bro just passed me the com to use after so long. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random moodswings these few days.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i've been too moody. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope everything will get better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopes dashed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-1105270178380859384?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1105270178380859384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=1105270178380859384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1105270178380859384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1105270178380859384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/07/trying-to-relax-myself-as-much-now.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-4285969159526016547</id><published>2008-07-12T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:20:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been long since i posted.&lt;br /&gt;well, im really getting busier these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, it's the fact tt i try to do more work. :D&lt;br /&gt;well, tt's good uhh.&lt;br /&gt;i should be doing math written task now.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not. D:&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall do it after my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. many things had happened.&lt;br /&gt;happy or unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;i've told someone today that i will hang in there for myself and the world. (:&lt;br /&gt;and it's a promise!&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling much better nowadays, &lt;br /&gt;compared to the weak me ard 2 to 3 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;and i shall not emo. :D&lt;br /&gt;go icy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;and to warn someone who promised tt she would hang in there for everyone too,&lt;br /&gt;i don't want empty promises from u.&lt;br /&gt;if u promise it, you do it. (:&lt;br /&gt;if not, why did u promise me in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told somebody alot of stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;and i really hope u do change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's elearning week next week.&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;no 3rd lang. xD&lt;br /&gt;as in dun need go there. =X&lt;br /&gt;this shows how lazy i am. -.-&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;i do love my home uh!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, my mum bought a new phone and she promised tt she would let me use it.&lt;br /&gt;but my bro is snatching it from me. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;stupid can.&lt;br /&gt;i wan my new phoneeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfair unfair. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;wells, what thing is fair in this world?&lt;br /&gt;and my neighbour's tv is on until super loud now.&lt;br /&gt;he always does tt. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so loud until i can totally hear clearly wad he watching.&lt;br /&gt;like, stupid luh. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;but ahh well, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt really bother me tt much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay end here.&lt;br /&gt;when things get too busier, i tend to forget wad cause me to be so busy.&lt;br /&gt;as in all the stuff i did.&lt;br /&gt;so posts get shorter and shorter. .__.&lt;br /&gt;byeeebyeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;when i say i love you, you know i mean it, really. (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-4285969159526016547?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/4285969159526016547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=4285969159526016547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4285969159526016547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4285969159526016547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-long-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-6057096078581730944</id><published>2008-07-08T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:52:40.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO.&lt;br /&gt;im in a better mood todayy.&lt;br /&gt;cos spent lots of time ytd until 11 plus to do the debate thingy.&lt;br /&gt;and li lao shi said both zheng fang and fan fang de yi bian script very good. :D&lt;br /&gt;weeee.&lt;br /&gt;and lots of things happened ytd too,&lt;br /&gt;unhappy things, which i dun wanna talk about anymoree.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. im slacking now to make up for the hard time ytdd.&lt;br /&gt;haha, doesnt sound very logical.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, im illogical.&lt;br /&gt;i have always been like this u know. =X&lt;br /&gt;nth much to blog abouttt,&lt;br /&gt;and here's peckyee darling's elmo pic. :D&lt;br /&gt;haha. i hope it isnt the same as the one she has. .__."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SHNiermBJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/m5hiTeuwYRg/s1600-h/DSC01840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SHNiermBJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/m5hiTeuwYRg/s320/DSC01840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220624672290318178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-6057096078581730944?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6057096078581730944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=6057096078581730944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6057096078581730944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6057096078581730944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/07/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SHNiermBJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/m5hiTeuwYRg/s72-c/DSC01840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-2777546762140615504</id><published>2008-07-06T18:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:02:17.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided to post cos im super sian diao now.&lt;br /&gt;it's been like one week since i updated this blog. D:&lt;br /&gt;sorry luhs, too busy with stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要拿我们来出气.&lt;br /&gt;think about urself b4 u talk about others.&lt;br /&gt;因为你也好不到哪里去.你们比他们更烂.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;it's been packed with lots of activities.&lt;br /&gt;and work.&lt;br /&gt;and frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;and vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasnt in a very good mood this week.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes high, sometimes emo, sometimes vulgarities-ish.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i snapped at u for nth and for emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't wad i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;but nobody can really stand tt damn attitude of urs u know.&lt;br /&gt;it's totally ______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;german is getting harder and harder to learn.&lt;br /&gt;my brain doesnt seem to absorb any german stuff.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i wasnt even putting in enough effort.&lt;br /&gt;but i've too many stuff to fuss about and THINK.&lt;br /&gt;it's just too overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna flunk my german project.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear tt im gonna quit german by the end of this year.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never make it through next year if i continue with german&lt;br /&gt;im just not cut out for german u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's been nagging and scolding and whatever thing these few days.&lt;br /&gt;it's totally irritating.&lt;br /&gt;everytime he's out or asleep,&lt;br /&gt;my bro will play com.&lt;br /&gt;then only after he woke up and came back,&lt;br /&gt;my bro would pass to me to use/play.&lt;br /&gt;wth can.&lt;br /&gt;then i always end up getting scolded.&lt;br /&gt;can't he just mind his own business.&lt;br /&gt;as if im always wrong.&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt even bother to find out the reason,&lt;br /&gt;or rather doesnt even bother to LISTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unhappy stuff keeps coming.&lt;br /&gt;and some ppl just give a damn attitude.&lt;br /&gt;and think tt they are always right.&lt;br /&gt;and whatever shyt.&lt;br /&gt;they never think about other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;and they never bother to change,&lt;br /&gt;cos no matter wad, ppl just arent able to express to them.&lt;br /&gt;and i doubt they would even listen,&lt;br /&gt;like yeah. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the hatred just keeps building up,&lt;br /&gt;and till one day,&lt;br /&gt;who knows,&lt;br /&gt;like yeah, maybe one day,&lt;br /&gt;i would just let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;and everything would be over u know.&lt;br /&gt;everythingg.&lt;br /&gt;and the most i would just jump off the building,&lt;br /&gt;and there's nth more to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;but this would just add on to other ppl's worries.&lt;br /&gt;so even if i have no other choice,&lt;br /&gt;i will not take tt way out.&lt;br /&gt;it just doesnt solve anything,&lt;br /&gt;but waste a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had youth day fun fair on friday.&lt;br /&gt;well, baked potatos and spudman!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;haha, 204 earned $415 if im not wrong. ;D&lt;br /&gt;not bad lah, alth it's the lowest among the highest in the few levels.&lt;br /&gt;and i worked 3 shifts.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, ppl just dun turn up for shifts.&lt;br /&gt;and there wasn't enough ppl to help out.&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up staying there for 3 shifts.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, everybody abandons me and im alone.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;so i just hmm, continued to do lor.&lt;br /&gt;and the bacon bits smells really nice! xD&lt;br /&gt;after 3 shifts, helped jieyi for the fashion rojak thing.&lt;br /&gt;cos mq not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;so it became jy.&lt;br /&gt;then jy also not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;so me and angela and amanda and hyo lim ended up searching the whole school&lt;br /&gt;and asking our class ppl to become models.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, nobody wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;and jy missed the time.&lt;br /&gt;so we forfeited,&lt;br /&gt;no big deal though.&lt;br /&gt;then we started to buy some food.&lt;br /&gt;and i ate very little.&lt;br /&gt;after tt went to the mummy hunt thingy.&lt;br /&gt;haha, they have lots of fake spiders there. xD&lt;br /&gt;then spent the rest of the coupons on food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;and went back to class to meet dorothy for public duty.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, tt's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked my whole day through ytd and today.&lt;br /&gt;today got do some work lah.&lt;br /&gt;then i ended up listening to music cos i finished those work tt doesnt require a comp(which obviously is very little).&lt;br /&gt;i shall try continue the script for chi debate later. =\&lt;br /&gt;then yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a busy week,&lt;br /&gt;with lots of random moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;and who knows,&lt;br /&gt;maybe my mood wun get better the following week.&lt;br /&gt;it might just get worse, seeing some ppl ard.&lt;br /&gt;and more work and frustrations and troubles.&lt;br /&gt;i might just give up at tt moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, it's 7 alr.&lt;br /&gt;i better off the comp,&lt;br /&gt;b4 my dad comes out of the bathroom and off the main switch.&lt;br /&gt;it's always tt irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-2777546762140615504?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/2777546762140615504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=2777546762140615504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/2777546762140615504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/2777546762140615504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/07/decided-to-post-cos-im-super-sian-diao.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-7436485588751425607</id><published>2008-06-29T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:48:01.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things that can't be expressed in a public blog..&lt;br /&gt;But it would be always in my heart. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my chi sia, chem, cme, geog, math.&lt;br /&gt;left german to doo.&lt;br /&gt;oh myy.&lt;br /&gt;im worried about german.&lt;br /&gt;project project. D:&lt;br /&gt;well, guess i would just try my besttt.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2days gone alr.&lt;br /&gt;and tt kinda feeling is still there.&lt;br /&gt;wonder when it would go away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro pissed me off again.&lt;br /&gt;like seriously,&lt;br /&gt;im always thinking why do i have such a brother.&lt;br /&gt;when other ppl's brothers are so nice to them.&lt;br /&gt;am i unlucky or wad?&lt;br /&gt;but still, nothing can change the fact that he's my brother, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been sleeping quite late these few days.&lt;br /&gt;compared to other days luh.&lt;br /&gt;i totally didnt do anything ytd.&lt;br /&gt;like yeah, i jsut stoned the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;and only used/play the com a bit at 6 sth ytd,&lt;br /&gt;cos my bro just kept playing.&lt;br /&gt;i dun understand what's the point of him acting in front of my dad,&lt;br /&gt;like yeah, seriously?&lt;br /&gt;just do wad u want to do.&lt;br /&gt;he dun wan let u play com, then too bad?&lt;br /&gt;like if he had worked much harder,&lt;br /&gt;would my dad even had to ban him from com and tv?&lt;br /&gt;and everytime my dad goes out,&lt;br /&gt;he will hook on to the comp or tv.&lt;br /&gt;and when my dad's home,&lt;br /&gt;he would be like, trying to act guai,&lt;br /&gt;do some math work(which was due after hols, but dunno wad happen to his teacher or sth)&lt;br /&gt;and read the storybooks i borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;but at least it will do him some good.&lt;br /&gt;and apparently my mum asked him to return the storybooks i borrowed on fri or thurs(cant rmb(.&lt;br /&gt;and then he complained tt the books too heavy or sth.&lt;br /&gt;so he took one outtt.&lt;br /&gt;so the books were like due ytd.&lt;br /&gt;and now, one of the books is overdue.&lt;br /&gt;great, he thinks he has lots of money.&lt;br /&gt;so he's gonna pay for the fineee.&lt;br /&gt;which will always end up to be paid by my mum.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about my bro.&lt;br /&gt;talking about him is just wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;time to do german.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;memories, photos, everything&lt;br /&gt;it's always lingering inside my mind and my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-7436485588751425607?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/7436485588751425607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=7436485588751425607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7436485588751425607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7436485588751425607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/emptiness-many-things-that-cant-be.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-3771977049518790093</id><published>2008-06-28T18:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:30:06.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-13683000b6699b49" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13683000b6699b49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331424110%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BC323C045B80CA2F91F313701D0F62F7A3DDF6C.11A4B0DE699AF63F51BB7C86F57A4EC488DCEBAF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13683000b6699b49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9TNUL-M8pmP1--RfDhRxNXYVT0g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13683000b6699b49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331424110%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BC323C045B80CA2F91F313701D0F62F7A3DDF6C.11A4B0DE699AF63F51BB7C86F57A4EC488DCEBAF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13683000b6699b49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9TNUL-M8pmP1--RfDhRxNXYVT0g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUAD MONTAGE!! :D&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly realised maybe it's not such a good choice to post this here. xD&lt;br /&gt;cos got some photos, hmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll get killed by yh on mon. D:&lt;br /&gt;if she sees this. &lt;i&gt;memories. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYa0thJQvI/AAAAAAAAADI/4cGGwlo_1Z0/s1600-h/DSC01853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYa0thJQvI/AAAAAAAAADI/4cGGwlo_1Z0/s320/DSC01853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216886711229432562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my "birthday cake" from sqdms! HEH. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYa07uCDZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1kds957qJRQ/s1600-h/DSC01858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYa07uCDZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1kds957qJRQ/s320/DSC01858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216886715041582482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQDMS! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYcBC08Z1I/AAAAAAAAADk/ORNPG94N3-I/s1600-h/DSC01838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYcBC08Z1I/AAAAAAAAADk/ORNPG94N3-I/s320/DSC01838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216888022619678546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMBO AND RATTY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYcCNqX9wI/AAAAAAAAADs/2Zk2bQqmSoM/s1600-h/DSC01710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYcCNqX9wI/AAAAAAAAADs/2Zk2bQqmSoM/s320/DSC01710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216888042708006658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the sky is niceee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYcCWHzf8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Fm87E2BZeGs/s1600-h/DSC01714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYcCWHzf8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Fm87E2BZeGs/s320/DSC01714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216888044978929602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEYORE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYdN-XNHvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/U9LXZnxnFQU/s1600-h/DSC01532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYdN-XNHvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/U9LXZnxnFQU/s320/DSC01532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216889344271130354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUBIK'S CUBE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYdNxIyW8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KbfMD2DFQh4/s1600-h/DSC01551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYdNxIyW8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KbfMD2DFQh4/s320/DSC01551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216889340720995266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILOSO! Squad outing in nov/dec last year(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYeTF5_HuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xgAaZp_eQio/s1600-h/DSC01606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYeTF5_HuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xgAaZp_eQio/s320/DSC01606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216890531707035362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLIPPY! :D on my head. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYeUxGqpkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3aYYs3b_9Bg/s1600-h/DSC01784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYeUxGqpkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3aYYs3b_9Bg/s320/DSC01784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216890560482813506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubik's cubes in my class! we used to be crazy about it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYeUEaVyCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ppnOPeCmVyY/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYeUEaVyCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ppnOPeCmVyY/s320/DSC01735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216890548485736482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen's doggy. :D p.s. this is not flippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYeUeSs-4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-egHSlslUVk/s1600-h/DSC01736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYeUeSs-4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-egHSlslUVk/s320/DSC01736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216890555433024386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen's bearrr. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYeTTGvMpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CvMpC3na4fs/s1600-h/DSC01734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYeTTGvMpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CvMpC3na4fs/s320/DSC01734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216890535250178706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen's doggy with her bear's dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad happened to her bearrr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYdOJRJ5EI/AAAAAAAAAEM/M96fmxoRhsg/s1600-h/DSC01733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYdOJRJ5EI/AAAAAAAAAEM/M96fmxoRhsg/s320/DSC01733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216889347198542914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is wad happened! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYfdHyfaiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6SkRYt1MkXk/s1600-h/DSC01823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYfdHyfaiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6SkRYt1MkXk/s320/DSC01823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216891803522787874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenery at our hotel room in malacca! room 706! :D&lt;br /&gt;it's a ferris wheel with lights at night. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. guess tt's all. :D&lt;br /&gt;will upload more if one day i decide to upload the photos in my cam. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;all these brightens up my life. :D and i love every little part of my lifee. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-3771977049518790093?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/3771977049518790093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=3771977049518790093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3771977049518790093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3771977049518790093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/nvm-i-took-so-long-to-upload-this.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGYa0thJQvI/AAAAAAAAADI/4cGGwlo_1Z0/s72-c/DSC01853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-61070119002767113</id><published>2008-06-27T22:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:59:26.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>27/06/08 &lt;i&gt;-the memories&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 12 and woke up at 4 ytd.&lt;br /&gt;sianz.&lt;br /&gt;but feel chao accomplished to finish sqd montage and burn the discs for prcs!&lt;br /&gt;They love the sqd tee(:&lt;br /&gt;and we love them. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the lousy perf and speech..&lt;br /&gt;we aren't very good at words,&lt;br /&gt;but wells, action speaks louder than words!&lt;br /&gt;so hope tt the presents ke yi pu changggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful bottles, beautiful memories.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT2kaG-tWI/AAAAAAAAABg/FcwCaxZ2lyQ/s1600-h/DSC01860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT2kaG-tWI/AAAAAAAAABg/FcwCaxZ2lyQ/s320/DSC01860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565373746197858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT2kjWwDAI/AAAAAAAAABo/ITmZfWNCJns/s1600-h/DSC01866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT2kjWwDAI/AAAAAAAAABo/ITmZfWNCJns/s320/DSC01866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565376228264962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT2kw-YOMI/AAAAAAAAABw/WRH_Trs4Uqw/s1600-h/DSC01867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT2kw-YOMI/AAAAAAAAABw/WRH_Trs4Uqw/s320/DSC01867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565379884136642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT2k7Yk8iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8rB1ROjX8zA/s1600-h/DSC01868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT2k7Yk8iI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8rB1ROjX8zA/s320/DSC01868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565382678376994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT2lNfg6YI/AAAAAAAAACA/gMI4xJ2W-hc/s1600-h/DSC01869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT2lNfg6YI/AAAAAAAAACA/gMI4xJ2W-hc/s320/DSC01869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565387539310978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3B8keKuI/AAAAAAAAACI/zwPH3tic4XQ/s1600-h/DSC01870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3B8keKuI/AAAAAAAAACI/zwPH3tic4XQ/s320/DSC01870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565881212906210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3CFz2LHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/26geIQQuvHE/s1600-h/DSC01871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3CFz2LHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/26geIQQuvHE/s320/DSC01871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565883693313138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3CHurhoI/AAAAAAAAACY/S7TOmIQf8nM/s1600-h/DSC01872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3CHurhoI/AAAAAAAAACY/S7TOmIQf8nM/s320/DSC01872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565884208514690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3COolfEI/AAAAAAAAACg/KDIDLp0_Ak0/s1600-h/DSC01873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3COolfEI/AAAAAAAAACg/KDIDLp0_Ak0/s320/DSC01873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565886062001218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3CXfgE2I/AAAAAAAAACo/3cJv3G0IsYQ/s1600-h/DSC01875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3CXfgE2I/AAAAAAAAACo/3cJv3G0IsYQ/s320/DSC01875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216565888439817058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3kSOLy3I/AAAAAAAAACw/taTR954yq1c/s1600-h/DSC01876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3kSOLy3I/AAAAAAAAACw/taTR954yq1c/s320/DSC01876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216566471140559730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3kWbukkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NJNHhrH4dDs/s1600-h/DSC01877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3kWbukkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NJNHhrH4dDs/s320/DSC01877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216566472271106626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3klzv-JI/AAAAAAAAADA/zbtUli8ewKw/s1600-h/DSC01878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT3klzv-JI/AAAAAAAAADA/zbtUli8ewKw/s320/DSC01878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216566476398393490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short of pictures of another 2 bottles.. didnt have time to take photooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;we promise we'll be the last to fall, a promise is a promise. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-61070119002767113?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/61070119002767113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=61070119002767113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/61070119002767113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/61070119002767113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/270608-memories-slept-at-12-and-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gdekdyq0quE/SGT2kaG-tWI/AAAAAAAAABg/FcwCaxZ2lyQ/s72-c/DSC01860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-6036681828119555756</id><published>2008-06-23T14:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:47:20.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYYYYY~&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME~&lt;br /&gt;:D HAHA, I FEEL SO LOVED TODAYY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, i still fell sick again.&lt;br /&gt;on my bday.&lt;br /&gt;how bad can this get? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so sorry SQUADMATES!&lt;br /&gt;make u all prepare for nth. D:&lt;br /&gt;then in the end i also never go schh!&lt;br /&gt;We'll party after parade rehearsal 2moro afternoon kayyy!&lt;br /&gt;then we can go weeeeeeeeeeeee~ x))&lt;br /&gt;and take lots of photos! YES.&lt;br /&gt;LOTS. we need squad photos~ :D&lt;br /&gt;and this time with our dear prcs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i didnt really manage to finish my hw ytd.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i fell sick becos of stress D:&lt;br /&gt;gahhs. and i think my mother is very worried.&lt;br /&gt;she almost wanted me to quit sj. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, but im not quitting~&lt;br /&gt;and sorry mum! made u so worried. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i think i sound v happy in this post!&lt;br /&gt;WELL I AM!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe it cann!&lt;br /&gt;I have new kor :D&lt;br /&gt;Jason kor. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;Eh, dun get mistaken, it's not tt JASON TAN u know. -.-&lt;br /&gt;His birthday is today too!&lt;br /&gt;AND WE MET TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;Wad a coincidence cann! &lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the list of people i wanna say thankyou to for wishing me happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;1ST UP: EDWIN KOR! :D -Heh. i did listen to u and read ur msg at 12! =DD And u dun need to tell me u needa be first, cos u'll always be the first! :D Becos u're impt! :D (unlike my bro who doesnt even rmb my bday -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these are not in orderr, cos well, im old and cant rmb who wished me first. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~YING HUI!!! :D -YAY. SQDM &lt;3 HAHA. Okay, we had a deal to strive together right! ai ni &lt;3 and dun think too much kayy~ JIAYOU~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~EILEEN!!! :D -SQDM! &lt;3 HEH. Thankyou for wishing me happy birthday thrice, eh no 4 times. Twice on my blog(beforehand), once on msn 2 days ago, and at 12 sth today! cos ur history teacher was late. -.- HAHA~ anata o aiishiteru! and i know u tagged tt u love me! I know how to read jap kayy! xD and i know u would say, "watashi mo anata o aiishiteru!" ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~WILLA!!! :D -SQDM BEARBEAR! &lt;3 THankyou for buying 8 polar cakes for me alth u wanted to buy a pandan cake! sorry to make ur effort go to waste! SORRY SORRY! &gt;&lt; But thanks so muchhhh~ ;DDD anata o aiishiteru! ^^ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~CALEAN!!! :D -I cant believe u rmb my bday! Thanks so much for making my day happier alth im sick! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~MARCUS KOR/RIO!!! :D -Let me think, did u wish me? Yeah, i think u did on msn! xD Thank youuu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~PECKYEE DARLING!!! :D -THANK YOU SO MUCH DARLING! AI NI YI BEI ZI~ &lt;3 :D And yes, i know eeyores are ex. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~HWEEHOON!!! :D -Thanks for wishing me early~ ((: Well, u will know wad i bought u when we meet up someday! WE MUST MEET UP KAYY~ I MISSED U ALL~ &lt;3 And i bet gina doesnt know it's my bday today! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~JASON KOR!!! :D -Well, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOO! :D Enjoy ur birthday kayy, and thanks~ i hope everything goes well 2moro u know.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~THAT RANDOM GUY IN AUDI NAMED BBABYMARCUS! -Erm, thanks for wishing me? zzz. anyways, u sux. i told u i was a decent girl luhs! and u can go horny on ur own~ i'm not suited to be with u, or rather, i will never be with u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~CANDY!!! :D -Met you in audi todayy too! :D Thanks and goodluck with ur hw~ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~XIAOBOY(or sth)!!! :D -I know ur name is darren! From ur email. xDD met u in audi today also! thanks too, now, have i rmbed wrongly about u wishing me? .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~FANG ZI!!! :D -COUSIN! &lt;3 Well, i just received ur sms! Thanks~~ Missed u all alottt, guess all the schoolwork are keeping us away from each otherr. JIAYOU with studies~ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KATHERINE!!! :D -ANGEL! &lt;3 Thanks~ I will work hard to get into 301~ :D and dun rush about the present! OH. and i owe u letter. sorry. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~BIRTHDAY ALARM!!! :D -AHAHA. THIS IS RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ZEN!!! :D -HAHA. THANKS! :D &lt;3 wells, it's okay to wish me late! At least u remembered. ^^ and jiayou with workk~ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~YEAR 1 SQUAD!! :D -THANKS JUNIORS~ Jiayou with cca and stuff kayy! Must do ur besttt~ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~MARGARET!!! :D -OF COURSE I RMB U! Thanks for wishing me on friendster! &lt;3 miss you lots ;D i hope we have class gathering soon~ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ESTHER!!! :D -AUDI DARLING! Not classmate! x)) THANKS~ AND LOVE YOU TOO~ :D &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~DENISE!!! :D -SESE~ xDD THANKS ^^&lt;br /&gt;okay. im lazy to post msgs, so here are the name list! :D&lt;br /&gt;~ JUNWEI!&lt;br /&gt;~ ANGELA!&lt;br /&gt;~ JIAWEN!&lt;br /&gt;~ JIEYI!&lt;br /&gt;~ WEITING!&lt;br /&gt;~ PEIYIN!&lt;br /&gt;~ SQDMS!&lt;br /&gt;~ JERALDINE!&lt;br /&gt;~ DENISE LAOPO! - YAY. WO AI NI! :D &lt;br /&gt;~ JIE CHI!&lt;br /&gt;~ PEITING!&lt;br /&gt;~ GERMAN CLASSMATES! &lt;br /&gt;~ AND ALL WHO WISHED ME. COS I FORGOT! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AND OF COURSE MY MUMMM!! &lt;3 - Thanks so much for everything~ Still need take care of me when u were sick too. ): thanks for the cake and love &lt;3 get well soon kayy! and i promised i would take care of myself. You know wad, i would do everything for u, and the reason is simple, just 4 words, &lt;big&gt;因为爱你！&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, i might leave out some ppl. told u i old le mahh xD anws, sorry if i left out ur name! shall update the list laterrr. :D&lt;br /&gt;my mum wants to cut cake with mee!&lt;br /&gt;2 ppl sounds kinda little. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall wait till nighttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Here's wad i suddenly realised ytd.&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda sad and stressed over hw.&lt;br /&gt;and me and yh talked alot at her hse.&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;and we walked home, and we talked..&lt;br /&gt;and i guess..&lt;br /&gt;We shouldnt regret the choices and decisions we have made. And i think i don't regret joining sj. Becos my mum kinda like asked me if the other ccas were as busy as sj, and i was like maybe club and societies not so busy(it's true). and she said maybe if i have joined mindsports or sth it would be better, as in only need use brain mahh. Then i realised, well, it's the stuff we achieved from joining a particular cca. Just like wad we do in life, we achieve sth from yet. 而每件事收获都不同.. So yeah, i promise i will stop &lt;i&gt;running away&lt;/i&gt; and do my best, and never fall again~ You never know wad these things can lead u to in the future. So i shall not give up, and see wad is the kind of future that awaits me. 我会开心的，我会... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. i think i typed quite long alr. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go for lunch leee~&lt;br /&gt;I hope im not having a fever. D:&lt;br /&gt;i feel kinda fever-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;and my bro just came home.&lt;br /&gt;and as expected, he didnt know it was my bday.&lt;br /&gt;and wants to eat my cake. D:&lt;br /&gt;so......&lt;br /&gt;but nvm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDRIE(同年同月同日出生的)! :D AND JASON KOR! :D &lt;3\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-im starting to cherish everything and go optimistic again, well, tt's good, isn't it? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL! Here's um kinda personality report from astrology.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 1: How You Approach Life and How You Appear To Others &lt;br /&gt;    You have powerful emotional attachments to the past, your family, your childhood, those places you associate with safety and security and your beginnings. Maintaining a connection with your roots and heritage and keeping family bonds strong are very important to you. Loyal, devoted, and sentimental, you tend to cling to whatever is dear to you, be it person, familiar place, or cherished possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section 2: The Inner You: Your Real Motivation &lt;br /&gt;    You are highly interested in inner, subjective, and personal issues, and your thinking is based more on feelings, intuition, personal experiences, and prejudices rather than reason or logic. Intellectual abilities and accomplishments without heart or soul mean little to you. You are empathic and would be an excellent counselor, for you are a sensitive listener and deeply interested in a person's feelings and inner life. In addition to psychology, you are drawn to education, art, poetry, music, or mythology. You are not especially confident about speaking in public, but will open up and share your thoughts in small, intimate groups. You enjoy keeping a diary or personal journal and reading the chronicles of others' lives and personal development. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a sample report of ME! so it's kinda short. well, it's short. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited-- 9.28pm -i'm amazed tt sqdms aren't online now. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-6036681828119555756?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6036681828119555756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=6036681828119555756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6036681828119555756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6036681828119555756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/yayyyyy-happy-birthday-to-me-d-haha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-6809870262100099671</id><published>2008-06-19T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T17:00:02.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the guilt is building up u know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i hate &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;migraine and fever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, happy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;glad tt yh is okay now!&lt;br /&gt;At least her backache has nth to do with her spine.&lt;br /&gt;good good thing. (:&lt;br /&gt;and hope everybody gets well soon; rest well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out now!&lt;br /&gt;for movies then dinner. :D&lt;br /&gt;heh. my mum takes it as a celebration for my bday! &lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyyyyyyyyyy. i think i had 3 posts today. .__.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. this is my 150th post!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-6809870262100099671?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6809870262100099671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=6809870262100099671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6809870262100099671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6809870262100099671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/guilt-is-building-up-u-know-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-235430388593390032</id><published>2008-06-19T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:56:09.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>post song lyrics. :D&lt;br /&gt;princess darling's blog song.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's quite meaningful. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的纪念 - 李雅微&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;数不清的泪我又哭了好几回&lt;br /&gt;幻化成蝶停留在这片落叶&lt;br /&gt;被风化的雪埋藏在千年以前&lt;br /&gt;我用尽一生的思念只为等着你出现&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回忆渐渐凋谢落在我身边&lt;br /&gt;唤不醒原来还跳动的画面&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就让我留在轮回的边缘等一道光线&lt;br /&gt;看见某年某月我们之间曾经说过的预言&lt;br /&gt;就让他带走你的那瞬间成为我们的纪念&lt;br /&gt;谁能发现我的世界曾经有过你的脸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;数不清的泪我又哭了好几回&lt;br /&gt;幻化成蝶停留在这片落叶&lt;br /&gt;被风化的雪埋藏在千年以前&lt;br /&gt;我用尽一生的思念只为等着你出现&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回忆渐渐凋谢落在我身边&lt;br /&gt;唤不醒原来还跳动的画面&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就让我留在轮回的边缘等一道光线&lt;br /&gt;看见某年某月我们之间曾经说过的预言&lt;br /&gt;就让他带走你的那瞬间成为我们的纪念&lt;br /&gt;谁能发现我的世界曾经有过你的脸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就让我留在轮回的边缘等一道光线&lt;br /&gt;看见某年某月我们之间曾经有过的预言&lt;br /&gt;就让他带走你的那瞬间成为我们的纪念&lt;br /&gt;谁能发现我的世界曾经有过你的脸&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-235430388593390032?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/235430388593390032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=235430388593390032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/235430388593390032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/235430388593390032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/post-song-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-5421796437055304571</id><published>2008-06-19T14:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:48:08.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kena fever after camp. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i hate this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhs. forget the unhappy stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ FROM PRINCESS DARLING! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 ppl you wish to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;no need do lurh.&lt;br /&gt;cause the quiz questions all almost the same one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Peckyee darling&lt;br /&gt;#2 Denise laopo &lt;br /&gt;#3 Hwee Hoon &lt;br /&gt;#4 Gina&lt;br /&gt;#5 Ying Hui&lt;br /&gt;#6 Willa&lt;br /&gt;#7 Eileen&lt;br /&gt;#8 Ivan kor&lt;br /&gt;#9 Katherine&lt;br /&gt;#10 Zen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Who is 6 having a relationship with? -Willa&lt;br /&gt;ME OF COURSE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Is 9 a male or female? -Katherine&lt;br /&gt;Female~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If 7 and 10 together, will it be a good thing? -Eileen &amp; Zen&lt;br /&gt;Maybe? They can be les u know. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What is 2 studying about? -Denise laopo&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. studying sec sch? :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When is the last time you had a chat with 3? -Hwee Hoon&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What kind of music band does 8 likes? -Ivan kor &lt;br /&gt;don't know. x.x i only know he loves saxophone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Does 1 have any sibilings? -Peckyee darling&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i dun think so? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Would you woo 8? -Ivan kor&lt;br /&gt;Of course NOT. -.- why would i want to woo my kor? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) How about 7? -Eileen&lt;br /&gt;hmm, dun think so. I think she will totally freak out if i tell her im les and want to woo her? .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Is 4 a single? -Gina&lt;br /&gt;Yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What's the surname of 5? -Ying Hui&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW! TAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What's the name of 10? -Zen&lt;br /&gt;hmm. Ling Ting. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What's the hobby of 4? -Gina&lt;br /&gt;talking eww stuff with her classmates? :X i dunno. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Does 5 and 9 get along well? -Ying Hui &amp; Katherine&lt;br /&gt;Still okayy? They dont really know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Where is 2 studying at? -Denise laopo&lt;br /&gt;Tanglin sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Where is 9 staying at now? -Katherine&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in jurong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What colour does 4 likes? -Gina&lt;br /&gt;cant rmb. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Are 1 and 5 besties? -Peckyee darling &amp; Ying Hui&lt;br /&gt;they dunno each other~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Does 7 like 2? -Denise laopo &amp; Eileen&lt;br /&gt;They dunno each other alsoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Does 1 have any pets? -Peckyee darling&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah. dun do the quiz also can lah. :X for fun only. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-5421796437055304571?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/5421796437055304571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=5421796437055304571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5421796437055304571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5421796437055304571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/kena-fever-after-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-9196549228941783485</id><published>2008-06-18T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:05:11.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from camp..&lt;br /&gt;i shall not post much about camp, &lt;br /&gt;cos some things are better to be kept as memories forever instead of being told as stories. (:&lt;br /&gt;felt so &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;guilty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, sorry for all the troubles caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt; i should have been stronger, much stronger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i promise i would not fall next camp,&lt;br /&gt;a promise is a promise.. (:&lt;br /&gt;and of course, thanks to everyone for your concern.&lt;br /&gt;other than thanks, i dunno wad to say.&lt;br /&gt;all the speeches and group interaction on the last day were &lt;i&gt;touching&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it would be kept in my heart forever. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have learned alot from this camp, and really,&lt;br /&gt;Experience is what you get, when you don't get what you want. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SKITTLES!&lt;br /&gt;sorry for causing you all so much trouble,&lt;br /&gt;and thanks!&lt;br /&gt;I think our group was great, despite our small small manpower. &lt;br /&gt;But we'd made it out together!&lt;br /&gt;and we're the middle group, as in 3rd best. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;and of course, thank you to our group ncos. =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S *clap clap clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;K *clap clap clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;I *clap clap clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;T *clap clap clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;T *clap*&lt;br /&gt;L *clap*&lt;br /&gt;E *clap*&lt;br /&gt;S *clap*&lt;br /&gt;SKITTLES SKITTLES IS THE BEST~&lt;br /&gt;GO SKITTLES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooo. &lt;br /&gt;and i just remembered sth.&lt;br /&gt;today is my chinese bday. ;D&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ME~ ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-9196549228941783485?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/9196549228941783485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=9196549228941783485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/9196549228941783485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/9196549228941783485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-8617591686975005322</id><published>2008-06-15T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T17:18:21.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;CAMP TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;oh no?&lt;br /&gt;i think im too slackkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;great. i sux.&lt;br /&gt;rawrrs.&lt;br /&gt;jiayou skittles~&lt;br /&gt;jiayou everybody~&lt;br /&gt;we'll go through this camp togetherrrr~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;okay, dun miss me ppl~&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back on wednesdayyy.&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-8617591686975005322?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/8617591686975005322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=8617591686975005322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8617591686975005322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8617591686975005322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-960246592512725640</id><published>2008-06-13T18:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:51:59.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;老虎老鼠傻傻分不清楚！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;i cant rmb wad really happened.&lt;br /&gt;but yh and i were on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;and one of us said the rat as a tiger. .__.&lt;br /&gt;so it became :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;老虎老鼠傻傻分不清楚! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HEH. Right. Yh was trying to make the rat sound fierce. and it sounded like a tiger. .__."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-960246592512725640?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/960246592512725640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=960246592512725640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/960246592512725640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/960246592512725640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-4129297589831417954</id><published>2008-06-13T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:37:26.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. I feel much better todayyy.&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished the book 'Lost Echoes'!&lt;br /&gt;It's a real nice book, just tt some of the scenes described were erhem.&lt;br /&gt;disgusting or horrible?&lt;br /&gt;but overall, it was a good book except for there's alot of vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;every page also can find at least one. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YING HUI!!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH. SEE YOUR BIG BIG NAME THERE BIRTHDAY GIRL? ;D&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. take good care of Dumbo! aka bear~ :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolll. reminded me tt ji'er is not coming for camp.&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to use a toy/doll or something to represent ji'er~~&lt;br /&gt;ahahahha. and we thought of using a bear,&lt;br /&gt;then hy was reading the script.&lt;br /&gt;then inside all is ji'er blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;then she keep saying wrong. xD&lt;br /&gt;and we were using yh's dumbo as a substitute for just now.&lt;br /&gt;and so DUMBO BECAME BEARRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Here's the quiz from HWEE HOON! =DD&lt;br /&gt;heh. didnt include hwee hoon's and gina's name below cos it means they have to do the quiz again? sounds kinda wronggg. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;#1 Ying Hui the birthday girlllll&lt;br /&gt;#2 Eileen&lt;br /&gt;#3 Willa&lt;br /&gt;#4 Denise&lt;br /&gt;#5 Peckyee&lt;br /&gt;#6 Zen&lt;br /&gt;#7 Ivan kor&lt;br /&gt;#8 Hui Yee&lt;br /&gt;#9 Okay, i ran out of names&lt;br /&gt;#10 Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is no.7 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;  Hmm. i dunno? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;it's complicated. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Who is no.9 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;  HMM. No. 10? Cos they're suppose to link! xD&lt;br /&gt;3. If no.9 and no.10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;  YEAH of courseeee. If not it means im really random :X&lt;br /&gt;4. What about no.4 and no.5?&lt;br /&gt;  HMM. firstly, they're both girls, secondly, they are jie and mei.&lt;br /&gt;5. What is no.3 studying?&lt;br /&gt;  HEH. GEP.&lt;br /&gt;6. When was the last time you chatted with no.6?&lt;br /&gt;  Eh. cant rmb. seems quite long ago. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Does no.4 work?&lt;br /&gt;  Dont think so?&lt;br /&gt;8. Does no.8 have any cousin in his/her school?&lt;br /&gt;  Nope. i dun think so.&lt;br /&gt;9. Will you woo no.8?&lt;br /&gt;  -.- she's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;10. How about no.5?&lt;br /&gt;  OF COURSE! She's my dear little darling. ;D But she's a girl. -.-(Can't blame me luhs, im in a girls' sch, so ppl i know are mainly girls, and on net too. .__.)&lt;br /&gt;11. Does no.2 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;  Hmm. yup. An older brother. =D&lt;br /&gt;12. How did you get to know no.3 and no.4?&lt;br /&gt;  No.3 : she's my squadmate; we met becos we same cca?&lt;br /&gt;  No.4 : she's my audi laopo, met in audi. ^^&lt;br /&gt;13. Where does no.1 live at?&lt;br /&gt;  TOA PAYOH LOR 8 BLK 226. hmm. i shall not disclose her unit number. :XX&lt;br /&gt;14. How did you get to know no.2?&lt;br /&gt;  My squadmate also; she's one childish one who acts mature. :X&lt;br /&gt;15. Is no.5 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;  You bettt! =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolll. time to edit script for skittles!&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU SKITTLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we can do it together. =D &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-4129297589831417954?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/4129297589831417954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=4129297589831417954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4129297589831417954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4129297589831417954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmm_13.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-3951120379043468477</id><published>2008-06-12T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:56:28.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate today.&lt;br /&gt;it's a bad bad day.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i would just stop trying and let go of everything one day.&lt;br /&gt;tt would be nice, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;then i need not try so hard anymore and end up achieving nth.&lt;br /&gt;this hurts alot, &lt;br /&gt;and some ppl just really dun understand.&lt;br /&gt;cos they weren't the ones who tried.&lt;br /&gt;this sux.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-3951120379043468477?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/3951120379043468477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=3951120379043468477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3951120379043468477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3951120379043468477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/fuck-i-hate-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-3932563771657440242</id><published>2008-06-11T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:49:12.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. realised i didnt post for v long.&lt;br /&gt;wells, i didnt go sch todayyyy! &lt;br /&gt;hohoho. &lt;br /&gt;2nd time throughout these holidays. (except weekends)&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;and i havent done much work.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;i need to dooooo!&lt;br /&gt;but seriously lah, im in a holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;slacked through the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;like used com from 8am to nearly 7 pm.&lt;br /&gt;then now im using again.&lt;br /&gt;cos discussing art project. :D&lt;br /&gt;gonna off after this.&lt;br /&gt;and go disturb my mum. :X&lt;br /&gt;cos hardly have any time to pei her these few days.&lt;br /&gt;and my bro is at camp.&lt;br /&gt;dad's out.&lt;br /&gt;so can spend the night with her crapping. ;D&lt;br /&gt;eh. i forgot to continue posting.&lt;br /&gt;erm yeah.&lt;br /&gt;now i dunno wad to post.&lt;br /&gt;right, shall endd.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;wad a day. &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;wasted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-3932563771657440242?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/3932563771657440242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=3932563771657440242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3932563771657440242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3932563771657440242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-224106355311428153</id><published>2008-06-07T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:53:42.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>half of the holidays are GONE.&lt;br /&gt;yes, &lt;i&gt;gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i think our group was quite efficient on friday!&lt;br /&gt;At least we managed to paint finish our flag! HEH.&lt;br /&gt;SKITTLES!!&lt;br /&gt;x))&lt;br /&gt;the cleaning part was a bit erhem cos i got paint all over my hand.&lt;br /&gt;like all sorts of colour, which resulted in like black/brown? (the colour u get from mixing all the colours)&lt;br /&gt;cos i was trying to wash the paintbrushes.&lt;br /&gt;and turpentine just makes everything messy. D:&lt;br /&gt;and many thanks to yh and grace for helping to paint our flaggg!! and of course willa for helping me to clean up. :D much appreciated. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, went for dinner with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;met up with her at tpy interchange and we went for kfc. :D&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to eat pasta mania, but it was far too ex.&lt;br /&gt;so decided to eat kfc.&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad, &lt;br /&gt;i ate with my hands.&lt;br /&gt;with the paint stuck inside my fingernails and some paint over here and there.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i ate paint,&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;ahhs, but it doesnt matter now,&lt;br /&gt;cos at least i didnt get food poisoning. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. todayy!&lt;br /&gt;went wingyan's house for skittles meeting!&lt;br /&gt;HEH. HER ROOM IS PINK. &lt;br /&gt;and she has a very cute big laogong. ;D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it started raining suddenly when hy and me were waiting at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;we stopped at the wrong stop, like 2 bus stops b4. D:&lt;br /&gt;and we thought we stopped after the correct stop.&lt;br /&gt;right, it's kinda complicated. :X&lt;br /&gt;and sorry wingyan for the trouble~ D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we like slacked alot. but well we did get some work done. :D&lt;br /&gt;then hy and i went off at ard 4 sth.&lt;br /&gt;and wingyan went for tuition at ORCHARD. ( i think tt's far .__.)&lt;br /&gt;right, we went to the library.&lt;br /&gt;and hy influenced me to borrow books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;well, that's good, isn't it? ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmm. i shall force myself to finish chi sia report 2moro.&lt;br /&gt;jiayou myself. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-224106355311428153?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/224106355311428153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=224106355311428153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/224106355311428153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/224106355311428153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/half-of-holidays-are-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-1137714462459477477</id><published>2008-06-05T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:53:29.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>140th post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhs. group meeting 2moro againnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;im going crazy le. D:&lt;br /&gt;so much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;and i just cant help but slackkk. ):&lt;br /&gt;but i feel accomplished tt i did a bit of my chi sia today.&lt;br /&gt;better than doing nth. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised i didnt blog for very long.&lt;br /&gt;im lazyyy~ :X&lt;br /&gt;haha. and i dun think i make sense&lt;br /&gt;cos i make dollars + pounds + euros + rupiahs + ringgit + RMB + yen + whatever currency u can think of! xD&lt;br /&gt;hahas. i wonder if ppl understand wad im talking about!&lt;br /&gt;well. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. im like totally lost in my math.&lt;br /&gt;like i forgot wad i did, totally.&lt;br /&gt;la.. unseen poetry. I DUNNO HOW TO DO?!&lt;br /&gt;gahh.&lt;br /&gt;crazy. -.-&lt;br /&gt;okay. history = im lazy.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;german= im lazy, also haven start.&lt;br /&gt;cme= zz?&lt;br /&gt;art= meeting on tuesdayyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, in conclusion, im just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;well, holiday mah. D:&lt;br /&gt;like YEAH, IT'S HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;zz.&lt;br /&gt;holidays like worse than normal school day can.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;so cham..........&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can finish everything.&lt;br /&gt;eh, no.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO FINISH EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group meetings are like going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;group flag not done,&lt;br /&gt;performance not done,&lt;br /&gt;table label not done, &lt;br /&gt;cheers halfway?&lt;br /&gt;okay, not really not done.&lt;br /&gt;it's like haven complete.&lt;br /&gt;and group flag the design is very ahem.&lt;br /&gt;cos yeah, skittles.&lt;br /&gt;hard to come up with real good designs?&lt;br /&gt;as in for colour combination,&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;colours of the rainbow lor.&lt;br /&gt;zz.&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is group flag is red colour de. .__."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. im complaining about all the stuff again.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go to sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;like yeah, v soon.&lt;br /&gt;2MORO GO SCH AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt; i think this is the worst holidays i had..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;with all the days booked outside and in school for meetings = work &lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-1137714462459477477?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1137714462459477477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=1137714462459477477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1137714462459477477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1137714462459477477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/06/140th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-7673291450085737764</id><published>2008-05-30T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:53:23.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="410" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RW5R25QH7_s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RW5R25QH7_s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="410" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哪里有彩虹告诉我　&lt;br /&gt;能不能把我的愿望还给我 &lt;br /&gt;为什么天这么安静　&lt;br /&gt;所有的云都跑到我这里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有口罩一个给我　&lt;br /&gt;释怀说了太多就成真不了 &lt;br /&gt;也许时间是一种解药　&lt;br /&gt;也是我现在正服下的毒药&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不见你的笑我怎么睡得着&lt;br /&gt;你的声音这么近我却抱不到&lt;br /&gt;没有地球 太阳还是环绕　&lt;br /&gt;没有理由 我也能自己走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要离开　我知道很简单　&lt;br /&gt;你说依赖　是我们的阻碍 &lt;br /&gt;就算放开　&lt;br /&gt;但能不能别没收我的爱&lt;br /&gt;当作我最后才明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rap) &lt;br /&gt;看不见你的笑　要我怎么睡的着&lt;br /&gt;你的声音这么近我却抱不到 &lt;br /&gt;没有地球太阳还是环绕环绕&lt;br /&gt;没有理由我也能自己走掉 &lt;br /&gt;释怀说了太多就成真不了 &lt;br /&gt;也许时间是一种解药解药　&lt;br /&gt;也是我现在正服下的毒药&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-7673291450085737764?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/7673291450085737764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=7673291450085737764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7673291450085737764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7673291450085737764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-are-lyrics-again.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-7662070895709521607</id><published>2008-05-30T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:03:44.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. im too lazy to post about malacca trip.&lt;br /&gt;lazy to upload photos. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhs. just watched the mv of cai hong.&lt;br /&gt;cos need learn for camp.&lt;br /&gt;and i started crying after realising wad the mv meant.&lt;br /&gt;it's like i dun even know wad the lyrics meant,&lt;br /&gt;then now know le feel so sad. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;xin hen suan...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAh_K4yb-k0&lt;br /&gt;right, u can watch tt.&lt;br /&gt;and the mv was actually about a very sweet couple, but then the guy finds out he has cancer and is going to die...&lt;br /&gt;he writes a fake letter saying he had been accepted into a university, in the hope of leaving and not hurting her. &lt;br /&gt;after the guy leaves on the bus, he leaves his diary with the girl, explaining all that had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the message at the beginning was his last diary entry before he left, saying if he had another opportunity, he wishes he had never met her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a really sad song =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. guess some things just dun go your way in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;彩虹 by Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哪裡有彩虹告訴我&lt;br /&gt;Na li you cai hong gao su wo&lt;br /&gt;Can someone inform me where the rainbow is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能不能把我的願望還給我&lt;br /&gt;Neng bu neng ba wo de yuan wang huan gei wo&lt;br /&gt;Can you return my wish back to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼天這麼安靜&lt;br /&gt;Wei shen me tian zhe mo an jing&lt;br /&gt;Why is the sky still so calm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所有的雲都跑到我這裡&lt;br /&gt;Suo you de yun dou bao dao wo zhe li&lt;br /&gt;All the clouds have amassed above me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##有沒有口罩一個給我&lt;br /&gt;You mei you kou zhao yi ge gei wo&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a spare face mask to lend me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;釋懷說了太多就成真不了&lt;br /&gt;Shi huai shuo le tai duo jiu cheng zhen bu liao&lt;br /&gt;Because I said too much, now it will not eventuate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也許時間是一種解藥&lt;br /&gt;Ye xu shi jian shi yi zhong jie yao&lt;br /&gt;Maybe time is an antidote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也是我現在正服下的毒藥&lt;br /&gt;Ye shi wo xian zai zheng fu xia de du yao&lt;br /&gt;Or the poison I’m taking right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不見你的笑 我怎麼睡得著&lt;br /&gt;Kan bu jian ni de xiao wo zen me shui de zhao&lt;br /&gt;Without seeing your smile, how can I sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的身影這麼近我卻抱不到&lt;br /&gt;Ni de shen ying zhe me jin wo que bao bu dao&lt;br /&gt;Your shadow is so close yet I cannot hug you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有地球太陽還是會繞&lt;br /&gt;Mei you di qiu tai yang hai shi hui rao&lt;br /&gt;The sun will continue orbiting even without the Earth existing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有理由我也能自己走 ##&lt;br /&gt;Mei you li you wo ye neng zi ji zou&lt;br /&gt;I can walk away (from you) without a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**你要離開 我知道很簡單&lt;br /&gt;Ni yao li kai wo zhi dao hen jian dan&lt;br /&gt;You want to leave, I know it is (a) simple (thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你說依賴 是我們的阻礙&lt;br /&gt;Ni shuo yi lai shi wo men de zu ai&lt;br /&gt;You said reliance was the major barrier between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算放開 那能不能別沒收我的愛&lt;br /&gt;Jiu suan fang kai na neng bu neng bie mo shou wo de ai&lt;br /&gt;If I choose to let go, that cannot remove my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當作我最後才明白 **&lt;br /&gt;Dang zuo wo zui hou cai ming bai&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just pretend that I understand in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat ## **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAP&lt;br /&gt;看不見你的笑要我怎麼睡得著&lt;br /&gt;Kan bu jian ni de xiao yao wo zen me shui de zhao&lt;br /&gt;Without seeing your smile, how can I sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的身影這麼近我卻抱不到&lt;br /&gt;Ni de shen ying zhe me jin wo que bao bu dao&lt;br /&gt;Your shadow is so close yet I cannot hug you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有地球太陽開始會繞…會繞&lt;br /&gt;Mei you di qiu tai yang kai shi hui rao … hui rao&lt;br /&gt;The sun will continue orbiting even without the Earth existing…orbiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有理由我也能自己走掉&lt;br /&gt;Mei you li you wo ye neng zi ji zou diao&lt;br /&gt;I can abandon you without a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我說了太多就成真不了&lt;br /&gt;Shi wo shuo le tai dou jiu cheng zhen bu liao&lt;br /&gt;Because I said too much, now it will not eventuate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也許時間是一種解藥…解藥&lt;br /&gt;Ye xu shi jian shi yi zhong jie yao… jie yao&lt;br /&gt;Maybe time is an antidote… antidote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也是我現在正服下的毒藥&lt;br /&gt;Ye shi wo xian zai zheng fu xia de du yao&lt;br /&gt;Or the poison I’m taking right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-7662070895709521607?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/7662070895709521607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=7662070895709521607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7662070895709521607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7662070895709521607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-7352246066382557694</id><published>2008-05-30T10:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:31:10.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo.&lt;br /&gt;im in sch now. &lt;br /&gt;BACK FROM MALACCA ON WED NIGHT! :D&lt;br /&gt;Heh. malacca trip was chao fun and memorable.&lt;br /&gt;okay. shall post more in detail when i have time at home.&lt;br /&gt;skittles meeting now. :D&lt;br /&gt;and i have two packets of skittles in my bag. :X&lt;br /&gt;okay. gtg&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU SKITTLES. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-7352246066382557694?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/7352246066382557694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=7352246066382557694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7352246066382557694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7352246066382557694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/boo_30.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-5283933530667987101</id><published>2008-05-23T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:47:22.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SKITTLES!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. &lt;br /&gt;im being so pessimistic-cum-moody-cum-emo these few days =\&lt;br /&gt;but i seriously think we have a damn low chance of getting best group ):&lt;br /&gt;AHHS.&lt;br /&gt;NVM.&lt;br /&gt;I shall work double hard this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;so tt when holiday is over, IT'S MY BDAY! xD&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;shen jing bing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;okay, &lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU SKITTLES!&lt;br /&gt;We can do it together. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-5283933530667987101?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/5283933530667987101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=5283933530667987101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5283933530667987101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5283933530667987101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/skittles-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-8311912941292381612</id><published>2008-05-21T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:32:20.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly felt so "reflective" again after visiting gina's blog.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i just feeling like going back to my pri sch.&lt;br /&gt;Like the used to be cheerful slack slack life of an innocent pri sch girl.&lt;br /&gt;i dun mind remaining at p6.&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the best years i enjoyed studying and playing together with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;time just seems to pass so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's almost 2 years already..&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still think tt although we do quarrel about frens and such in pri sch,&lt;br /&gt;i still think it's much better than the horrible busy life in ny,&lt;br /&gt;It's just so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and makes people wanna go back to the past&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp when we were p6,&lt;br /&gt;somehow we are more matured, &lt;br /&gt;although we do childish stuff&lt;br /&gt;but it's just so fun,&lt;br /&gt;and memorable.&lt;br /&gt;And lesser quarrels and more of cherishing the time left together.&lt;br /&gt;and now secondary sch,&lt;br /&gt;everything seems so diff &lt;br /&gt;and everything seems to have something for u to worry.&lt;br /&gt;Homework, SIAs, Block tests, 3rd lang, CCA, friendships, etc.&lt;br /&gt;it is just too much for a 14-tobe young girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;or may be not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in such a fast-advancing world,&lt;br /&gt;we have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;What much choice do we have?&lt;br /&gt;and i certainly think that the arena had a good motion, &lt;br /&gt;and that is "Science is advancing too fast for the good of society".&lt;br /&gt;i support tt motion.&lt;br /&gt;and technologies are advancing too fast too.&lt;br /&gt;It's just too fast,&lt;br /&gt;for all of us to slow down our pace,&lt;br /&gt;and take a look at the people around us,&lt;br /&gt;as well as the love,&lt;br /&gt;and of course the lovely things,&lt;br /&gt;that we always miss to see when living such a busy life.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like stopping.&lt;br /&gt;Just stopping for a day or so is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything could go back the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; but of course, it's not possible&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no man,&lt;br /&gt;if u did realise one day.&lt;br /&gt;But just spend that few minutes to be with ur loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;it's sth that u will regret for life if u do not.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall dedicate a few lines to people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 1: &lt;br /&gt;You had always cheered me up and make me feel that you were there for me. I know you don't know that i treat u as one of my best friends, but you were as precious as a gem in my life, and i certainly thank you for being part of my life. Life without you would not be tt interesting and enjoyable. Even though we are now apart from each other, you will always have a place in my heart. I promise. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 2:&lt;br /&gt;Despite me thinking tt u were doing a lot of irrelevant and silly stuff last time, I still treat you as one of my best friends too, you brought much joy to my life. :D The quarrels you had were all becos of me, and that made me feel important and so "valuable" to someone. Hope to catch up with much stuff with you someday. And i guess we will be closer by then. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 3:&lt;br /&gt;You had used to be a very nice friend, until something happened. From that day onwards, i realise all that you have been saying was just a lie. But i still thank you for that. I realise that it wasn't that fun to be with you after all, and i really hope that you will change back to your old self. But that's kinda impossible now. Still, thankyou for everything u did for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 4:&lt;br /&gt;We had always been quarrelling about this and that, but as days passed and we matured, you are much nicer to me now. Thank you for all the company these years and i hope we will get closer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 5: &lt;br /&gt;Even if you did not realise, you had been one of the most important people in my life. To me, i can almost tell you everything about me, and what i hope in return is nothing, but encouragement. You have never really failed to cheer me up, but somtimes your attitude make me feel very sad. Still, i will bear with it, becos you are really tt impt to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 6:&lt;br /&gt;Although u had lied to me alot of times, and the reason is unknown to me. I still cherish the time we had together. It seems as i need not worry abt some stuff with you, unlike with others. I just hope that you would change for the better, and we are still good friends with all the romantic stuff. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 7:&lt;br /&gt;You had been a great support and company to me, and im glad i got to know you. But sometimes your attitude just makes me feel bad/sad, although u dun really realise it. Maybe it's just becos i tend to hide everything to myself. Still, there were many happy memories when we go high together. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 8:&lt;br /&gt;You had always been a very trustworthy friend! Just that i think we're not that close after all, but it has always been great to be with you and laugh. :D I thank you for many beautiful and happy memories and for all your help. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 9: &lt;br /&gt;You're my angel! :D Heh, im really grateful that i got such a nice angel and that's you! You seem to always be secretly watching me or sth, just like an angel. Your encouragement had never failed to motivate me, and thank you for all the presents! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 10:&lt;br /&gt;Although i cant be that close to you, i still enjoyed having all the long long crappy chats with you! It has always been so funny and enjoyable. And hope that you would cheer up and become much more stornger! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 11:&lt;br /&gt;HEH! ZEN! :D Hmm, it was nice to have met u in audi! And fun to write long long letters to each other and talking about so much stuff. :D Must get well soon kay! And stop worsening ur injury! D: I'll be watching you! HEH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 12:&lt;br /&gt;HAOQING! HEH. You naughty little mortal. :X SO long le haven reply. ppl very disappointed eh. &gt;&lt; Ahhs, and sorry about ur present. I was too lazy to bring it to sch. I will send to ur class on my BDAY! xDD LOL. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 13:&lt;br /&gt;:D It was fun to always play soft toy with you! Cos u're always the willing one. :D It was nice to have you as a fren, cos you dun really complain much even when you overheard some of our convos. ): Sorry! And i hope we can become closer, and jiayou for ur studies! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 14:&lt;br /&gt;You ego ego person! Heh. you very qian zhou at times, but i wun hit you, i promise. -.- Hmm, i was glad to have you in my life as a nice nice fren! :D Eh, i dunno wad to say, but thank you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 15: &lt;br /&gt;HEH. It was nice to have known u through internet! I can always tell u stuff and crap together. AI NI! :D (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 16:&lt;br /&gt;HEY YOU! Cheer up and dun emo kayy! I'll be there to try and help solve ur problems if i can! It's nice to have known u! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 17:&lt;br /&gt;You have always been so encouraging and nice! Im extremly grateful for sure to have known u, some more it's through internet. Thanks for all the concern and encouragement! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 18: &lt;br /&gt;BOO! NU ER! :D Heh. Thanks for everything girl! You have always made my day a happy one becos u're lame! xD Not becos u cannot run eh! LOL. AI NI NU ER~ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 19:&lt;br /&gt;DESKMATE! HEH! Thanks for all the help in studies u clever little girl! :D And stop poking and hitting my head. .__." If not i'll poke u back! xDD POKE POKE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 20: &lt;br /&gt;MUMMY! LOVE YOU FOREVER! :D HEH. THANKS FOR EVERYTHING ESP YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT! ((: AI NI YI BEI ZI~ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 21:&lt;br /&gt;You better shut up now before i flare up. I dun wanna lose my temper anymore. Stop venting your anger on me. I hate tt pls. Stop it. It's not as if i want to study so hard and skip my dinner or wad. IF I HAD ANOTHER CHOICE, I WOULD HAVE CHOOSE NOT TO STUDY AND JUST EAT ALL MY MEALS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. &lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dream for everything to go back to the same. an impossible dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but it's never wrong and harmful to dream eh! &lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-8311912941292381612?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/8311912941292381612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=8311912941292381612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8311912941292381612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8311912941292381612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/suddenly-felt-so-reflective-again-after.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-6994270152148853721</id><published>2008-05-16T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:19:47.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cca today again.&lt;br /&gt;my abrasion wound worsened.&lt;br /&gt;the whole wound opened up again.&lt;br /&gt;and it bled, again.&lt;br /&gt;and i got another blister at my heel there, again.&lt;br /&gt;all becos of my boots, again.&lt;br /&gt;hello boots.&lt;br /&gt;i know u love my blood and love to see me in pain.&lt;br /&gt;but hor, my black socks doesnt like my blood.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't too.&lt;br /&gt;so pls stop cutting my leg lah.&lt;br /&gt;kns.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so &lt;i&gt;weak&lt;/i&gt; lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was moody today..&lt;br /&gt;perhaps im just seeking attention .&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's hard to really know my real character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;becos, i dunno myself too.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to be as jian qiang as i could.&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't so easy to always smile and hide ur true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to you:&lt;br /&gt;even if nobody ever told you that you suck, dun think u rock pls.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand tt idiotic proud arrogant attitude of u.&lt;br /&gt;everybody is diff, &lt;br /&gt;we dun have to be like you.&lt;br /&gt;cos we are not named after u,&lt;br /&gt;we are not ur twin or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;we are different individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna quit and let go of everything now.&lt;br /&gt;but some things are just pulling me back.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't.&lt;br /&gt;but i wan to, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody just seems to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;understand&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to pull through this.&lt;br /&gt;it's not my choice at all.&lt;br /&gt;it's rather a &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-6994270152148853721?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6994270152148853721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=6994270152148853721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6994270152148853721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6994270152148853721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/cca-today-again.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-6616126370899081881</id><published>2008-05-13T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:54:17.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went sch today.&lt;br /&gt;had pe first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;service assessment.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;i sux at service can.&lt;br /&gt;so gonna fail my volleyball module.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i failed it alr.&lt;br /&gt;theory test for volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;i only got like 2 or 3 questions correct out of 9/10 questions?&lt;br /&gt;cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot wad is the 3 hit sequence can.&lt;br /&gt;oh my.&lt;br /&gt;but after all it's pe.&lt;br /&gt;dun get too stressed up about pe kayy yh! :D&lt;br /&gt;must stay happppyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;WEES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. continue talking about pe.&lt;br /&gt;was helping out to pick balls.&lt;br /&gt;then huiqi finished her assessment and came to help.&lt;br /&gt;then she kept snatching our balls.&lt;br /&gt;dunno wad she wan to do that for.&lt;br /&gt;then i was running towards a ball.&lt;br /&gt;then she came "clashing" over just to snatch the ball.&lt;br /&gt;so we both fell.&lt;br /&gt;she was okay.&lt;br /&gt;but now i have 3 abrasion wounds and 2 contusion wounds.&lt;br /&gt;abrasion on my left knee, and contusion on my right knee. (they were on diff areas, like a few patches. .__.''')&lt;br /&gt;oh man. now it's like intense stinging pain.&lt;br /&gt;although it is not chemical burn&lt;br /&gt;then i never put plaster at all.&lt;br /&gt;just left it there like that for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;now also. .__.&lt;br /&gt;we tried to retake our service assessment.&lt;br /&gt;but i did even worse.&lt;br /&gt;zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;wth lah.&lt;br /&gt;i just couldnt hit the ball properly luhs!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GAHS.&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;i sux.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not dwell on pe.&lt;br /&gt;then we were late for la lesson because of retake.&lt;br /&gt;then we ran up to M4-04(the drama room)&lt;br /&gt;because there's la sia poetry presentation.&lt;br /&gt;btw, sia is NOT SIA(as in not pronounced as seah;not the "slang language")&lt;br /&gt;it stands for STUDENT INITIATED ASSESSMENT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is not really we initiate one.&lt;br /&gt;and it basically is projects.&lt;br /&gt;it's idiotic. D:&lt;br /&gt;then our group is last to present, so nth much to worry about today.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;whole class wanted the lesson for rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;so mdm oehlers allowed us to.&lt;br /&gt;so 2moro must go earlier during recess to start presentation for all groups.&lt;br /&gt;recess; printed history essay.&lt;br /&gt;then......&lt;br /&gt;after recess was math lesson.&lt;br /&gt;listened to other groups math sia presentation.&lt;br /&gt;our group is last.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so lucky. x)&lt;br /&gt;lollll.&lt;br /&gt;then yeah, left our group never present.&lt;br /&gt;so we staying back on thursday after school to present to miss teng.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmms.&lt;br /&gt;then physics.&lt;br /&gt;glad the quiz is on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;cos i didnt study ytd luhs.&lt;br /&gt;and mr tan seems okay with us handing up our physics sia today.&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;i hope we do better for it?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;very worried.&lt;br /&gt;lunch drill.&lt;br /&gt;didn't do drill.&lt;br /&gt;stood at the side with junwei.&lt;br /&gt;her foot injured; she banged into a chair at her fren's house. \=&lt;br /&gt;kong bu &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;then me didnt do cos of my abrasion wound.&lt;br /&gt;keep bending and straightening my knee very pain lor.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, only commanded.&lt;br /&gt;my commanding is horrible as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;!&lt;br /&gt;after lunch drill was chinese lesson!&lt;br /&gt;WE WATCHED MOVIE!&lt;br /&gt;For wen hua xin shang. :D&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;i love the movie.&lt;br /&gt;It's 变脸, King of Masks.&lt;br /&gt;so cool luhs.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i watched it before.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, it all looks familiar. :D&lt;br /&gt;yeah, class contact time then the whole class cleaned up the classroom. :D&lt;br /&gt;was helping si-si to hold the dust pan.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like stalking her around. -.-&lt;br /&gt;while she swept the floor. :X&lt;br /&gt;then the floor like super dirty lor.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.our class is always dirty and in a mess. :XX&lt;br /&gt;yupppp.&lt;br /&gt;then room duty.&lt;br /&gt;then we rehearsed for la presentation.&lt;br /&gt;then ate.&lt;br /&gt;then went to popular at toa payoh interchange with yh.&lt;br /&gt;bought an essay book. :D&lt;br /&gt;yh bought some assessments, hardworking her. :D&lt;br /&gt;unlike me. :X&lt;br /&gt;i just typed and typed and realised i didnt leave space.&lt;br /&gt;sorry luhs.&lt;br /&gt;i very lazy one.&lt;br /&gt;i think spacing after each line easier to read.&lt;br /&gt;if not all in one paragraph; read le wan die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. YH SAID I MADE SINGAPORE SNOWED TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL RIGHT. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to jaton: it's not that i wan poke myself okay.&lt;br /&gt;it's because i too tired liao, imagining urself trying to make one stupid wind-up car model which doesnt work for 9 hours.&lt;br /&gt;then the rubber band when released too much energy le mah.&lt;br /&gt;so the satay stick just poked through my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;not right through.&lt;br /&gt;as in the side of the nail there.&lt;br /&gt;now there's like "blood clot" inside.&lt;br /&gt;it's red red de. D:&lt;br /&gt;oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid adwebs.&lt;br /&gt;keep popping up when i blogging. D:&lt;br /&gt;so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm. no homework today.&lt;br /&gt;i shall try and reply letters! :D&lt;br /&gt;owe too many ppl letters,&lt;br /&gt;like angel katherine, zen, yh, willa.&lt;br /&gt;but hao qing owes me letter. xDD&lt;br /&gt;but still gonna write to her anyways.&lt;br /&gt;cos her birthday was on 10th May.&lt;br /&gt;then i bought her present.&lt;br /&gt;so must write to her then can put in her class. :D&lt;br /&gt;oo. almost 7 le.&lt;br /&gt;da chang jin is ending. &lt;br /&gt;haha, the show very niceee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 it. :D&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;okay. nothing else to write about.&lt;br /&gt;shall end here today.&lt;br /&gt;was reading yueqi's msn nick. it says "I am stupid"&lt;br /&gt;so i changed my nick to "Nobody is stupid" :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. really mah!&lt;br /&gt;ny ppl where got stupid oneeeee!&lt;br /&gt;btw, JIAYOU PPL! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you all. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-6616126370899081881?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6616126370899081881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=6616126370899081881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6616126370899081881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6616126370899081881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/went-sch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-4416337629098917972</id><published>2008-05-12T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:32:41.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didnt go sch today.&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;think i didnt even sleep a tiny bit last night.&lt;br /&gt;projects and projects.&lt;br /&gt;kns.&lt;br /&gt;im wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt be wasting.&lt;br /&gt;dun feel like going for 3rd lang later.&lt;br /&gt;should i?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun wan to.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;stones.&lt;br /&gt;now i have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;apparently angela and jiawen didnt send me anything for physics sia.&lt;br /&gt;and so i have nth to do.&lt;br /&gt;packed my chi file, yet to fill that stupid content page.&lt;br /&gt;shortened reflections for poem for la sia.&lt;br /&gt;stone.&lt;br /&gt;played audi for near 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for them to send me the physics report.&lt;br /&gt;but i got nothing in the end.&lt;br /&gt;.__."&lt;br /&gt;i should do my history essay.&lt;br /&gt;but too sian to do.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;my thumb is hurting every moment even if i dun touch it.&lt;br /&gt;was trying to make the windup car for physics ytd.&lt;br /&gt;from 12 to 9.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;in the end it didnt work.&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;i wasted 9 hours for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;some more i kept poking myself(becos of the toothpicks and satay stick)&lt;br /&gt;and i kept bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;well, not really bleed alot.&lt;br /&gt;those very very minor bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;how much blood can u get from a poke? -.-&lt;br /&gt;i think i poked THROUGH the side of my thumb there.&lt;br /&gt;cos ytd it was bleeding, then applied pressure.&lt;br /&gt;it stopped bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;midnight.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and my thumb started hurting every second.&lt;br /&gt;got out of bed and decided to do zuo wen &lt;br /&gt;since i couldnt sleep.&lt;br /&gt;mum said my zuo wen was very luo shuo.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wad to do about my chi zuo wens alr.&lt;br /&gt;it's getting from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;mum woke me up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;had a very bad headache and fever.&lt;br /&gt;decided not to go school.&lt;br /&gt;i was eating sushi with the thumb with injury.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised i was eating the ointment too. -.-&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;fucking projects.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;stupid lahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should make good use of the time now and do history.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST.&lt;br /&gt;i must do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;well done poking so many holes on your hands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-4416337629098917972?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/4416337629098917972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=4416337629098917972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4416337629098917972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4416337629098917972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/didnt-go-sch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-146109412895614148</id><published>2008-05-09T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:48:12.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love this song. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dare To Dream by John Farnham and Olivia Newton&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am my own believer&lt;br /&gt;In my heart the reason&lt;br /&gt;I will follow the light from within&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid of weakness&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna taste the sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Of the power not to give in&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ I will see it through&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is the moment of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;Dare to fly&lt;br /&gt;Dare to be the heir, the chosen one to touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;Dare to reach&lt;br /&gt;Dare to rise&lt;br /&gt;Find the strength to set my spirit free&lt;br /&gt;Dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go the distance&lt;br /&gt;Embrace resistance&lt;br /&gt;I will lay my soul on the line&lt;br /&gt;When the wait is over&lt;br /&gt;And the hunger is spoken&lt;br /&gt;If I give my all I will shine&lt;br /&gt;Oh ~ I will see it through&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is the moment of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;Dare to fly&lt;br /&gt;Dare to be the heir, the chosen one to touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;Dare to reach&lt;br /&gt;Dare to rise&lt;br /&gt;Find the strength to set my spirit free&lt;br /&gt;Dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart will shine like the sun&lt;br /&gt;A million voices together as one&lt;br /&gt;I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;Dare to fly&lt;br /&gt;Dare to be the heir, the chosen one to touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;Dare to reach&lt;br /&gt;Dare to rise&lt;br /&gt;Find the strength to set my spirit free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;Dare to fly&lt;br /&gt;Dare to be the heir, the chosen one to touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;Dare to reach&lt;br /&gt;Dare to rise&lt;br /&gt;Find the strength to set my spirit free&lt;br /&gt;Find the strength to set my spirit free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the strength to do what I believe&lt;br /&gt;I believe~&lt;br /&gt;Dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;Dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited. :D sorry luhs, copied and pasted the lyrics from some website, so never see. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-146109412895614148?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/146109412895614148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=146109412895614148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/146109412895614148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/146109412895614148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-loved-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-3245535351390976354</id><published>2008-05-07T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:05:53.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo.&lt;br /&gt;so long never update alr.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;oh my.&lt;br /&gt;suppose to me creating my poem now.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently,&lt;br /&gt;i can't do it without yh's help.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised our class all chao good at poetry luhs!!&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT ME. -.-&lt;br /&gt;gah lah.&lt;br /&gt;i sux at lit. &lt;br /&gt;i sux at english.&lt;br /&gt;i sux at la. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. today last music lesson.&lt;br /&gt;and mrs ho was talking about how she felt that she has never taught our class like that.&lt;br /&gt;cos we missed lots of music lessons luhh.&lt;br /&gt;like out of 8 weeks this term, only got 4 lessons or sth with her. .__."&lt;br /&gt;but nvm, mrs ho is nice &lt;3 o ur co-form teacher. =D&lt;br /&gt;and we got 39 out of 50 for our music project!! WELL DONE GROUP!&lt;br /&gt;SO WELL DONE WITHOUT ANY MUSICAL BACKGROUND!! :D&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;then we were singing "Dare To Dream"&lt;br /&gt;like we also never learn the song.&lt;br /&gt;cos no time mahh.&lt;br /&gt;then like left 5 mins only.&lt;br /&gt;so Mrs Ho let us sang it. :D&lt;br /&gt;i love the songggg! &lt;br /&gt;It rox. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4km todayy!&lt;br /&gt;14:50&lt;br /&gt;HOHO! WELL DONE MYSELF! :D&lt;br /&gt;improve by like 30secs.&lt;br /&gt;not bad le. :D&lt;br /&gt;aiyah, i dunno why i stopped at the last round.&lt;br /&gt;as in stopped running.&lt;br /&gt;should have continued lorrr.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm. ^^&lt;br /&gt;i'll do better next yearrrr~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;german testtt...&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;i flunked it.&lt;br /&gt;i flunked the listening.&lt;br /&gt;it was so hard lor.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't know the other page still got ques.&lt;br /&gt;so i missed out 3 ques for listening.&lt;br /&gt;grrrrs.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. sux lah.&lt;br /&gt;gonna fail it. &gt;&lt;!&lt;br /&gt;so dead. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hope seniors dun emo lee~&lt;br /&gt;very aiyah. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno how to say. =\&lt;br /&gt;BUT CHEER UP SENIORS! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kinda affects me now,&lt;br /&gt;even though i dunno wad really happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'LL STILL BE ALL SMILEYS! :D&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU PEOPLE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; get on with life. HAPPILY. :D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-3245535351390976354?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/3245535351390976354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=3245535351390976354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3245535351390976354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3245535351390976354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-8832107571114552400</id><published>2008-05-03T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:43:16.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;i feel chao guilty.&lt;br /&gt;6.42pm.&lt;br /&gt;not much work done.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, no work done.&lt;br /&gt;i shall do work for the whole nightttt.&lt;br /&gt;rawrrrrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i kinda realise that juniors are bad with their blogs. =X&lt;br /&gt;hahas. i hope they dunno my blog. =XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-8832107571114552400?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/8832107571114552400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=8832107571114552400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8832107571114552400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8832107571114552400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-3568385638681539407</id><published>2008-05-01T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:34:15.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It is better to be hated for who you are than to be loved for what you are not." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Andre Gide&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "The best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; - Abraham Lincoln&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Happiness is not a destination. It is a method of life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it with the handle of anxiety or the handle of faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Believe your beliefs and doubt your doubts." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not hope, you will not find what is beyond your hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way of finding the limits of the possible is by going beyond them into the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way out is always through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: inspirational quotes. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-3568385638681539407?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/3568385638681539407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=3568385638681539407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3568385638681539407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3568385638681539407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-better-to-be-hated-for-who-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-1481580900375605496</id><published>2008-05-01T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:17:24.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Failure is delay but not defeat,&lt;br /&gt;It is a temporary detour, not a dead end street.&lt;br /&gt;quoted from the most ultra cheem YH THE GREAT ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-1481580900375605496?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1481580900375605496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=1481580900375605496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1481580900375605496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1481580900375605496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/failure-is-delay-but-not-defeat-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-1145789108644731037</id><published>2008-05-01T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:00:12.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and perhaps labour day&lt;br /&gt;is just another day for us "pathetic labourers"&lt;br /&gt;to do more homework and projects.&lt;br /&gt;and to do them to achieve nothing.&lt;br /&gt;what's the whole damn idiotic point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-1145789108644731037?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1145789108644731037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=1145789108644731037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1145789108644731037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1145789108644731037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-perhaps-labour-day-is-just-another.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-1117612493557781446</id><published>2008-05-01T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:58:37.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sian.&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;just wth is wrong with this world.&lt;br /&gt;so much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;and u finish the work for ur marks.&lt;br /&gt;and u get ur marks for ur studies.&lt;br /&gt;and u study for the sake of having a good job.&lt;br /&gt;and u have a good job for earning money.&lt;br /&gt;and u earn money for ur family and for ur comfort.&lt;br /&gt;and in the end it's all for living in this world.&lt;br /&gt;but what the hell do we students work so hard for.&lt;br /&gt;all the chim chim syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;that doesnt even come to any use in the harsh world when u grow up.&lt;br /&gt;make sense huh.&lt;br /&gt;what is all the hard work for?&lt;br /&gt;for the school to achieve more fame?&lt;br /&gt;and what do u get from fame?&lt;br /&gt;ppl suck up to u?&lt;br /&gt;u practically just achieve NOTHING in the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even if u realise all these, &lt;br /&gt;can u dun work hard?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;cos u need to catch up with others.&lt;br /&gt;catch up with the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;maybe technologies and this world is advancing too fast.&lt;br /&gt;for the good of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what happen when u can't catch up.&lt;br /&gt;u're just being left behind.&lt;br /&gt;being so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;who will want tt?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;and pride is the thing tt might just kill all of us one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to hate this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but i can't&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-1117612493557781446?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1117612493557781446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=1117612493557781446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1117612493557781446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1117612493557781446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/05/sian.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-9207222233312106080</id><published>2008-04-29T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:33:27.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im scared.&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno why im crying.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna lose my temper at my dad.&lt;br /&gt;but he's really scaring me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-9207222233312106080?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/9207222233312106080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=9207222233312106080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/9207222233312106080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/9207222233312106080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-1338613722784193555</id><published>2008-04-26T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T18:58:27.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop myself from playing computer. DDD:&lt;br /&gt;stupid me. grrrrrrrrs.&lt;br /&gt;play so long still cant stop.&lt;br /&gt;rawr lahh.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;im just like wasting all the time away.&lt;br /&gt;and now i havent done any work.&lt;br /&gt;and im feeling so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;wad's the use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jsut canttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;i need to do work......&lt;br /&gt;homework. projects.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;stupiddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-1338613722784193555?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1338613722784193555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=1338613722784193555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1338613722784193555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1338613722784193555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-3194515671866007611</id><published>2008-04-23T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:35:19.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;in library now.&lt;br /&gt;we're plannig a birthday surprisefor jieyi.&lt;br /&gt;her birthday 2moro! ^^&lt;br /&gt;hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;mrs ho isnt here today.&lt;br /&gt;so we're stranded in the library,&lt;br /&gt;maybe not stranded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. im back home now.&lt;br /&gt;a teacher came out with 209 and said tt it they wan to use the com, they have priority cos she booked the place.&lt;br /&gt;she booked the coms and one of the rooms...&lt;br /&gt;cant use the two places at one time also. zz.&lt;br /&gt;im nice so i logged off immediately for them to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now went to bukit timah plaza with amanda, yijing, yueqi, aurelia, yinghui, jiawen, angela. went to buy jieyi's cakeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;bought from chocz.&lt;br /&gt;ex luhs there de cake x.x&lt;br /&gt;but still quite okay lah, cos quite a no of ppl chipped in together. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had volleyball assessment!&lt;br /&gt;and i hurt my thumb during practice.&lt;br /&gt;glad im not a left hander. if not i cant write. x.x&lt;br /&gt;and my thumb hurts badly now.&lt;br /&gt;it's the inside tt is pain. D:&lt;br /&gt;not bruise lor. )):&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhs. i hope it will be alright. =/&lt;br /&gt;i scared dislocated or sth. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah, i thinking too much leee. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suppose to have music project assessment.&lt;br /&gt;but mrs ho not here mah,&lt;br /&gt;so we went library lor.&lt;br /&gt;heng arhh.&lt;br /&gt;got 1 week more for our no musical background group of ppl. .__.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go do my elearning hw now.&lt;br /&gt;need to be a good girl today.&lt;br /&gt;and do work and studyyyyyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-3194515671866007611?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/3194515671866007611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=3194515671866007611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3194515671866007611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3194515671866007611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/boooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-2926778708606054334</id><published>2008-04-21T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:39:52.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmms, there's sth to to blog!&lt;br /&gt;so im taking the opportunity to update! :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaaa. &lt;br /&gt;i dunno if can give zen letter 2moro. =/&lt;br /&gt;im lazy to write. xD&lt;br /&gt;somemore after this need write more for cip reflections. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda irritated with my bro.&lt;br /&gt;cos he let me use the com at 8.55&lt;br /&gt;and i haven done my german elearning. D:&lt;br /&gt;then like so crap lahh.&lt;br /&gt;i scared i dunno how to do then take very long.&lt;br /&gt;and he's gonna blame me for using the com until so late, so he can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and he was doing computer scan for so long btw.&lt;br /&gt;just to get rid of some stupid adwebs.&lt;br /&gt;tskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but elearning turned out to be v easy.&lt;br /&gt;HENG ARH.&lt;br /&gt;i finished within 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;got one exercise is write true or false de.&lt;br /&gt;so in german is 'Richtig oder Falsch'&lt;br /&gt;then i typed in R for true, and F for false in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;type type type, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;go and type T instead of R for true.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end got it wrong. DD:&lt;br /&gt;so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;too bad, litespeed is like tt one. D:&lt;br /&gt;is kind of one specific answer then correct,&lt;br /&gt;computer mahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, im still very scared of standing board jump.&lt;br /&gt;got volleyball assessment this wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;im very bad at it luhs. D:&lt;br /&gt;forearm and serving, all very bad. DD:&lt;br /&gt;and there's music project assessment on wednesday also.&lt;br /&gt;have to 'invent' some body percussion part.&lt;br /&gt;if not die die. D:&lt;br /&gt;i think our group very bad at communication luhs.&lt;br /&gt;and i dun wanna be the 'leader'.&lt;br /&gt;everyone like relying on me to organise meetings. D:&lt;br /&gt;then when i dun, everything goes wrong,&lt;br /&gt;like some ppl dun even know there's meetings. D:&lt;br /&gt;tskkkk.&lt;br /&gt;forget about tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today nice nice bearbear laogong bought me a ringgggg!&lt;br /&gt;YAYYY! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;matching rings! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;haha, cheered me up for the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;i love the ring, and bearbear too! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks so much for everything! seriously everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to sqdms too! they made life more meaningful. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and also everyone around me!&lt;br /&gt;oh my, what's up with the thanking thing again. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise im blogging randomly.&lt;br /&gt;like erm, seriously randomly.&lt;br /&gt;think of wad then post wad. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. did music after sch to ard 4.&lt;br /&gt;and we played volleyball!&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;volleyball is the love! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and after tt basketball! :D&lt;br /&gt;cos jiawen felt like playing.&lt;br /&gt;so angela and i played with her. ^^&lt;br /&gt;then debbie/de-bo-rah joined in! &lt;br /&gt;and we 3 against her 1! xD&lt;br /&gt;haha, she wanted it herself.&lt;br /&gt;but she's seriously good at it.&lt;br /&gt;like her shootings quite accurate.&lt;br /&gt;she very tyco lucky then shoot in de.&lt;br /&gt;*clap clap for debbie!!!*&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i sux at basketball now. D:&lt;br /&gt;but basketball is still the love! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, cip reflections time!&lt;br /&gt;and also time to fold some cranes for Aurelia.&lt;br /&gt;well, i mean for the class.&lt;br /&gt;it's some canteen bench deco thing for earth week i think. ^^&lt;br /&gt;hehe, and time to write bearbear's and zen's letter.&lt;br /&gt;that is if i have the time. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos slept quite late ytd,&lt;br /&gt;all becos of history assignment and la.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, it's my own fault. D:&lt;br /&gt;i need to get myself to be more productive and do more work when i have the time!!&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;GO ICY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-2926778708606054334?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/2926778708606054334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=2926778708606054334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/2926778708606054334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/2926778708606054334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmms-theres-sth-to-to-blog-so-im-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-7610673588421328505</id><published>2008-04-19T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:34:24.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>played viwawa ytd.&lt;br /&gt;zany bridge! i understand i bit liao. ^^&lt;br /&gt;thx bear bear :D&lt;br /&gt;and sorry &gt;&lt; is i owe u letter. =xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, just played super crazy guitar maniac deluxe 3.&lt;br /&gt;it's a nice game ^^.&lt;br /&gt;but name too long. D:&lt;br /&gt;and some of the songs is hard until. blehh. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-7610673588421328505?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/7610673588421328505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=7610673588421328505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7610673588421328505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7610673588421328505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/played-viwawa-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-4042666323434984115</id><published>2008-04-18T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:00:36.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i became a werewolf in harry potter today again. ^^&lt;br /&gt;zen came to send my letter during recess,&lt;br /&gt;and i believed tt she wrote 'Luping'.&lt;br /&gt;but when i came back to class.&lt;br /&gt;the 'g' was gone and i became lupin. a monkey cum werewolf.&lt;br /&gt;so cool. -.-&lt;br /&gt;must be one of the 204 ppl erase one. D:&lt;br /&gt;but i dun mind being a monkey cum werewolf. ^^&lt;br /&gt;just be careful of me can le. ^^&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boots cut my feet today. ):&lt;br /&gt;and i continued doing drill with tt cut. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;it was very painful to hantak with a cut. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but nice nice Jeraldine helped me stole a plaster from art room. :D (after cca)&lt;br /&gt;she's like so niceeeee. x)&lt;br /&gt;seniors are kind of nicer today?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, as in not so dao bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. om is over!&lt;br /&gt;as in presentation.&lt;br /&gt;so weekends not used up for om.&lt;br /&gt;elearning next week.&lt;br /&gt;i did so badly for tt online assignment which holds the same percentage as our 2nd test. D:&lt;br /&gt;it's like so crap!?&lt;br /&gt;they anyhow assign the percentage one de lor. ):&lt;br /&gt;rawrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to buck up on drill. jiayou squadmatessss! one for all and all for one. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, maybe i should stop writing letters during class. &lt;br /&gt;i feel guilty luhs. D:&lt;br /&gt;dun mind me for replying late then! ^^&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do well this year.&lt;br /&gt;not i want to, it's a must! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expecting letters from angel katherine, mortal hao qing, half-mortal zen, willa bear bear and yh the great sqdm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i owe nobody letter. :D&lt;br /&gt;im proud of tt! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh. end here. p.s. i slept at midnight ytd becos of yuchan. D:&lt;br /&gt;haha, actually also cannot blame her. ^^&lt;br /&gt;sayonara~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-4042666323434984115?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/4042666323434984115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=4042666323434984115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4042666323434984115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4042666323434984115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-became-werewolf-in-harry-potter-today.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-257548238279574056</id><published>2008-04-15T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:43:37.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;i finished my math written task.&lt;br /&gt;well, there seems to be lots of work to be handed in on fri. D:&lt;br /&gt;so i should start doing my qg2.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;kor never come look for me when i was doing public duty for heats today. D:&lt;br /&gt;stoned.&lt;br /&gt;but angie was nice to talk to. ^^&lt;br /&gt;yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;came back to school.&lt;br /&gt;and i was staring at the bench where i put my bag.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly got so many more bags.&lt;br /&gt;so i started counting, eileen, willa, yh, dorothy and jw's!&lt;br /&gt;5 bags plus mine.&lt;br /&gt;it's practically the whole sqd. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;think our sqd getting very fierce.&lt;br /&gt;wingyan says her sqd thinks tt we changed.&lt;br /&gt;as in we were very nice at first, &lt;br /&gt;but we very dao and fierce now.&lt;br /&gt;and jeraldine is seriously patient with them,&lt;br /&gt;compared to her with us last yr. &lt;br /&gt;well, they're luckyyy.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passed zen my letter today. ^^&lt;br /&gt;but didnt manage to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;need to return the fa bags and ice box.&lt;br /&gt;so yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh. realised hci guys run chao fast. D:&lt;br /&gt;Angie and me were talking about them running.&lt;br /&gt;they practically look like flying.&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;looks so cooool. =x&lt;br /&gt;and the high jump guys too! so, omg.&lt;br /&gt;the way they do high jump very cool also ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice nice herr neiser gave us chocolate ytd again  ^^&lt;br /&gt;to reward us for our tests. (:&lt;br /&gt;and our class best results again. YAYY! ^^&lt;br /&gt;win the ri guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;was watching arena ytd. &lt;br /&gt;nettie was really good luhs .__.&lt;br /&gt;our sch debate rox. ^^&lt;br /&gt;yayyy. jiayou jiayou!~&lt;br /&gt;get first first. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.40 alr.&lt;br /&gt;i should go start my qg2 now.&lt;br /&gt;okayyy. shall post some other day,&lt;br /&gt;if i have the time .__.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-257548238279574056?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/257548238279574056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=257548238279574056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/257548238279574056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/257548238279574056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmmmmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-3640623808963962755</id><published>2008-04-13T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:10:40.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seniors had fac ytd.&lt;br /&gt;well, congrats! ;D&lt;br /&gt;they got 2nd,&lt;br /&gt;and lost by 1 mark. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;so ke xi.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jw, i dunno wad she get. D:&lt;br /&gt;she never tell me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must try to win zhong hua next time! ~&lt;br /&gt;there was such a heavy rain ytd tt we all got drenched.&lt;br /&gt;cos only got 2 umbrellas, 4 ppl. .__.&lt;br /&gt;and we stepped into this big big muddy puddle of water.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;my whole shoes and socks were soaked for 7 hours plus plus.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;finally reached hq.&lt;br /&gt;and it was still raining very heavily.&lt;br /&gt;concourse shopping mall was closed.&lt;br /&gt;and hq toilets were out of bounds to competition audiences. -.-&lt;br /&gt;so we cant go toilet. &lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had om meeting just nowww.&lt;br /&gt;then we were slacking after rehearsing.&lt;br /&gt;and i slipped and fell into the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;my jeans was all wet. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;just like ytd. D:&lt;br /&gt;but well, eileen is super late for her meeting.&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to reach at 2, but she left at 2 plus. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and music.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wth to do wif it.&lt;br /&gt;nobody seems to even care.&lt;br /&gt;except yh and angela i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;it's always such a trouble to organise meetings.&lt;br /&gt;cos they dun even reply. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;and they actually read the msg,&lt;br /&gt;BUT NEVER REPLY.&lt;br /&gt;haiz nvm.&lt;br /&gt;forgettt ittttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of hw to be done..&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WANNA PLAY.&lt;br /&gt;for once i get to use the com and can play. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;and i need to do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall stop here now. &lt;br /&gt;quickly play a while then do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan mr tan boon hian to come back. D:&lt;br /&gt;i wan mr guo!&lt;br /&gt;he's a nice and great teacherrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-3640623808963962755?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/3640623808963962755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=3640623808963962755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3640623808963962755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3640623808963962755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/seniors-had-fac-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-137762910942184427</id><published>2008-04-12T08:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:02:11.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;JIAYOU JUNWEI AND HER TEAM FOR OM SG!&lt;br /&gt;AND HENGYENG AND HER TEAM FOR OM SG TOO!&lt;br /&gt;AND OF COURSE SENIORS FOR FAC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-137762910942184427?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/137762910942184427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=137762910942184427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/137762910942184427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/137762910942184427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/jiayou-junwei-and-her-team-for-om-sg_12.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-7700169952325717417</id><published>2008-04-08T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:40:59.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wells, realised all sec1s and sec2s classes have class blogs.&lt;br /&gt;except 204. ):&lt;br /&gt;but it's becos of the stupid problem tt happen last year.&lt;br /&gt;we used to have one, but yeah.. sth happened. D:&lt;br /&gt;and it was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt really matter whether we have a class blog~&lt;br /&gt;COS 204 ROX! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;204 UNITE!!~ ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-7700169952325717417?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/7700169952325717417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=7700169952325717417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7700169952325717417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7700169952325717417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/wells-realised-all-sec1s-and-sec2s.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-2302275297554929410</id><published>2008-04-08T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:09:54.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;yaye. cos yh says i dun update and she checks everyday for nthh~&lt;br /&gt;lalalala. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i saw Zen todayy!&lt;br /&gt;HEY YOU JUNIOR! ;D&lt;br /&gt;wrote 2letters to her, &lt;br /&gt;and receive one from her today!~&lt;br /&gt;well, we do reply fast. xD&lt;br /&gt;i still think half-mortal and half-angel sounds weird. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i just saw my german teacher's mail..&lt;br /&gt;and realised he sent at 3.32am?&lt;br /&gt;he like specially mark all the ny one,&lt;br /&gt;cos he promise he would send us our marks by 6 this morning..&lt;br /&gt;oh myyy.&lt;br /&gt;he's really niceee.&lt;br /&gt;got 84% for my test.&lt;br /&gt;which is like roughly 37 upon 45.&lt;br /&gt;not so bad i guess? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's a good thing too!&lt;br /&gt;cos audrey got 89%!&lt;br /&gt;WHICH MEANS SHE'S TREATING OUR WHOLE CLASS TO SWENSENS!&lt;br /&gt;OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;I DUNNO. xD&lt;br /&gt;COS THE HIGHEST MUST TREAT THE WHOLE CLASS! :D&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that hong fu nu the songs very nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;or what is tt show called? i cant rmb. =x&lt;br /&gt;"yuan lai ni shi zhen de yi jing li kai wo, &lt;br /&gt;zai mei you wo de shi jie zi you piao huo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh. 7! 7! 7!&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;i hate 7pm. :0&lt;br /&gt;dunno wad to post le..&lt;br /&gt;anws, Mrs Kuan came into our class today for history, &lt;br /&gt;cos miss chua on mc again. =/&lt;br /&gt;i hope miss chua is okay, she keeps not coming to sch, on mc. ):&lt;br /&gt;but still think mrs kuan is a good taecher. ;D&lt;br /&gt;she tells us the things that are interesting,&lt;br /&gt;but also related to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nice nice mr guo gave us chocolate today AGAIN! :D&lt;br /&gt;to reward us for our quiz.&lt;br /&gt;cos he say more than 60% get full marks. :D&lt;br /&gt;but of course the quiz was easy.&lt;br /&gt;well, i didnt eat the toblerone,&lt;br /&gt;and it melted D:&lt;br /&gt;and was flattened. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp.&lt;br /&gt;EEYOREEEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;EEYORE LOVES EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE EYEORE. xD&lt;br /&gt;and eyeore has a new name called ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;becos it goes "ee-yore-ee-yore-ee-yore-ee-yore-ee-yore"&lt;br /&gt;okay. for those who dun understand,&lt;br /&gt;the ambulance got the alarm, and eeyore sounds like the alarm when repeated. ;D&lt;br /&gt;my lame lame classmate thought of it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and ivan kor says his com is going haywire. -.-&lt;br /&gt;"haywire"&lt;br /&gt;is tt the correct spelling?&lt;br /&gt;i think so. xD&lt;br /&gt;cos i heard but never use this word before. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im not lame okayy!&lt;br /&gt;cos i can runnnnnnnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;im crazy. -.-&lt;br /&gt;okayy. &lt;br /&gt;end here.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a nice dayyyyyy.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-2302275297554929410?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/2302275297554929410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=2302275297554929410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/2302275297554929410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/2302275297554929410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/updateeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-yaye.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-472119367902347402</id><published>2008-04-03T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:57:53.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>edited my blogskin!&lt;br /&gt;well i must say,&lt;br /&gt;i do take long to edit blogskins. =X&lt;br /&gt;and this blogskin is similar to denise laopo's :O&lt;br /&gt;just tt hers dun have pic. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-472119367902347402?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/472119367902347402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=472119367902347402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/472119367902347402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/472119367902347402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/edited-my-blogskin-well-i-must-say-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-9185664032720772271</id><published>2008-04-03T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:07:32.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had german test ytd.&lt;br /&gt;it was chao hard.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope tt i wun fail. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;got back my block tests papers except la so far..&lt;br /&gt;everything was quite all right.&lt;br /&gt;except for math. :O&lt;br /&gt;alth 70%, but i very disappointed lah. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;careless 14 marks, which means i could have got 56 upon 60.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;all becos of a stupid chi storybook i borrowed from library.&lt;br /&gt;cos all our bags suppose to put outside.&lt;br /&gt;then tt day i bring the books to return to library.&lt;br /&gt;then b4 maths paper, i realised that one of the books is missing.&lt;br /&gt;then i couldn't concentrate throughout the paper. ):&lt;br /&gt;feel so.. yuan wang?&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was quite happy for my bio and geog.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;zai jie zai li!&lt;br /&gt;i can continue to do better for everything!&lt;br /&gt;had a great improvement on history!&lt;br /&gt;for once, it's an a. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to change my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;since ie cant load it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;but i think sth wrong with my internet.&lt;br /&gt;connection very bad.&lt;br /&gt;it cant load blogskins.com &lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;think becos the rain now very heavy...&lt;br /&gt;got relationship de mah?&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca 2moro..&lt;br /&gt;i scared got triage..&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;think dun have bah.&lt;br /&gt;at least i hope there isnt. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to work hard now. &lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANWS, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOR! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;U'RE THE BEST! =D&lt;br /&gt;ANATA O AIISHITERU! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;AND EEYORE LOVES U TOO =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-9185664032720772271?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/9185664032720772271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=9185664032720772271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/9185664032720772271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/9185664032720772271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/04/had-german-test-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-1683016623493537302</id><published>2008-03-22T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:50:19.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just reached home.&lt;br /&gt;and today kept dropping my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;like at hdb, i was thinking of sth.&lt;br /&gt;then i dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;then just picked up.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to take my hp out from my pocket,&lt;br /&gt;i dropped it again.&lt;br /&gt;today is a dropping-wallet day.&lt;br /&gt;and i dropped my wallet 5 times today. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2moro got om...&lt;br /&gt;and drama..&lt;br /&gt;i haven memorise my parts.&lt;br /&gt;cos yeah.&lt;br /&gt;it's loooooonnnnnnggggg.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;like block tests just over.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;we appreciate ur efforts. :D&lt;br /&gt;but we just cannot accept, &lt;br /&gt;everyday has their own beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;xie xie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh. think i have probably forgotten many things of the past le.&lt;br /&gt;at least i dun try to dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe my life is just too busy, and i dun have time to.&lt;br /&gt;but at least im trying to live life to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;for myself and the people i love and those who love me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-1683016623493537302?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1683016623493537302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=1683016623493537302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1683016623493537302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1683016623493537302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-reached-home.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-9060054711864031258</id><published>2008-03-15T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:52:15.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cant be bothered to update.&lt;br /&gt;and cant get myself to do work.&lt;br /&gt;im seriously stuck at the chi sia.&lt;br /&gt;dunno how to do the report for the wen zhang shou ji.&lt;br /&gt;it's stupid luhhs!&lt;br /&gt;but at least i got myself to study geog today.&lt;br /&gt;and did some math during tuition. :D&lt;br /&gt;such an accomplishment. -.-&lt;br /&gt;haha, sorry lor.&lt;br /&gt;people like me just cant get themselves to start doing work okayyy. :D&lt;br /&gt;uhhh. i dunno wad zu ti i should do for the chi sia.&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;it's driving me mad.&lt;br /&gt;still must fen xi de wen zhang or sth?&lt;br /&gt;im bad at wen xi-ing stuff. &lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;chi sia sux.&lt;br /&gt;so ma fan one.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to watch the patriot.&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;sorry aureliaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;end here..&lt;br /&gt;nth to post.&lt;br /&gt;been slacking these few daysss.&lt;br /&gt;I SERIOUSLY NEED SOME MOTIVATION.&lt;br /&gt;at least my mum motivated me to finish my chi yue du ji lu today. :O&lt;br /&gt;MORE MOTIVATION!!!!&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU TO MYSELFFFFF!&lt;br /&gt;i need to work hard.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-9060054711864031258?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/9060054711864031258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=9060054711864031258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/9060054711864031258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/9060054711864031258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/03/cant-be-bothered-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-3785022307067129115</id><published>2008-03-11T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:43:32.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo.&lt;br /&gt;im lazy to post long posts like lsc? =X&lt;br /&gt;suddenly feel like bloggging becos i have the time now. :D&lt;br /&gt;just played audi.&lt;br /&gt;and was staring at my messenger, realising i dunno alot of people. &lt;br /&gt;cos they changed names. =X&lt;br /&gt;*i feel stupid*&lt;br /&gt;staying up quite late today. 11.30 alr.&lt;br /&gt;at least it's late for me.&lt;br /&gt;didnt study/read much today.&lt;br /&gt;so im not tired. :D&lt;br /&gt;if it's usual school day,&lt;br /&gt;i would have fallen asleep in front of the com. =X&lt;br /&gt;im very bad at 8k now. =x&lt;br /&gt;played bboy8 and 8k throughout. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt so disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;my bro was watching some cut the corpse show.&lt;br /&gt;wth that is.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna know anymore. =x&lt;br /&gt;cos when i saw a bit of one scene.&lt;br /&gt;i ran back into the room. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms, lsc.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;i think all of us made effort to organise games bahh!&lt;br /&gt;it was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;just that the games always exceed time limit. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;then cannot play finishhh.&lt;br /&gt;and night trail wasnt really fun, but at least they put in some effort.&lt;br /&gt;and some stuff are scary. :D&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid 'ghost' who lost her husband kept coming after me.&lt;br /&gt;alth i told her that i didnt see her husband!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;overall, the camp was great. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;204 rox! &lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;won the best organised activity with 208.&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING RACE!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;my hand was full of soap+egg+water which the noodles and veggies were in?&lt;br /&gt;i dun think u wanna know what's inside the pail.&lt;br /&gt;it's aheemm.&lt;br /&gt;okay, actually nth much.&lt;br /&gt;our station was dog and bone. :D&lt;br /&gt;and got 2 pails.&lt;br /&gt;one is soap one.&lt;br /&gt;we put one egg inside at first.&lt;br /&gt;then inside alot of soap.&lt;br /&gt;plus a rubberband?&lt;br /&gt;and then the egg broke due to our violent fellow sec 2s who played the games.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;then haven ask them take the egg.&lt;br /&gt;the egg broke inside the pail long before that.&lt;br /&gt;so it was soap + egg?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the other pail,&lt;br /&gt;got maggi mee, spring onion, curry leaves, limes, and spinach?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if it's spinach or not. =X&lt;br /&gt;the curry leaves smells horrible.&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;then it's been soaked inside the water for so long.&lt;br /&gt;so the water is erm greenish?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;then they play play play.&lt;br /&gt;keep mixing the stuff together.&lt;br /&gt;and then we have to check the pail.&lt;br /&gt;so my hand was like yeah.&lt;br /&gt;full of everything. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the game my hand was kinda burning sensation. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. then actually our whole schedule went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;but we still got the prize.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why. =X&lt;br /&gt;but partly becos ours was outdoor. (:&lt;br /&gt;then cleanliness lost to us by 1 vote. =X&lt;br /&gt;everybody did a great job really! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then our second prize was drama!&lt;br /&gt;so jing ya pls! x)&lt;br /&gt;but i loved our story &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;it was creative. :D&lt;br /&gt;actually our class quite bad lah.&lt;br /&gt;cos everybody doing their own stuff then refused to listen.&lt;br /&gt;so we thought we would flunked our drama.&lt;br /&gt;but we still did quite well. :D&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU 204!&lt;br /&gt;we can do the impossible! :D&lt;br /&gt;jiayou for the block tests coming ahead!&lt;br /&gt;we can do it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;204 is love. &lt;3 ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at sch the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;didnt complete much stuff.&lt;br /&gt;we seriously need to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;jiayou om group!&lt;br /&gt;wo men ke yi de. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhh. nothing much to post liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope everything goes well.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i do think im too happy-go-lucky.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant get myself to work. &lt;br /&gt;haiz. wo mei you jue xin de.&lt;br /&gt;i need some motivation from u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's much better if we remain like this now.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt really matter to u anymore alr, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-3785022307067129115?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/3785022307067129115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=3785022307067129115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3785022307067129115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3785022307067129115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/03/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-8660510780553990764</id><published>2008-03-07T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:37:14.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eileen say must post.&lt;br /&gt;so im posting now.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;but there's nth to post except lsc.&lt;br /&gt;but it'll be longgggg.&lt;br /&gt;but 204 did quite a good job this lsc. &lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU 204! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, just suddenly thought that Joy (or how do u spell her name) from 208 is really a good leader and nice person. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;eileen must cheer up okaY!&lt;br /&gt;dun think too much.&lt;br /&gt;i've been playing the com for like 5 hours? 6 hours?&lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;finally changed my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;stupid internet explorer.&lt;br /&gt;stupid ms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. byebye. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited: just realised there's no archives. maybe got other stuff missing also. cos it looks empty. .__. will add it in when i have the time. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-8660510780553990764?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/8660510780553990764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=8660510780553990764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8660510780553990764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8660510780553990764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/03/eileen-say-must-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-4740024401916452570</id><published>2008-03-04T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:42:41.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh well.&lt;br /&gt;my stupid internet explorer still refuses to work anws.&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;2moro going for camp.&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING RACE!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;hope it goes well. (:&lt;br /&gt;think this yr camp should be quite diff from last yr.&lt;br /&gt;cos it's our level zi ji an pai de.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, FUN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven pack bag for camp. =x&lt;br /&gt;cant be bothered too.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling sleepy. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;nth to say suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;always forget wad i wan to post............&lt;br /&gt;forget it. &lt;br /&gt;people must miss me kayy. =x&lt;br /&gt;going for camp till fridayyy.&lt;br /&gt;only sch organised leisure camp is fun. +D&lt;br /&gt;trng camps is ahem. -.-&lt;br /&gt;okayy. end here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The skies doesnt seem so beautiful to me now. Or is it just that my life isnt so beautiful anymore? i don't know the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-4740024401916452570?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/4740024401916452570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=4740024401916452570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4740024401916452570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4740024401916452570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-8599429212557034785</id><published>2008-03-03T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T18:02:16.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.. i just deleted my whole blog and left the cbox there.&lt;br /&gt;so i could view it without the navigation..&lt;br /&gt;zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;internet explorer and firefox sux. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-8599429212557034785?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/8599429212557034785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=8599429212557034785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8599429212557034785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/8599429212557034785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-2784814666099721817</id><published>2008-03-03T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:59:41.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tsk. stupid blogger.&lt;br /&gt;stupid internet.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;think is my internet got prob.&lt;br /&gt;go any webbies also got sth missing.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;wth is wrong wif my internet.&lt;br /&gt;must be my bro install wad stupid local ms (private server for ms)&lt;br /&gt;and it went sot.&lt;br /&gt;so now im posting with firefox.&lt;br /&gt;and i apparently cant view my blog.&lt;br /&gt;cos firefox cant read the navigations. &lt;br /&gt;zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, slack day today.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. dui bu qi &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;wo rang ni shi wang le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. dry run for amazing race.&lt;br /&gt;and then we did drama preps.&lt;br /&gt;nth much.&lt;br /&gt;nobody wans to listen during drama preps.&lt;br /&gt;sorry alicia, glenda, hyo lim and crystal and so on! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;how do i ever gonna find torn and tattered clothes?&lt;br /&gt;so sot one.&lt;br /&gt;nowadays in modern society, &lt;br /&gt;when NY GIRLS HAVE NO BEGGARS AT ALL,&lt;br /&gt;how to get tattered and torn clothes?&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. jin li er wei bah.&lt;br /&gt;must try and find some costume.&lt;br /&gt;thennn.&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;had german.&lt;br /&gt;was felling asleep. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;es tur meir lied herr neiser! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh. nth much.&lt;br /&gt;have to study koto during lsc.&lt;br /&gt;this sounds wrong?&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;dun understand koto at all lor.&lt;br /&gt;wad crap is it talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;somemore 20 mins for 50 ques.&lt;br /&gt;mcq.&lt;br /&gt;but also very tight the time pls.&lt;br /&gt;like 1 ques 20 sec?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;shen jing bing de hq.&lt;br /&gt;zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. go slack a while.&lt;br /&gt;my mum is cooking egg. &lt;br /&gt;smells so chao nice =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then study koto.........&lt;br /&gt;jiayou sqdms! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-2784814666099721817?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/2784814666099721817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=2784814666099721817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/2784814666099721817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/2784814666099721817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/03/tsk.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-982650832091444909</id><published>2008-02-27T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:34:58.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhs. just came back from 3rd lang.&lt;br /&gt;realised my german teacher is chao nice de.&lt;br /&gt;maybe becos he's old then he cant shout at us or sth?&lt;br /&gt;well, he's still nice.&lt;br /&gt;cos somehow the others kept talking when he was trying to help us solve some problems for the litespeed portal.&lt;br /&gt;then yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;can see he's angry lahh.&lt;br /&gt;but he only banged on the table.&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh. &lt;br /&gt;he's very forgiving (:&lt;br /&gt;and he gave as SCHOKOLADE!&lt;br /&gt;DANKESEHN! x)&lt;br /&gt;haha. ritter sport chocolate. (:&lt;br /&gt;so nice of him. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then todayyy.&lt;br /&gt;emergency exercise.&lt;br /&gt;dun feel like elaborating.&lt;br /&gt;i also blank diao.&lt;br /&gt;becos the __________ ____ _________________________.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. hen kong bu can..&lt;br /&gt;thenn.&lt;br /&gt;drama got postponed. (:&lt;br /&gt;mdm oehlers is nice =D&lt;br /&gt;yeah, anws, the other half of the class presentation also in t2 lorr.&lt;br /&gt;so ours should also be in t2 mahh.&lt;br /&gt;then fair.&lt;br /&gt;and esther tt group doing wayang kulit.&lt;br /&gt;then their puppets behind the screen chao cool can!&lt;br /&gt;as in they like very pro eh.&lt;br /&gt;the shadow very nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;hehs. 204 de ren shi li hai de (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ate grapes which were like over-ripen.&lt;br /&gt;feels weird. =/&lt;br /&gt;hope there's nth wrong wif it. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;haiii. dunno how eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i feel lost out of a sudden. should i listen? or should i go back to the rebellious me? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope tt everything can go well for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to improve on my la. ):&lt;br /&gt;i really need to concentrate and know wad i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;if not everything will just turn out badd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还是相信，只要我们努力，你会明白的。不要让我失望，把我对你的好印象摧毁。不是每次都能成功的，但失败乃成功之母，我希望你是明白事理的人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-982650832091444909?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/982650832091444909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=982650832091444909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/982650832091444909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/982650832091444909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/02/uhs.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-6792156498985896508</id><published>2008-02-26T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:15:36.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalaa.&lt;br /&gt;im jsut wasting my time away.&lt;br /&gt;decided to look for the picture for la raft by 7.&lt;br /&gt;and it's like 7.12 now.&lt;br /&gt;been slacking. =X&lt;br /&gt;uhhs. I LOVE POFFLE! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;POFFLE IS SO CUTE! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i feel random.&lt;br /&gt;yup. then i think my clay is too wet alr liao lor. ):&lt;br /&gt;blehhh.&lt;br /&gt;how to make the dunno wad thing like tt.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;X=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhs. &lt;br /&gt;emergency exercise 2moro. ):&lt;br /&gt;and i haven study fa.&lt;br /&gt;so deaddd.&lt;br /&gt;haizz.&lt;br /&gt;but yah, try my best?&lt;br /&gt;zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhs. slack slack these few days.&lt;br /&gt;tired of doing so much work.&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i should go alrrr.&lt;br /&gt;nth to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;sch is almost the same everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling tired. ):&lt;br /&gt;okayy. &lt;br /&gt;tt's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you truly believe, there is such things as dreams come true! (:&lt;br /&gt;so do not give up no matter wad!~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-6792156498985896508?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6792156498985896508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=6792156498985896508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6792156498985896508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6792156498985896508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/02/lalaa.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-6790865818598276682</id><published>2008-02-25T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:27:21.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100th post. (:&lt;br /&gt;im in a half good half mad mood today. (:&lt;br /&gt;cos was like failed 60% for my la assignment lahh.&lt;br /&gt;did very badly for la. ):&lt;br /&gt;and mdm oehlers said i need to go for remedial.&lt;br /&gt;more than half the class need to. -.-&lt;br /&gt;yeahh. but remedial on monday.&lt;br /&gt;so cannot go lor.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WAS CHAO HAPPY DURING GERMAN CANN!&lt;br /&gt;got back my test paper. (:&lt;br /&gt;and realise i got full marks. (:&lt;br /&gt;cannot believe myself cannnN! xD&lt;br /&gt;but yeahh, it was a chao easy test lahh. =D&lt;br /&gt;but still, RI tt class highest only 98%.&lt;br /&gt;SO NY BEAT RI!&lt;br /&gt;YESSSH. x)&lt;br /&gt;haha. ego ego.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i shall work hard for la bahh.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get an a2 this yrr. ):&lt;br /&gt;cos i wan get into 301 if can.&lt;br /&gt;well, dun think i can anws.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno wad to do for la.&lt;br /&gt;*helpless* &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhs. i love the time after 3rd lang.&lt;br /&gt;cos i will reach home ard 5. (:&lt;br /&gt;got time to slack.&lt;br /&gt;and this gives me good mood!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;okayy.&lt;br /&gt;shall go alrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou everybody!~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;we can do it. i believe we can. no doubts at all. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-6790865818598276682?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/6790865818598276682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=6790865818598276682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6790865818598276682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/6790865818598276682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/02/100th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-4728937310779113685</id><published>2008-02-24T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:14:09.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhhs. everything is finally overr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd spent like 13 hours in ny?!&lt;br /&gt;my long-waited saturday was spent in ny for mock comp, sj board, and om.&lt;br /&gt;wahhh. &lt;br /&gt;came back so tired. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;keep falling asleep when i was watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;uhhs. didnt eat dinner ytd..&lt;br /&gt;ytd like eat one egg tart plus one lemon chicken rice plus one bottle plain water, iced milo, justea peach, ice lemon teaaa. tt's only wad i ateee for whole day.&lt;br /&gt;am i on a diet or sth? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seniors had mock comp ytd, and they won! yayyy. x)&lt;br /&gt;and mou mou ren keep supporting rv.&lt;br /&gt;so irritating lor. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and i was steward for this team of rv guys.&lt;br /&gt;omgg. they are so sick can..&lt;br /&gt;hai wo cannot stop laughing &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, they asked the chief marshal the packet of gloves inside got how many gloves. so lame lahh! &lt;br /&gt;it's obvious it's one pair. -.-&lt;br /&gt;and they were playing with the latex gloves after they finished the comp.&lt;br /&gt;and they did disgusting things again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;oh man. am i unlucky or wad!?&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, they were saying my job was to entertain them or sth? zz.&lt;br /&gt;becos their senior/fren or whatever was steward for ny, and they were talking very happily at the table beside ours.&lt;br /&gt;so they started to talk about tt guy flirting with seniors. -.-&lt;br /&gt;can't stand them lor. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. kinda feel sorry for them ):&lt;br /&gt;they did very badlyy lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhs. had tuition this morning and yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;was still very tiredd.&lt;br /&gt;then played like 3 hours of audi or sth?&lt;br /&gt;so now i haven done any work at all. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:02 pm alr liao lor.&lt;br /&gt;gt to work hard alrr!&lt;br /&gt;uhhs. owe angeline the math sia de research.&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to do &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhs. i should go and do my work soon. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but still no mood to do work.&lt;br /&gt;weekend i will always spent quite a lot of time slacking. -.-&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;thennnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. just wanna say tt&lt;br /&gt;nobody is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;and people love you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;so dun mind the fact that you're imperfect,&lt;br /&gt;cos everyone is the same. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST TIMED MYSELF ON SOLVING A RUBIK'S CUBE.&lt;br /&gt;AND I SOLVED IT IN 2 MINS 14 SECSS!&lt;br /&gt;HEN YOU CHENG JIU GAN! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, just did again. now is 2 mins 1 sec!&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;haha. chao you cheng jiu gan x))&lt;br /&gt;lalala. =D&lt;br /&gt;uhhs. bio. drama. he. art. &lt;br /&gt;still got wad arhh.&lt;br /&gt;hmms, shall spent the remaining time reading chi storybook (:&lt;br /&gt;lalala. &lt;br /&gt;lsc in 2 weeks' time! &lt;br /&gt;so shuang xD&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;cos it's we organise de =D&lt;br /&gt;haha. hao bah.&lt;br /&gt;nth to write -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to "passer" : may i know who are you? o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-4728937310779113685?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/4728937310779113685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=4728937310779113685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4728937310779113685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4728937310779113685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/02/uhhs.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-5678719109195269376</id><published>2008-02-19T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:51:15.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh no. another busy day.&lt;br /&gt;i need to complete my la article + ad + math + history + cme.&lt;br /&gt;and guess wad. &lt;br /&gt;it's 6.11 pm now.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven done anything.&lt;br /&gt;think im quite shi bai also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just can't get myself to get so pissed with you.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna live a complicated life.&lt;br /&gt;and all these complicating stuff just keep coming non-stop. &lt;br /&gt;and i just dun understand wad's the point of saying so many sorrys when u dun seem like you mean it at all.&lt;br /&gt;can't these things just stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not all our fault.&lt;br /&gt;and i dun have the whole life's time to wait for your stubborn temper and attitude to change and for u to realise it might be your fault too.&lt;br /&gt;okay, this sounds like im blaming you.&lt;br /&gt;but im just trying to make you realise abt it.&lt;br /&gt;and give us more chances for helping out.&lt;br /&gt;i just dun wanna be an useless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im giving you enough patience alr.&lt;br /&gt;ren de ren nai shi you ji xian de.&lt;br /&gt;when ppl wans to make up wif u, and u dun wanna to, &lt;br /&gt;you're doing a disfavour to urself.&lt;br /&gt;this can continue forever.&lt;br /&gt;till we graduate from ny.&lt;br /&gt;i admit i'll regret.&lt;br /&gt;but i wun blame myself for this to happen.&lt;br /&gt;becos you're the one who doesnt wanna give us another chance alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can continue avoiding me.&lt;br /&gt;and dun blame me if i start to dao you.&lt;br /&gt;cos i wanted to talk to u, but you're the one who avoided me.&lt;br /&gt;let this continue if u like.&lt;br /&gt;it's your decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our sqd can keep on having this kind of prob.&lt;br /&gt;till the whole sqd falls.&lt;br /&gt;6 ppl is just to little to get to know.&lt;br /&gt;and 6 ppl cause much misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;becos we start to pick out their bad points when all of us know each other true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you talk bad about me behind me.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun mind.&lt;br /&gt;becos it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not a perfect person,&lt;br /&gt;and so if u wanna talk bad, go on.&lt;br /&gt;u can let the whole world thinks tt we're neglecting u.&lt;br /&gt;but as long as we know we are innocent, &lt;br /&gt;i dun care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u said u dun mind being misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;but i mind misunderstanding other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;and all ______ _________ _____ ________ can be bias towards you&lt;br /&gt;or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;time flies.&lt;br /&gt;soon, the 2 and a half years would be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant we just cherish it now.&lt;br /&gt;will you give us another chance?&lt;br /&gt;can this whole thing just end here.&lt;br /&gt;im sick of dealing with all these, when there is so much work to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-5678719109195269376?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/5678719109195269376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=5678719109195269376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5678719109195269376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5678719109195269376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-1000222836110417711</id><published>2008-02-18T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:51:05.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. think at least i should post or sth.&lt;br /&gt;maybe some ppl think that we're being rude to them or sth or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;but it's just tt when everybody spent effort in it, esp a few of them alot of effort, you will surely yan bu xia when ppl tell you to redo everything all over again. esp when they use such harsh tones and words.&lt;br /&gt;if you did one day experience the same thing, you'll get wad i mean.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so maybe it's becos diff ppl have diff viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;so misunderstandings often occur.&lt;br /&gt;and i think as sqdms, shouldn't we clarify them to the most.&lt;br /&gt;and tt's why i told u the reason now.&lt;br /&gt;cos i think the only way to solve this is to be honest and tell everything.&lt;br /&gt;isn't tt how we solved our probs last time.&lt;br /&gt;alth it might just cause more tears to be shed.&lt;br /&gt;but it's one of the best solution.&lt;br /&gt;u always get better after getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;die dao le zai pa qi lai. &lt;br /&gt;uhhs. i feel like signing out and heck care-ing om now.&lt;br /&gt;all these stuff in ____ is making everything of our lives so stress and so many misunderstandings, esp when it _______ becos ____  __________________.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i know u're trying to help us.&lt;br /&gt;and i know you dun like us to take over u when u're doing stuff halfway.&lt;br /&gt;so all of us end up doing nth when we are free at tt time.&lt;br /&gt;becos u're doing the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno wad to do.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;everything is getting worst.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we've done things too far at times.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i just cant handle these kinda stuff well.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly forgot wad i wanna post about.&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this world is just getting more horrible in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss all of your love.&lt;br /&gt;i need yours.&lt;br /&gt;and i dun wan to lose others' love too.&lt;br /&gt;can we just go back to sqr 1 and start all over again&lt;br /&gt;and get close to each other all over again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-1000222836110417711?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1000222836110417711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=1000222836110417711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1000222836110417711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1000222836110417711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-3646337740027516773</id><published>2008-02-17T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:21:12.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;so long never post le. (:&lt;br /&gt;and im getting pissed off by ________.&lt;br /&gt;lalala. nobody knows who is ________. =X&lt;br /&gt;just now went to yh's house to do om with eileen =D&lt;br /&gt;we crap-ped alot and didnt do much work. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and we think we're very bonded. xD&lt;br /&gt;this is a combined post of us. YAY. =D&lt;br /&gt;they're at my house now.&lt;br /&gt;and we're playing.&lt;br /&gt;doing idiotic stuff. x)&lt;br /&gt;i think we can really talk about our really xin shi kinda stuff. ((:&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;im getting confused of wad they're saying.&lt;br /&gt;dunno wad to type for them. =X&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is weird. &lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. we just talked to smartchild.&lt;br /&gt;the idiot computer program stuff.&lt;br /&gt;yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;and he's NOT SMART.&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall let them type. xD&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i think the three of us can understand each other very well cox we have alot of similarities.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, actually we have alot of similar thoughts but all dun dare to speak out loud to each other. (:&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, I think we are getting closer and closer to each other and we are really happy tgt. YAY! looking forward to more om meetings!&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, we dun hide anything frm each other de lorh. so sweet right!muahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;and we are the hyperactive san ge ren!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;fifthly, we enjoy each other's company and we love each other! YESHHH. BELIEVE IN TT SENTENCE! xDDD =DDDD &lt;3333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;sixthly, we just put sixthly because eileen has a motive indirectly to the number. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. &lt;br /&gt;okay. &lt;br /&gt;end here.&lt;br /&gt;buhhbiies ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-3646337740027516773?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/3646337740027516773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=3646337740027516773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3646337740027516773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/3646337740027516773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-5200141242201766135</id><published>2008-02-05T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:53:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im faking up smiles now.&lt;br /&gt;it isnt the usual real smiles now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-5200141242201766135?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/5200141242201766135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=5200141242201766135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5200141242201766135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5200141242201766135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-faking-up-smiles-now.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-1661605122647890198</id><published>2008-02-05T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:45:31.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not in a mood to post.&lt;br /&gt;guess im going back to pri sch 2moro.&lt;br /&gt;miss tt innocent life of pri sch too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just tt sec sch, esp sj, is somehow _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;br /&gt;and tt everything just cant be _ _ _ _ _ to me.&lt;br /&gt;and some things just _ _ _ _ be _ _ _ _ or _ _ _ _.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i miss pri sch.&lt;br /&gt;it semms as though i was pri sch ytd or so.&lt;br /&gt;but im just lying to myself.&lt;br /&gt;tt innocent and happy life we had in ftpps &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. and yh's sis' bday's coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;and yi jie's one if im not wrong?&lt;br /&gt;cant rmb -.-&lt;br /&gt;but i know one of the guys same bday as yu chan.&lt;br /&gt;so can rmb. =x&lt;br /&gt;haha, 4 ppl same bdays. so qiao.&lt;br /&gt;realised 8th feb and 4th oct is a popular birthdate of people around me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. got loads of hw and projects to complete during cny.&lt;br /&gt;which is relatively a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;i think i will try to do most of my hw 2moro.&lt;br /&gt;ahhs. 2moro hui chun.&lt;br /&gt;so sian.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno where's my calligraphy stuff and cant be bothered to look for it.&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder wad's up with these teachers in schs trying to plan so many things for us to do.&lt;br /&gt;and when we can't complete, blame us for it?&lt;br /&gt;is it even our fault in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;this world is never fair.&lt;br /&gt;i truly believe in this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i hope i dun return back to the 'emo' me.&lt;br /&gt;haiz. shun qi zi ran bah.&lt;br /&gt;maybe ny girls are supposed to be sad at all the times?&lt;br /&gt;wonder wad's the use of studying all these stuff?&lt;br /&gt;i dun see the relevance of it to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;it is just the competition between schs &lt;br /&gt;and the sch is trying to make us more clever in a sensE?&lt;br /&gt;so tt we can win them?&lt;br /&gt;wth is with this idiotic world lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she used to be okay with these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;telling me to do this.&lt;br /&gt;and now she change her mind and tell me to do tt.&lt;br /&gt;pls lah.&lt;br /&gt;WE&lt;br /&gt;ARE&lt;br /&gt;NOT&lt;br /&gt;YOUR&lt;br /&gt;PUPPETS,&lt;br /&gt;IDIOTS.&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes really wonder WHAT IS THE POINT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me to change.&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;i will.&lt;br /&gt;but in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;change urself first.&lt;br /&gt;b4 asking me to do tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be so glad if this was to be so.&lt;br /&gt;zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan scold vulgar liao. zz.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;this world is just too competitive for us to live in.&lt;br /&gt;just too competitive.&lt;br /&gt;you are just making my life worse now.&lt;br /&gt;this life is getting more sucky becos of u telling me to change and u not even doing it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;this just isnt right at all.&lt;br /&gt;just like i said, this world is never fair.&lt;br /&gt;this world might just not be right.&lt;br /&gt;there are no answers to be served to some questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just had to live on,&lt;br /&gt;isnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-1661605122647890198?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1661605122647890198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=1661605122647890198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1661605122647890198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1661605122647890198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-in-mood-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-2733088180698612194</id><published>2008-02-04T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:09:12.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a erm, typical day? &lt;br /&gt;just tt there's no hw due 2moro! WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;so i was playing audi just now.&lt;br /&gt;destress mah. =P&lt;br /&gt;haha, i'm feeling chao high. :D &lt;br /&gt;and i dunno why zz.&lt;br /&gt;was playing audi wif peckyee just now.&lt;br /&gt;and she's very quiet?&lt;br /&gt;emo?&lt;br /&gt;stress?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and santa ate up both our last year's christmas presents! &lt;br /&gt;he lie to us. :X&lt;br /&gt;haha, waiting for yu chan to call when she reach toa payoh.&lt;br /&gt;so i can go down and pass her presieee! :D&lt;br /&gt;hmms, im being 'reflective' this day. :D&lt;br /&gt;and im feeling very happy these days!&lt;br /&gt;i managed to go through one GEOG lesson without dozing off!&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS.&lt;br /&gt;and this time the teacher is Ms Khoo.&lt;br /&gt;haha, her voice more high-pitched, so can kepe me awake. =X&lt;br /&gt;and ms yip is probably preparing to give birth alr!&lt;br /&gt;hope she has a cute cute baby! xDD&lt;br /&gt;haha, we all having random geog teachers coming in for geog lessons.&lt;br /&gt;and last week was Ms Teo, who was a history teacher, somemore HOD wor.&lt;br /&gt;cos they cannot find any replacement last min.&lt;br /&gt;so Ms Teo had to teach us.&lt;br /&gt;i think she's really pro luhs!&lt;br /&gt;can teach history + geog one ehh! &lt;br /&gt;haha, shou zu song playing now.&lt;br /&gt;shall quickly finish this post.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;haha, this blog kinda open.&lt;br /&gt;cannot post abt some stuff -.-&lt;br /&gt;so sad. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eek. made bearbear cry again. :0&lt;br /&gt;i think im quite insensitive at times too. ):&lt;br /&gt;sorry people~~~&lt;br /&gt;but im changing (:&lt;br /&gt;yeshh. i promise i will change (:&lt;br /&gt;always changing to be a better person ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YING HUI! &lt;br /&gt;im not amen-ish!! =X&lt;br /&gt;it's 绿萍思想家的道理！ xDD&lt;br /&gt;haha, jkjk. (:&lt;br /&gt;AND YESH, CLEAN AND GREEN IS GOOD! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bear bear!&lt;br /&gt;wad is 7374?&lt;br /&gt;isnt it suppose to be 1314, 3344!? &lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;da da da da da. :D &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everybody is loved! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;by me esp! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeees.&lt;br /&gt;CNY is here!&lt;br /&gt;eileen's bday is here!&lt;br /&gt;yu chan's bday also here! &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;haha, i shall write eileen a birthday letter later! :D&lt;br /&gt;and do maths, and drama journal.. and geogg..... and HE maybe?&lt;br /&gt;haha, depend how much time i have. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms, dunno whether im going back to pri sch on wed.&lt;br /&gt;so sian.&lt;br /&gt;they surely dun let us in de. ):&lt;br /&gt;sobbb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, YEAR 1 MUST JIAYOU KAYY!&lt;br /&gt;and thankyou year 3s for helping! (:&lt;br /&gt;(i realise Jeraldine really craps alot! xD)&lt;br /&gt;haha, we were crapping on the moelc bus today!&lt;br /&gt;and she left shao ting behind in sch! xD&lt;br /&gt;haha, cos she couldnt find shao ting! &lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms, okay. end here. :D&lt;br /&gt;everybody must duo duo jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;i will be behind supporting all of u all~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-at least i think i've forgotten u, this busy life leaves no space for the memories of u.. and i think im glad tt it can all end like this.. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-2733088180698612194?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/2733088180698612194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=2733088180698612194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/2733088180698612194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/2733088180698612194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-erm-typical-day-just-tt-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-1587845957975029580</id><published>2008-02-03T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:32:26.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9.10 now, and i haven finish my jian bao.&lt;br /&gt;but i shall dedicate a post to bearbear. (:&lt;br /&gt;hmms, i feel sorry to bearbear. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;cos actually this blogskin has no archives one, is i add in myself one.&lt;br /&gt;cos i dun really mind ppl reading about the past.&lt;br /&gt;and ppl dun really will go read so much about the past de.&lt;br /&gt;then in the end made bear bear sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;but i just wanna say, i have long forgotten about those stuff! &lt;br /&gt;it's so long again okayy!&lt;br /&gt;janice/luping/teddy/green apple is optimistic now kayy!&lt;br /&gt;alth this blog is emo.&lt;br /&gt;but im just trying to forget some stuff, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and dun ask why!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a list of things tt i will do with bearbear: &lt;br /&gt;i wanna be your perfect teddy,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the first one you will call when u're down,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the first one to know when u're injured, &lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the one who u talk to when u're sad,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the one u will share ur joy with,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the one you can get angry with, and next second end up hugging,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be there to comfort u when u're sad,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the one to always smile and laugh and hug with,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be there to help solve ur problems when u're troubled,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the one who will post back a long post for u IN GREEN(SO IT'S GOOD FOR UR EYES TOO!),&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be kidnapped with u for as long as we stay together,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the one to always love you,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the one to top fa quizzes with you,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the one to score good grades in studies with you,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna lie in the netball court when there's nobody and sing again,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do hw with u,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna have matching rings with u,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get lost in vivo with u,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get off the wrong stop on sentosa express again with u,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the first to wish u happy birthday on 12th of august,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna help eeyore, piglet, flippy and all my soft toys to say byebye to u b4 we say bye to each other on msn,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna discover my jia yin with u,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sit on the swing and talk talk with u,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do stupid things with u,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play with u,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna stay as ur fren 4ever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be right there for u too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da da da da da &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;wo men de cheng nuo.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sqdms:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna let u all read my GREEN post so tt it's good for ur eyes. :D&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna spend time with u all playing,&lt;br /&gt;doing stupid stuff,&lt;br /&gt;idolizing _ _ _ _,&lt;br /&gt;saying 'shits' xD,&lt;br /&gt;doing drill,&lt;br /&gt;studying fa in stupid methods,&lt;br /&gt;sit on the swing and swing high high,&lt;br /&gt;lie on the netball court and talk,&lt;br /&gt;be best sqdms 4ever for life &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all out there:&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU FOR EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;If u need me, i'll be there for u if i can. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to gina:&lt;br /&gt;i promise i'll go back to my usual self! well, i am alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ex classmates:&lt;br /&gt;and i miss 6H! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i miss all of u! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i miss bball &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;i miss all the lame jokes! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i miss doing pa system duties! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i miss raising the flag! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i miss the time when we always play b4 higher chi!&lt;br /&gt;i miss eating in mr quek's class :X&lt;br /&gt;i miss playing games at the bus bay and court!&lt;br /&gt;i miss all the trainings and bball games we had!&lt;br /&gt;i miss doing prefect duties! &lt;br /&gt;i miss enterprenuership day, the times we played and worked together!&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in these busy life of mine, i think too much. Too much.&lt;br /&gt;And i start to miss pri sch life &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;those unforgettable memories &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;those unforgettable laughter &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;those unforgettable smiles &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;those unforgettable frens &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;and for now, im trying to cherish everything i have.&lt;br /&gt;cherish all my frens.&lt;br /&gt;cherish all the things i owe.&lt;br /&gt;cherish the knowledge im receiving.&lt;br /&gt;cherish the praises.&lt;br /&gt;cherish all the hopes and encouragements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all of u out there who changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;and i thank you to be part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;even if it was a bad experience,&lt;br /&gt;i thank you.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for making a change in my life.&lt;br /&gt;making my learn things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;making me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;a happier person.&lt;br /&gt;a person who cherishes more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-1587845957975029580?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/1587845957975029580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=1587845957975029580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1587845957975029580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/1587845957975029580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/02/cos-actually-this-blogskin-has-no.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-5798893332909079179</id><published>2008-02-02T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T17:24:31.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lll&lt;br /&gt;a 'new' blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;changed my blogskin and blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;this blog has the same music as the sqd blog.&lt;br /&gt;and i find this music chao sad &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;ytd had cca. (:&lt;br /&gt;we finally got back 1 first aid quiz which is probably the first?! -.-&lt;br /&gt;and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;stupid dalt ppl. =X&lt;br /&gt;gu yi play the drums so loud.&lt;br /&gt;very hard to hear lor.&lt;br /&gt;end up we all shout until no voice &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thennn.&lt;br /&gt;just hope year 1s can be more independent and responsible eh.&lt;br /&gt;cos wing yan very poor thing. ):&lt;br /&gt;my poor buddy. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;year 1s must jiayou okayy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sqdms must jiayou alsoo! &lt;br /&gt;ai ni men yi bei zi &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i better go do my stuff alr.&lt;br /&gt;like so late le. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised bio sia logbook due on monday. :0&lt;br /&gt;and my cactus AREN'T DYING.&lt;br /&gt;means experiment fail. &lt;br /&gt;time to mug hard. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;the painfulness of this broken love seems to be gone forever in u..&lt;br /&gt;but mine still remains..&lt;br /&gt;and the tears shed have all evaporated ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becos i know i must forget..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-5798893332909079179?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/5798893332909079179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=5798893332909079179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5798893332909079179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/5798893332909079179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2008/02/lll-new-bllog.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-4645982529713397206</id><published>2007-12-27T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T17:34:00.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CRIED SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;01. Have you ever really cried your heart out?&lt;br /&gt;. yeah, i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Have you ever cried on your friend's shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;. nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 . Do you cry when you get an injury?&lt;br /&gt;. dun think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;01. Are you a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;. i think i am (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 . What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;. becos of the fact tt i know tt everyone must enjoy life, becos u never know what would happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Is being happy overrated?&lt;br /&gt;. nope .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 . Can music make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;. some i think. of course sad music doesnt make me happy. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;01. How many times have you been heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;. once minor one, another time is really broken one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 . Anyone besides your friends/family ever said they loved you?&lt;br /&gt;. yes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 . Have you ever told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;. yes, lots. becos one must make use of time to make ppl feel loved. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIP SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;01. single?&lt;br /&gt;. currently? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Are you happy with it?&lt;br /&gt;. yesh, i hope i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Do you have feelings for anyone?&lt;br /&gt;. maybe, maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;01. Who do you actually hate?&lt;br /&gt;. no one , hate doesnt bring one anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Have you ever made a hit list?&lt;br /&gt;. huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Are you a mean bully?&lt;br /&gt;. im nice kay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Have you ever been on a hit list?&lt;br /&gt;. meaning? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF-ESTEEM SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;01. Are you happy with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;. yesh, i am happy for who i am (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you wish you could be someone else?&lt;br /&gt;. nope, the reason why u're born like this is always the same. tt is to make u unique from others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY WEARING:&lt;br /&gt;01. Clothes?&lt;br /&gt;. of course? zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Shorts?&lt;br /&gt;. yeah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Shoes?&lt;br /&gt;. nahhs . i dun wear shoes at home. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Underwear?&lt;br /&gt;. zz. of course lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Necklace?&lt;br /&gt;. nope .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;01. Hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;. yupyup . &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02 . Been on the phone until the sun came up?&lt;br /&gt;. nope . gst increase everything very ex eh. where got so much money? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Put a song on repeat for more than an hour?&lt;br /&gt;. yeap .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;01 . Last person you talked to in person?&lt;br /&gt;. brother i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Person you last talked to online?&lt;br /&gt;. eileen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;. yinghui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Person you talked to on text?&lt;br /&gt;. gan kor. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Person who made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;. dunno eh. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Person you messaged over&lt;br /&gt;Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;. no one, my friendster is dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 . Last time you took a shower?&lt;br /&gt;. todayy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER :&lt;br /&gt;01. What kind of shampoo do u use?&lt;br /&gt;. weird ques. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you get along with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;. yeap, except sometimes. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03 . Do you have mental breakdowns?&lt;br /&gt;. everybody has luhs, unless u're really tt happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-4645982529713397206?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/4645982529713397206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=4645982529713397206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4645982529713397206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/4645982529713397206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2007/12/cried-section-01.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1027639655772528782.post-7504981592997713584</id><published>2007-12-14T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T13:42:46.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im starting to miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/OdhkdDeiEj/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/OdhkdDeiEj/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Way Back Into Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead, &lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed, &lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long, &lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, &lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to move on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away, &lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday, &lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time, &lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love. &lt;br /&gt;I can't make it true without a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine, &lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but i just don't see the signs, &lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there,&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light, &lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night, &lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction, &lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love. &lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love. &lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again, &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end! &lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh, Ooooooh, Ooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real &lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel &lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration &lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love, &lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love, &lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you, &lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do, &lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again, &lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end!&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh. Oooooooh. Ooooooooh. Oooooooh. Ooooooh Ooooooooh. Ooooooooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1027639655772528782-7504981592997713584?l=the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/feeds/7504981592997713584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1027639655772528782&amp;postID=7504981592997713584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7504981592997713584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1027639655772528782/posts/default/7504981592997713584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-used-to-bes.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-starting-to-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>-Janice-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06906018516778789102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
