<?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-6815179012201530257</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:57:33.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeViLiSh AnGeL&lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2347725062722470228</id><published>2009-08-20T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:39:20.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOVED TO &lt;a href="http://our-lovetoken.blogspot.com/"&gt;HTTP://OUR-LOVETOKEN.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;RELINK AND THANK YOUU!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2347725062722470228?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2347725062722470228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2347725062722470228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2347725062722470228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2347725062722470228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/moved-to-httpour-lovetoken.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-6861350283364079189</id><published>2009-08-14T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:31:20.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my usb cable isnt working. ahh. sad. cant upload pics. bt anw, i am setting up a new blog! (: pics wil be uploaded soon! sorry for typing in these weird short phrasfewds. sorery, tyepse too fastgfr. rujshign. ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-6861350283364079189?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6861350283364079189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=6861350283364079189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6861350283364079189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6861350283364079189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-usb-cable-isnt-working.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-1397583693421330656</id><published>2009-08-04T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:08:48.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SneloO_0AQI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/LvcqwjOEbTU/s1600-h/DSC07878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365939591674331394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SneloO_0AQI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/LvcqwjOEbTU/s400/DSC07878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMGG. i am damn sick now):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday, my temperature was like 39.8 okay!! seriously, i got a shock:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i blacked out just now. shit, really feel like dying luh...! :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-1397583693421330656?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1397583693421330656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=1397583693421330656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1397583693421330656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1397583693421330656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/omgg.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SneloO_0AQI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/LvcqwjOEbTU/s72-c/DSC07878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-6781793852801384695</id><published>2009-08-01T21:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:01:03.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGG, TDY WAS FREAKING FUN! actually wanted to study for jap ca that is on monday, bt zhiyan suddenly asked me whether want to go out. hah;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw, went out with ZHIYAN, FANN AND CHARLENE! (: we watched "THE HANGOVER" ! freaking funny can. anw, it was NC16 one, so they asked me go buy the tickets. okay.. nothing to do with looking young or anything. yea, so the person didnt even ask for my ic or anything. dk if that's a good or bad thing luh. :O I ACTED MATURED OKAY!!! then we thought zhiyan couldnt pass into the cinema theatre, so asked her to look down or something. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to spotlight, and super random pics. some more we keep on laughing, no one was looking at all..! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SnRIjSBAn_I/AAAAAAAAA5I/sY9v4wwRprE/s1600-h/P01-08-09_19.58+new"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364992827073798130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SnRIjSBAn_I/AAAAAAAAA5I/sY9v4wwRprE/s400/P01-08-09_19.58+new" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANN DOESNT LOOK WEIRD AT ALL:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SnRJxVwzhhI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/uXZ6XDNe7F4/s1600-h/P01-08-09_20.00%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364994168109368850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SnRJxVwzhhI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/uXZ6XDNe7F4/s400/P01-08-09_20.00%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SnRHo18pOkI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Ba0ry04yyF0/s1600-h/P01-08-09_20.02%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364991823106882114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SnRHo18pOkI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Ba0ry04yyF0/s400/P01-08-09_20.02%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know what to do, so did the classic flower:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SnRHcY7SbmI/AAAAAAAAA44/VOesFEFUNAw/s1600-h/P01-08-09_20.03%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364991609158135394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SnRHcY7SbmI/AAAAAAAAA44/VOesFEFUNAw/s400/P01-08-09_20.03%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-6781793852801384695?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6781793852801384695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=6781793852801384695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6781793852801384695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6781793852801384695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/omgg-tdy-was-freaking-fun-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SnRIjSBAn_I/AAAAAAAAA5I/sY9v4wwRprE/s72-c/P01-08-09_19.58+new' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2202501765616797979</id><published>2009-07-31T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:36:39.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOAH, HAVENT POSTED IN AGES. okay, maybe weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, tdy had guitar handover! and ZHIYAN WAS ACTUALLY IN THE ELECTIONS. omgg, cant believe it. :O but lol, she didnt get any post in the end:x hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the swensens dinner, okay, weird. :O i also dont know what to say here luh. but yea, it was really.. yupp;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, and swensens' TAXES ARE CRAZY. ALMOST 30 BUCKS CAN. can buy lots of things from &lt;a href="http://www.pepsinogen.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.pepsinogen.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; can!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, random picture here. taken in the TOILET OF MOELC thr. and yixiu is damn funny luh. and guess what, I HAVE GIVEN UP ON TAKING SOLO PICS. seriously, trust me! (: GROUP PICS ROCKS! eh eh eh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SnMAr68FWBI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/2D2ywvEqUdY/s1600-h/Image(605).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364632335684032530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SnMAr68FWBI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/2D2ywvEqUdY/s400/Image(605).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2202501765616797979?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2202501765616797979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2202501765616797979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2202501765616797979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2202501765616797979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/07/woah-havent-posted-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SnMAr68FWBI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/2D2ywvEqUdY/s72-c/Image(605).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2776863887907736219</id><published>2009-07-30T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:58:03.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogger is down AGAIN. pics will be uploaded soon:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, tdy went to eat subway! and for a sandwich, it's NOT WORTH IT(: but it was still fun chatting and making myself happy agn(:&lt;br /&gt;tdy, the emo-ness in 3j NEARLY got into me, hah, CHEER UP YOOOOOOO! eeee, just acted cool yo! omg, just acted cool agn yo! okay, cheap thrill here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think my blogshop is like my most valued possesion now, wonder when it'll ever close down la. seriously, it can be like those treasure that gets passed down from generations to generations! okay, will note that brilliant idea down! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, i dont know luh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2776863887907736219?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2776863887907736219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2776863887907736219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2776863887907736219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2776863887907736219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogger-is-down-again.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-7525065835324353673</id><published>2009-07-24T22:44:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:15:18.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnObQLAx1I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/z9WfNp0R0bs/s1600-h/DSC07613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362043798954231634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnObQLAx1I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/z9WfNp0R0bs/s400/DSC07613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to celebrate my mom's bday at.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnOFTKbL9I/AAAAAAAAA4I/hatiJHI9sLk/s1600-h/DSC01771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362043421799952338" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnOFTKbL9I/AAAAAAAAA4I/hatiJHI9sLk/s400/DSC01771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GUITAR ROOM?! heh, you fell for the trick. i knew it!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnNoAYneKI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9tOWWjwdLH4/s1600-h/DSC07522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362042918542997666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnNoAYneKI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9tOWWjwdLH4/s400/DSC07522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my DOMESTIC HELPER's bday present to me. and the eyebrows are actually prawns. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY, BACK TO MAIN POINT. the crystal jade dinner celebration. anw, the food was damn damn damn damn damn nice. the first dish, TOFU. made me freaking shocked. cos it's seriously the nicest tofu i have ever eaten in FIFTEEN YEARS. note that it's not NINETEEN or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnL46r90GI/AAAAAAAAA3o/2NZcO99Zkjo/s1600-h/DSC07662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362041010048061538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnL46r90GI/AAAAAAAAA3o/2NZcO99Zkjo/s400/DSC07662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnLtAPTIII/AAAAAAAAA3g/09IYu_gRN1c/s1600-h/DSC07663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362040805380006018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnLtAPTIII/AAAAAAAAA3g/09IYu_gRN1c/s400/DSC07663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnLbmd9DWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/6lqVo3BDtx0/s1600-h/DSC07665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362040506404375906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnLbmd9DWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/6lqVo3BDtx0/s400/DSC07665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnKUBHX3qI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/LorTHDDtEUQ/s1600-h/DSC07666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362039276606840482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnKUBHX3qI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/LorTHDDtEUQ/s400/DSC07666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnKGp1uXTI/AAAAAAAAA3I/gik8K7opvdQ/s1600-h/DSC07667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362039047020502322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnKGp1uXTI/AAAAAAAAA3I/gik8K7opvdQ/s400/DSC07667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnJYImcNXI/AAAAAAAAA24/7tfhj-W9eNo/s1600-h/DSC07668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362038247824045426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnJYImcNXI/AAAAAAAAA24/7tfhj-W9eNo/s400/DSC07668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and btw, ITOUCH rocks. downloading games now:D and absolute boyfriend rocks! :D 11.30 pm, go watch okay! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-7525065835324353673?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7525065835324353673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=7525065835324353673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7525065835324353673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7525065835324353673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-out-to-celebrate-my-moms-bday-at.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SmnObQLAx1I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/z9WfNp0R0bs/s72-c/DSC07613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-7018948811205555223</id><published>2009-07-23T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:38:21.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGGGG. BLOGGER IS DOWN AGN. CANT UPLOAD PICS. SO ANW, I SET UP A NEW BLOGSHOP, THE OTHER ONE IS STILL ON LA. IT'S JUST A 2ND ONE. LIKE A 2ND SHOP OR SOMETHING. OKAY, GO OKAY!! &lt;a href="http://www.pepsinogen.weebly.com/"&gt;WWW.PEPSINOGEN.WEEBLY.COM&lt;/a&gt; !! SELLING NU REN WO ZUI DA PRODUCTS! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-7018948811205555223?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7018948811205555223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=7018948811205555223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7018948811205555223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7018948811205555223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/07/omgggg.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-1969735437133014658</id><published>2009-07-19T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:30:51.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGG. it's my bday! cant believe it! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, thank you to those who wished me! (: will list ALL of them here soon;D sorry for the wordy post, bt yea. will upload pics soon:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY(18th july) :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated with my mom's side. and apparently, there were 8 july babies if i am not wrong. yupp, so the party was fun la. except for one part tht pissed me off can. the security guards didnt let my yipo and yigong in cos they were driving a LORRY. yea, SOOOO? what's their problem luh. make them feel hurt and discriminated leh. so my mom, AT HER USUAL BRAVE SELF, went to complain! (: as i wanted to kan hao xi, ran to the front gate, but they were not there, so ran all the way to the back gate there. and if you dont know how long it is. um, maybe around the whole spore? haha, jking la, bt it was damn tiring, bt worthwhile:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY( 19th july): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for hiphop as usual. and i cnt believe it, bt one of my friends thr actually rmbered my bday!! and i told her like a few months ago luh.  so they sang happy bday song for me loud loud at macs. seriously, it wasnt embarassing at all:O yea, not at all. not at all.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FINALLY GOT AN ITOUCH!! :DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downloading stuff in now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-1969735437133014658?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1969735437133014658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=1969735437133014658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1969735437133014658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1969735437133014658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/07/omgg_19.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-6175204006067197244</id><published>2009-07-15T15:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:58:20.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sl2LaGnI0TI/AAAAAAAAA2o/fO1JT_GGamY/s1600-h/DSC07153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358592412208386354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sl2LaGnI0TI/AAAAAAAAA2o/fO1JT_GGamY/s400/DSC07153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sl2LtGFpGOI/AAAAAAAAA2w/G6zTtNJQsXE/s1600-h/DSC07225.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;omgg. i just screwed up O LEVEL CHINESE ORAL. seriously, just read what i said. can die alr luh. and everything stated is 100% true! still cant believe i said those stufff luh:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;老师: 报章报道, 理工学院对学生的服装比较严格, 对于这则新闻,谈谈你的看法.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, the first part actually was quite okay for me. until the 2nd half of the oral!!! so shall just state the 2nd part of the oral. and btw, the super stern teacher laughed at me when i said tht can. the other teacher was smiling all the way. oh well, maybe it's just my face.(: oh , and do take note that i hate no idea tht 理工学院 was poly, i thought it was JC!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;我: 我现在所知道的是, 理工学院的裙子比我们中学生的短. 可是,我觉得这是可以接受的. 因为, 他们已经长大了, 应该有自己的空间. 如果叫他们穿得像小学生一样,对他们来说, 是一个很羞耻的事情. 可是, 我们也不能把校服穿得很不整齐, 我们毕竟是东方人, 我们应该有中国人的... ...(pauses for damn damn damn long time cos i didnt knw what to say. and i just had to blurt out..) 衣服.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHH. just kill me now or something. i am so dead can. O LEVELS!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-6175204006067197244?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6175204006067197244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=6175204006067197244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6175204006067197244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6175204006067197244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/07/omgg.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sl2LaGnI0TI/AAAAAAAAA2o/fO1JT_GGamY/s72-c/DSC07153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-4899868081112972389</id><published>2009-07-08T18:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:34:51.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, a short post cos i havent posted for qutie a while and blogger had some problems, then couldnt upload pics. yupp(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SlR09-qgM1I/AAAAAAAAA14/VxKL-qmT1iU/s1600-h/DSC06845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356034464992473938" style="WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SlR09-qgM1I/AAAAAAAAA14/VxKL-qmT1iU/s400/DSC06845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SlR0rspP-QI/AAAAAAAAA1w/VFv8iJnaKTs/s1600-h/DSC07070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356034150917732610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SlR0rspP-QI/AAAAAAAAA1w/VFv8iJnaKTs/s400/DSC07070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SlR0J1ruJ_I/AAAAAAAAA1o/WiA5qQZIC8M/s1600-h/DSC07039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356033569228466162" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SlR0J1ruJ_I/AAAAAAAAA1o/WiA5qQZIC8M/s400/DSC07039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my accomplishment of the day(: the pic looks damn nice okay:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SlRzu1TTOsI/AAAAAAAAA1g/oOLsAIqWh2I/s1600-h/DSC06867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356033105269570242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SlRzu1TTOsI/AAAAAAAAA1g/oOLsAIqWh2I/s400/DSC06867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;debby and xinying at my house downstairs's thaipan. doing project:D but couldnt resist hunger! :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-4899868081112972389?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4899868081112972389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=4899868081112972389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4899868081112972389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4899868081112972389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-short-post-cos-i-havent-posted-for.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SlR09-qgM1I/AAAAAAAAA14/VxKL-qmT1iU/s72-c/DSC06845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2881665026577001955</id><published>2009-07-02T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:13:55.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgggggggggggggggggg. i am dying. was trying to talk to the taiwan supplier. and i nearly died. didnt knw my chinese was tht bad okay. seriously. anw, here are soem words you can try to guess, my supplier used it:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;北鼻: i thought it was some super cheem word.or something like north nose. but in the end it turned out to be baby. okay.. not weird at all. took me ages to figure out can.&lt;br /&gt;水水: she calls me that. think it's customer or something. weird weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i submitted the orders 5 times cos i didnt knw that was the submit order button. like wth, didnt knw my chinese tht bad leh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to watch i love you, man now:D yay,!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2881665026577001955?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2881665026577001955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2881665026577001955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2881665026577001955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2881665026577001955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/07/omgggggggggggggggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-9001212597687936392</id><published>2009-06-27T12:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:51:25.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with my babyhood friends agn! (: lol, it's like we meet once every holiday luh:D&lt;br /&gt;so we went mount faber's safra? then we bowled thr, sang karaoke at some weird disco-alike place. weird. anw, it was damn fun. our moms were like crazy can. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SkWiB-i1AnI/AAAAAAAAA0I/jE2gW-kvc1Q/s1600-h/Smilez467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351861887052350066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SkWiB-i1AnI/AAAAAAAAA0I/jE2gW-kvc1Q/s400/Smilez467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont say i look the oldest down thr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SkWhT36jvYI/AAAAAAAAA0A/WorBMhX_Gwk/s1600-h/Smilez445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351861094998850946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SkWhT36jvYI/AAAAAAAAA0A/WorBMhX_Gwk/s400/Smilez445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised tht i am in love with blings! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SkWhMoYdHUI/AAAAAAAAAz4/4Ag6TgrxiIQ/s1600-h/Smilez444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351860970570194242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SkWhMoYdHUI/AAAAAAAAAz4/4Ag6TgrxiIQ/s400/Smilez444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SkWgZr5cTtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/9RbJCB2mJPA/s1600-h/Smilez429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351860095340531410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SkWgZr5cTtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/9RbJCB2mJPA/s400/Smilez429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SkWfrdWBTtI/AAAAAAAAAzo/o2vPrdS3HV0/s1600-h/DSC06787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351859301159882450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SkWfrdWBTtI/AAAAAAAAAzo/o2vPrdS3HV0/s400/DSC06787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my sis is looking through my blogshop now. worse, the queen party spree. it's like she thinks tht she's 18 or something, and cant wait to get all her clubbing clothes. and the most irritating part, she keeps asking me how to read the chinese words in the taiwan sprees, and do i really look like i understand? lol. okay, she's measuring all her things now. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yesterday, tricia, debby and xy came to my hse to do project. then we were using the measuring tape too to measure! hah, sshhh..(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-9001212597687936392?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9001212597687936392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=9001212597687936392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/9001212597687936392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/9001212597687936392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/06/went-out-with-my-babyhood-friends-agn.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SkWiB-i1AnI/AAAAAAAAA0I/jE2gW-kvc1Q/s72-c/Smilez467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-594133071736567974</id><published>2009-06-19T13:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:43:30.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some pics frm the june holidays(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjsk8ZoNO9I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GOVLV3WZldQ/s1600-h/DSC06288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348909602522872786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjsk8ZoNO9I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GOVLV3WZldQ/s400/DSC06288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjskkXdDAlI/AAAAAAAAAzI/CXh1zZOIR20/s1600-h/DSC05921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348909189622334034" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjskkXdDAlI/AAAAAAAAAzI/CXh1zZOIR20/s400/DSC05921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjsjuo_VUOI/AAAAAAAAAzA/i00vCz5b0Lc/s1600-h/P030609_12.15%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908266616606946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjsjuo_VUOI/AAAAAAAAAzA/i00vCz5b0Lc/s400/P030609_12.15%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjsjfpk3myI/AAAAAAAAAy4/KstMfVfUWa4/s1600-h/DSC05740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348908009076005666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjsjfpk3myI/AAAAAAAAAy4/KstMfVfUWa4/s400/DSC05740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsjOje4rqI/AAAAAAAAAyw/5Cub232_jTI/s1600-h/DSC05739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348907715382521506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsjOje4rqI/AAAAAAAAAyw/5Cub232_jTI/s400/DSC05739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjsi47hjHQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/trfgEpMCISQ/s1600-h/DSC05738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348907343879019778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjsi47hjHQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/trfgEpMCISQ/s400/DSC05738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjsinb4U8-I/AAAAAAAAAyg/uT7x3b2_Wm4/s1600-h/DSC05737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348907043326850018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjsinb4U8-I/AAAAAAAAAyg/uT7x3b2_Wm4/s400/DSC05737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-594133071736567974?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/594133071736567974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=594133071736567974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/594133071736567974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/594133071736567974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-pics-frm-june-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjsk8ZoNO9I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GOVLV3WZldQ/s72-c/DSC06288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8976867702680996136</id><published>2009-06-18T10:14:00.040+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:19:58.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM BACK FRM MALAYSIA, GENTING! :D&lt;br /&gt;and i look really weird in some pics cos i wash my hair at night, thn never wash in the morning. so yea, morning hair! D: and i was wearing specs on some day. okok, better dont go on and on cos there wont be an end(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsJlx6ZbNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/PSfiFimjmfw/s1600-h/DSC06498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348879527090678994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsJlx6ZbNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/PSfiFimjmfw/s400/DSC06498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to DESARU. a bitchy place. eh wait, i meant beachy place. okay, so we stayed in a suite cos there were no other rooms available and i didnt wanna sleep on the bitch. eh wait, BEACH. okay, this is confusing:O so yea, the room had TWO FLOORS but the furniture were really old. anw, there was THE SUITE LIFE OF ZACK AND CODY on disneychannel. hahaha, damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsJOIl9WdI/AAAAAAAAAxo/zEDdpK3TaOg/s1600-h/DSC06471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348879120862108114" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsJOIl9WdI/AAAAAAAAAxo/zEDdpK3TaOg/s400/DSC06471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the car, driving to desaru. nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmyU0NsjQI/AAAAAAAAAxg/C0xdJhsiwto/s1600-h/P6130013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348502103162391810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmyU0NsjQI/AAAAAAAAAxg/C0xdJhsiwto/s400/P6130013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparing to go into the beach. heh, got it correct this time(: cos the papa dog was barking at me. okayokay, if you didnt get that part, i totally understand. but if you do, pls sms, call, email, msn, tag me! cos if you really do, you're actually as smart as me, which is something that happens really occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjmx8_GmDwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/bj1FsnZgmU4/s1600-h/P6130023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348501693768535810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjmx8_GmDwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/bj1FsnZgmU4/s400/P6130023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beach. CHEEZ! oh and btw, i have really really really really UNGLAM pics in here okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmxjRvw90I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/oQlZQTtVoMo/s1600-h/P6130024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348501252096456514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmxjRvw90I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/oQlZQTtVoMo/s400/P6130024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the camera just had to snap when a super big wave came in. thanks luh. see our facial expressions, damn weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjmw_qTO0AI/AAAAAAAAAxI/k_rlTTZZPyE/s1600-h/P6130032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348500640212373506" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjmw_qTO0AI/AAAAAAAAAxI/k_rlTTZZPyE/s400/P6130032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another CHEEZ. oh, and the seawater was damn salty. i was worried that it would change the water potential of my cells, so didnt stay too long. omg, i am crenating...eh wait, is it crenating or bursting ah. oh shit, this is reminding me of all the homework:OOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjmwkju1iJI/AAAAAAAAAxA/vCPRkRzKSLM/s1600-h/P6130040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348500174592641170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjmwkju1iJI/AAAAAAAAAxA/vCPRkRzKSLM/s400/P6130040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was a children slide at the pool nearby. my sister just loves posing can. and i just realised that she's WHITE. cos i saw her glowing in the dark on the bbq night. i was damn shocked luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and i tried the slide too. hey, i am still a child luh. i look YOUNG! :D anw, my dad went to try too. and he wanted to act cool. so he slide down in the superman pose. first time, he said he sprained his back. then after awhile, he wanted to try agn. this time he did the stupid superman pose agn. and knocked his lips on some thing, and it BLED! eeew. so lesson learnt: never try to be a superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmwLZYsKjI/AAAAAAAAAw4/-4gV2TtB4kI/s1600-h/P6140074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348499742318668338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmwLZYsKjI/AAAAAAAAAw4/-4gV2TtB4kI/s400/P6140074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMP SHOT! look like some crazy woman luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2nd day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmveY4BZfI/AAAAAAAAAww/ELR4bZVMskI/s1600-h/P6150079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348498969087534578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmveY4BZfI/AAAAAAAAAww/ELR4bZVMskI/s400/P6150079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6am to watch SUNRISE/MOONSET. did another jumpshot. omgomgomgomg, we really do look like ever crazier people here. dk why i have tht weird expression whenever i jump. i guess tht's why no one likes to play hopscotch with me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmvD9Fyl2I/AAAAAAAAAwo/3o0LSu2jaSk/s1600-h/P6150091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348498514952492898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmvD9Fyl2I/AAAAAAAAAwo/3o0LSu2jaSk/s400/P6150091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was too cloudy. so i guess it was SUNRAYSRISE for us that day;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, then we proceeded to ROMPING. this time, it's even more kua zhang okay. there were not many rooms left, so we had to take a VILLA. okay, werid. seriously weird. anw, the villa was freaking big. a little crazy can. there was a kitchen, living room, two bedroom, two big bathrooms, dont know what area. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3rd day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsY2GqPdBI/AAAAAAAAAx4/_uMZkY1RXVE/s1600-h/DSC06572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348896300212384786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsY2GqPdBI/AAAAAAAAAx4/_uMZkY1RXVE/s400/DSC06572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove up to genting! and believe it or not. every single hotel was fully booked. so only left the hotel, called MAXIM SUITE. okay, firstly, what's with maxim. was wondering if they would actually provide the magazine MAXIMS luh. and secondly, SUITE. act high-class. yea, that was my first impression. and my second point got proven when they directed us to this WAITING AREA. cos the other waiting area was for people above 18. WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjmuc95Kl5I/AAAAAAAAAwg/md8uu7PVw5M/s1600-h/P6150118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348497845153077138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjmuc95Kl5I/AAAAAAAAAwg/md8uu7PVw5M/s400/P6150118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, the suite was FREAKING CHIO! the bath tub:D we took the basic suite cos the rest, aiya, really cant afford. i clearly remembered that the most ex suite, ROYAL SUITE, was....S$12083 per night!!! crazy luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsZgzkPgyI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/4VvcEkp6E0Q/s1600-h/DSC06583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348897033821324066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsZgzkPgyI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/4VvcEkp6E0Q/s400/DSC06583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsaLrhGt_I/AAAAAAAAAyY/5vXZGDNUG1Q/s1600-h/DSC06580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348897770395056114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsaLrhGt_I/AAAAAAAAAyY/5vXZGDNUG1Q/s400/DSC06580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsZTaQw1HI/AAAAAAAAAyI/GnYQiMfdJFU/s1600-h/DSC06579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348896803690435698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsZTaQw1HI/AAAAAAAAAyI/GnYQiMfdJFU/s400/DSC06579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guessed the money was worth it, cos there were free food and a super high-class coffee making thing in our hotel! heh, we ate everything:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmuGf7GLCI/AAAAAAAAAwY/VjVtMnOH_GQ/s1600-h/P6150119.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsZDmUq92I/AAAAAAAAAyA/-5FfATBLTu4/s1600-h/DSC06573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348896532050147170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsZDmUq92I/AAAAAAAAAyA/-5FfATBLTu4/s400/DSC06573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beds were damn comfy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmtxSjyUsI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/3q_DTz8mkvY/s1600-h/P6150120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348497094786306754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmtxSjyUsI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/3q_DTz8mkvY/s400/P6150120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was free internet access too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmtcskcfrI/AAAAAAAAAwI/xT22q21EMIY/s1600-h/P6150122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348496740991139506" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmtcskcfrI/AAAAAAAAAwI/xT22q21EMIY/s400/P6150122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even the lift was nice too! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmtCXwaCPI/AAAAAAAAAwA/R6OGs4TXHGs/s1600-h/P6150146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348496288727566578" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmtCXwaCPI/AAAAAAAAAwA/R6OGs4TXHGs/s400/P6150146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the indoor theme park at genting. only me and my sister. so it was like i was helping her to take pics all day long. cos she really cant snap a picture without shaking the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmsyTSuIsI/AAAAAAAAAv4/gqLCGt5EIHA/s1600-h/P6150156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348496012651406018" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmsyTSuIsI/AAAAAAAAAv4/gqLCGt5EIHA/s400/P6150156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we found GIRLS. and the stuff at MALAYSIA are all HALF-PRICE! :D oh, and i bought makeup products frm thr. damn cheap. the LOREAL PEARL FOUNDATION cost 20, whereas in spore, it's 30.90! crazy can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4th day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmsEUxQO7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/iPFBym769SI/s1600-h/P6160166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348495222773922738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmsEUxQO7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/iPFBym769SI/s400/P6160166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checking out of MAXIM SUITE. and see! even their lobby is chio&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjmri9kNSPI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Nw53K1f3-bk/s1600-h/P6160171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348494649609505010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sjmri9kNSPI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Nw53K1f3-bk/s400/P6160171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTDOOR THEME PARK! my long awaited destination! (: i really love rides like crazy! it's like when i see them, think of them, talk about them, i'll just go crazy luh. anw, the SPINNER. there, i am right thr. spot me if you can(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmrCPXcRAI/AAAAAAAAAvg/3Uo0noIUBOQ/s1600-h/P6160170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348494087452115970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmrCPXcRAI/AAAAAAAAAvg/3Uo0noIUBOQ/s400/P6160170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmqjQvTwrI/AAAAAAAAAvY/mMzBIsLFo2Q/s1600-h/P6160194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348493555244712626" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmqjQvTwrI/AAAAAAAAAvY/mMzBIsLFo2Q/s400/P6160194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, my most accomplished ride for the day. my 3rd time on spaceshot. and this time, ALL BY MYSELF. cos my parents said tht their hearts are too weak. well, good excuse, cos i actually gave in to them. and hello, that's me at the top thr. and it's like you'll go down that whole tower at a super super high speed that might actually kill if you had a weak heart. and fyi, tht's not the whole lenght of the tower. the camera couldnt fit the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmpzeDVZgI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Nm94p101Nkc/s1600-h/P6160199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348492734184646146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmpzeDVZgI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Nm94p101Nkc/s400/P6160199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgogm, DONE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmpebYIYmI/AAAAAAAAAvI/IwOCIOj0JH4/s1600-h/P6160209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348492372689314402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmpebYIYmI/AAAAAAAAAvI/IwOCIOj0JH4/s400/P6160209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we played carnival games. you have to throw a coin and if it enters any of the circle exactly(a bit out also cannot), you get a prize. and MY SIS ACTUALLY GOT IT! :D and we saw zheng ge ping and his wife. those two beside us are their kids. zheng ge ping is that guy in the ping pang yuan, then act as ah wu's dad that one. and his wife is the crazy woman in the show ULTIMATUM. yea, cant believe it. and we saw huang wen yong too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmpCW-SlpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/LDk7vTWPTnw/s1600-h/P6160215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348491890470852242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmpCW-SlpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/LDk7vTWPTnw/s400/P6160215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there was this chocolate house. oh, and i bought chocolates for you all! heh. but dont know whether there's enough to go round. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed at a TEMPLE that night. cos it was cheap. 70 ringget per night. there were moths all around. ! but actually the place was kinda nice, super peaceful. but there were bed bugs, my legs are still itching like crazy now okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5th DAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmkzsWlZVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/M5oRX0TWoN4/s1600-h/P6170246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348487240465343826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmkzsWlZVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/M5oRX0TWoN4/s400/P6170246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning. at the temple outside thr. super nice scenary(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmkYBYEF9I/AAAAAAAAAug/2HDQonuZcU0/s1600-h/P6170249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348486765072357330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmkYBYEF9I/AAAAAAAAAug/2HDQonuZcU0/s400/P6170249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, funny:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmjqRfyNUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3i7CgMpM5WQ/s1600-h/P6170253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348485979125724482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjmjqRfyNUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3i7CgMpM5WQ/s400/P6170253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8976867702680996136?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8976867702680996136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8976867702680996136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8976867702680996136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8976867702680996136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-back-frm-malaysia-genting-d-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjsJlx6ZbNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/PSfiFimjmfw/s72-c/DSC06498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-1301664325023407063</id><published>2009-06-12T22:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:36:27.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjJjgT5I-5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/gRnZnv8bOow/s1600-h/DSC05819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346445114389101458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjJjgT5I-5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/gRnZnv8bOow/s400/DSC05819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjJiL-pz0pI/AAAAAAAAAtw/KymZXVzqN9w/s1600-h/DSC03534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346443665578644114" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjJiL-pz0pI/AAAAAAAAAtw/KymZXVzqN9w/s400/DSC03534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg, my parents are super super random. just called the guiness world record for the world's most random parents. okay, that didnt really seem convincing huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*dad comes home at around 9pm*&lt;br /&gt;DAD: hey, let's drive in to malaysia thn genting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUM: oh cool, let's go! tmr morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOY: what!!? that's like in about 10 hours time. i havent even packed okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, that's the main point. so yea, i'm leaving singapore. super super random. and one thing,, my blog is dying! D: can believe it. cos i am so occupied with my blogshop that i have been neglecting my blog! aiya, will try to post more often. lol. and omg, i have started using lol!! cant believe it! lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, gotta go pack luggage. byebye:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you're the first one who saw me in tht;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-1301664325023407063?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1301664325023407063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=1301664325023407063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1301664325023407063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1301664325023407063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-my-parents-are-super-super-random.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SjJjgT5I-5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/gRnZnv8bOow/s72-c/DSC05819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8233872656026816060</id><published>2009-06-07T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:57:03.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihihihihi! i am in a good mood today!&lt;br /&gt;firstly, my dad has taken an interest in zilian-ing(:&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i have updated my blogshop. and i'm now selling bags, shoes and new clothes at prices less than 20! well, generally. not trying to advertise my blogshop here or anything.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i have orders!! :D omg, seriously, happy!&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, i am not in a bad mood. okay, not running out of reasons or anything.&lt;br /&gt;fifthly, my dad is not paying minesweeper anymore:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, the first week of holidays is officially over. and i really have been very busy luh, went out like every single day can. pics will be up soon when i am in a bad mood. okay, makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, i should have been:&lt;br /&gt;1) packing my luggage now&lt;br /&gt;2) getting ready to go the airpot now for the world's most amazing place&lt;br /&gt;3) feeling damn excited cos i am going to HAWAII to buy lotsa stuff and the beaches thr are even cooler. much cooler than east coast park or pasir ris park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wl, thanks to SWINE!!! thanks luh. thanks luh. just die off okay. anw, i think tht i am going to japan. hoping to get quarantined when i get back frm the trip, so can miss school. heh, feel so smart. okay, going to go online shopping. addictive luh. heyy, and if you have time, do go to &lt;a href="http://www.pepsinogen.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.pepsinogen.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; okay(: thanks:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8233872656026816060?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8233872656026816060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8233872656026816060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8233872656026816060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8233872656026816060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/06/hihihihihi-i-am-in-good-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-4683288695517147636</id><published>2009-05-30T21:05:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:29:58.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom went for ptc. and i would want to say a BIG THANKS TO MR NEO FOR WHAT HE HAS SAID ABOUT ME. the following is what my mom told me.&lt;br /&gt;1) he said that when i dont know what is going on in class, i dont do anything. i just sit thr and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;2) he said that i DONT BOTHER to ask when i dont understand. (hello, you can see through my brain and knw tht i dont understand ah.)&lt;br /&gt;3) he said that i have no initiative to ask.&lt;br /&gt;4) then my mom asked him, " is the majority of the class like this?" he went, NO.&lt;br /&gt;5) when he asked for my mark, my mom was like " i think she got 70 plus". and he was shocked. hello, it's 80 plus. heh.&lt;br /&gt;6) he said that i am a lovely student to teach. go home luh, change so fast, you stupid.&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, he sucks. truthfully, i felt freaking pissed and hurt, cos it is like accusation of something that i didnt do okay. other than the SOMETIMES dont know what is going on in class part luh. but hey, i still study for tests and everything okay. i KNOW what is going on, you stupid. fortunately, i have a nice and cool mum(: heh, she likes to be associated with the adjective cool. so yea, my COOL mum trusted me. wondering now if he actually has any thing against me. my mom was like " i also dont really like him. i was so tempted to tell him that it was because he is not engaging, can tell." wl, when i talk about this, my blood just boils through my aorta luh. hah, that's the only blood vessel i can rmber, so dont think that i am really tht pro or anything. AHH! shit, i am in bad mood now. anw, the pics are all not edited. cos yea, i am in a bad mood. that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE8rpaTgkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5oBuPrUfhAA/s1600-h/DSC05210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341617353586344514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE8rpaTgkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5oBuPrUfhAA/s400/DSC05210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT SUNGEI BULOH. perspired like some crazy pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE8M6BRsuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/2BD9KWQcoD0/s1600-h/DSC05240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341616825468826338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE8M6BRsuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/2BD9KWQcoD0/s400/DSC05240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE759au5pI/AAAAAAAAAso/YYoQO0bgyxA/s1600-h/DSC05243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341616499963389586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE759au5pI/AAAAAAAAAso/YYoQO0bgyxA/s400/DSC05243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE7ajg-0OI/AAAAAAAAAsg/I8EXl0SWM78/s1600-h/DSC05289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341615960434331874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE7ajg-0OI/AAAAAAAAAsg/I8EXl0SWM78/s400/DSC05289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE7KVrv-cI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ncLxLyEcxEM/s1600-h/DSC05295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341615681843493314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE7KVrv-cI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ncLxLyEcxEM/s400/DSC05295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE65J5dZ9I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/W3OVOQlpeF0/s1600-h/DSC05301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341615386621994962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE65J5dZ9I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/W3OVOQlpeF0/s400/DSC05301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE6meaeZXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/8Mr5o5J3XIk/s1600-h/DSC05309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341615065711666546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE6meaeZXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/8Mr5o5J3XIk/s400/DSC05309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE6HUVYGrI/AAAAAAAAAsA/lvwTlJzFxAo/s1600-h/DSC05329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341614530429983410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE6HUVYGrI/AAAAAAAAAsA/lvwTlJzFxAo/s400/DSC05329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE5hRsmakI/AAAAAAAAAr4/J3NEuyD6KSg/s1600-h/DSC05402.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE4TuwIJSI/AAAAAAAAAro/X1hdFlsT6QI/s1600-h/DSC05410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341612544656680226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE4TuwIJSI/AAAAAAAAAro/X1hdFlsT6QI/s400/DSC05410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went macs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY, LAST DAY OF THE TERM! was so tempted to type last day of my entire school life. ;D anw, left school earlier to help.. USHER CARS. uh yea, you can laugh at me for that. i surrender. i actually volunteered to go help out at MOELC, my jap school, cos i thought that the friday would be a friday with guitar, thn can pon. heh, but in the end, it's the LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. okay luh, still quite memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before going to MOELC, zhiyan and i went to buy KFC's daily snackers. cos we guessed that the lunch they would be providing would be awful. but hey, it's more like YEARLY SNACKERS. it kept me full for a year luh. oh wait, not really, but yea, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiEzTAywv7I/AAAAAAAAArg/-l5bri2DoQk/s1600-h/DSC05546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341607034761559986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiEzTAywv7I/AAAAAAAAArg/-l5bri2DoQk/s400/DSC05546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, just my luck. that's the lunch they provided. and let me tell you, it's FREAKING FREAKING FREAKING NICE! (: the fried rice, nugget(the half eaten one) and rest were damn yummy! but only problem, i was too full to actually stuff all that stupid food down my stomach, or should i say my gut. not trying to act cheem or anything. so yea, KFC was a total regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiEysmclCMI/AAAAAAAAArY/q-Qn_MrAWcI/s1600-h/DSC05574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341606374854166722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiEysmclCMI/AAAAAAAAArY/q-Qn_MrAWcI/s400/DSC05574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole ushering thing that killed my legs for 1.5 hours, we were about to go home. and some canteen aunties came to ask us if we wanted to eat the BUFFET there. and omg, i really mean BUFFET. yes, TALL-CLASS FOOD. tall is higher than high. and that. THAT. is the tastiest cheesecake i have ever tasted. seriously, but too bad. i only took one. cos of the STUPID KFC THAT MADE ME SO EVER FULL. anw, i have decided to hate KFC for one week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiEyXF37HaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6vRPfmz43jU/s1600-h/DSC05571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341606005333237154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiEyXF37HaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6vRPfmz43jU/s400/DSC05571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole long table were filled with such food. and note that round plate with all the different types of sushi. i took one and tried dipping it in the cream sauce of the sausages. and, i hope no one saw it. btw, the cream sauce was damn nice too! so zhiyan and i both felt that we were in heaven. and did i mention that they were playing some ballroom classical music that made me feel like the queen of the nation? hah, seriously, that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiEx9q3efaI/AAAAAAAAArI/L4ezz_kRDeU/s1600-h/DSC05549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341605568586874274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiEx9q3efaI/AAAAAAAAArI/L4ezz_kRDeU/s400/DSC05549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you.YOU.YOU! you must be wondering what the tiny dot is right. it's zhiyan with the yellow umbrella provided by MOELC. see, the foreign teachers are much better than the local ones. anw, we had to stand in the ITE carpark to direct cars. and the ITE students were laughing at us. cos of our yellow umbrellas? and ONE MALAY GUY ASKED ZHIYAN FOR HER NAME! and she said fatimah. okay, the fatimah part is fake. and no offence to anyone out thr with that name. oh, and i made friends with the security guard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiExqvWNa_I/AAAAAAAAArA/leo6SytQews/s1600-h/Image(564)+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341605243372006386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiExqvWNa_I/AAAAAAAAArA/leo6SytQews/s400/Image(564)+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went in to the auditorium aft ushering the cars for the prize presentation ceremony. and dont get me wrong, we didnt go thr to get any prize, we just sat thr to get the aircon. heh. smart. i am smart! ;D so apparently, we didnt understand a single word the people were speaking, cos they were talking in french, german and jap. and the guy who spoke in jap thought he funny. he said: "MY JAP WAS SO GOOD THAT I THOUGHT THAT I WAS A NINJA IN MY PAST LIFE" oh btw, i was reading the english translation. and this pic is a candid shot luh. dont know why we started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiExVKLb4yI/AAAAAAAAAq4/xqa1KsPbuOs/s1600-h/Image(561)+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341604872617452322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiExVKLb4yI/AAAAAAAAAq4/xqa1KsPbuOs/s400/Image(561)+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people are bored, they often do NOT behave like themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-4683288695517147636?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4683288695517147636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=4683288695517147636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4683288695517147636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4683288695517147636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-mom-went-for-ptc.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SiE8rpaTgkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5oBuPrUfhAA/s72-c/DSC05210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-885551766351506529</id><published>2009-05-23T14:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:30:58.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay! continued from the previous day. anw, tdy was fun, at least i laughed a lot agn. and btw, yixiu said tht i have wrinkles when i laugh leh. freaking sad. all thanks to my weird genes of laughing every day in school, like since nursery luh. and when i laugh, it's those uncontrollable type okay. note to self: do not laugh anymore in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt post for more than a week alr. anw, all these pics are unedited, except one. hah. simply for one reason, my brain tells me so(: heh, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShuiMgr7NpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/nTvOs438YUk/s1600-h/DSC04501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShuiMgr7NpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/nTvOs438YUk/s400/DSC04501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340040118994155154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for hiphop class. and seriously, i kinda hate what i wear thr luh. it's like a tshirt and long pants. and if i so happened to act cool on that day(which is really really seldom), i will roll one side up. okay, that's so not me. i dont do any alterations to my clothes that way. but doing something to ahs skirt is something different. okay, so going back to the point, shorts seriously dont work out well for hiphop. aiya, also dont know why luh. shit, beginning to whine all over agn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Shuht9fornI/AAAAAAAAAqo/U9l3YP7eR6o/s1600-h/DSC04523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Shuht9fornI/AAAAAAAAAqo/U9l3YP7eR6o/s400/DSC04523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340039594151292530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went subway with my sis before the class started. subway cookies rocks! and thr, it is evident frm my sister's expression. hah, funny. oh wait, i should stop saying heh, funny.. cos i laugh when i do that. and if you still rmber what you read earlier on, i am NOT supposed to laugh anymore. yea, so heh, not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Shuhenr-UHI/AAAAAAAAAqg/3YyWvCMVgtw/s1600-h/DSC04795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Shuhenr-UHI/AAAAAAAAAqg/3YyWvCMVgtw/s400/DSC04795.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340039330599424114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis with crys and pine. came home damn late cos crys didnt dare to take mrt alone. wl, so i had to take mrt thn bus thn can go home. seriously. anw, met some gangster looking people on the bus. wl, i was damn freaked out. truthfully, i think that i am scared of almost everything luh. i am even afraid of the bangladesh(sp?) workers. so came home, damn tired, thn decided to take this random shot. heh, NOT funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Shufb1_9qvI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/GYkGc1XPkKs/s1600-h/DSC04905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Shufb1_9qvI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/GYkGc1XPkKs/s400/DSC04905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340037083878501106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShufQLAfLYI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Sf3HUDBlvIg/s1600-h/DSC04912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShufQLAfLYI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Sf3HUDBlvIg/s400/DSC04912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340036883359411586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to look at houses, think i am gonna shift house if my dad becomes the next president. oh wait a minute, isnt that impossible alr? okay, back to subject, went to see this 3.4million semi-detached. and omg, it's freaking freaking freaking(add as many freaking as you want) GORGEOUS AND AMAZING AND FABULOUS AND FANTASTIC! in other words, my dream house! &lt;3 so when the property agent wasnt looking, my sis and i were taking pics. hah, cheap thrill(: ! first one is the bathroom, second one is just like a freaking small deserted corner of the freaking big house. i swear that if i ever own that house, i will invite the whole of singapore for a house-warming party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShuebZPBo2I/AAAAAAAAAqA/1IfBi7fHvfU/s1600-h/DSC04928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShuebZPBo2I/AAAAAAAAAqA/1IfBi7fHvfU/s400/DSC04928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340035976645419874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShueJNfsldI/AAAAAAAAAp4/jIIZ0TOXu9k/s1600-h/DSC04933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShueJNfsldI/AAAAAAAAAp4/jIIZ0TOXu9k/s400/DSC04933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340035664256472530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to marina barrage during the weekends. also dont know for what. my dad was like, "hey, let's go marina barrage." and dont make me think of what happened the other time i went thr. i nearly died. anw, thr was this organic tree, thn my sis was posing thr. yea, wasnt embarassing at all as compared to what my mom did. she just stood at every corner of the organic tree and thn started zilianing like she was the only one in the world. oh, and that's me above. and i dont look like a ghost at all. yea, seriously, NOT AT ALL. heh, not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Shudkq_X-qI/AAAAAAAAApw/KsHvDADDX8g/s1600-h/DSC04935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Shudkq_X-qI/AAAAAAAAApw/KsHvDADDX8g/s400/DSC04935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340035036518808226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still at marina barrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShudFTaNszI/AAAAAAAAApo/eYCCWXcC4Nc/s1600-h/DSC04992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShudFTaNszI/AAAAAAAAApo/eYCCWXcC4Nc/s400/DSC04992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340034497612985138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still at marina barrage. then saw this anime person. was kinda shocked. i thought it was some alien from mars that had pink hair. cos mars wasnt supposed to be living right? it's a chocolate what. anw, turned out that she was frm jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Shuc9h3UeKI/AAAAAAAAApg/nZilxKNPuEM/s1600-h/DSC05015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Shuc9h3UeKI/AAAAAAAAApg/nZilxKNPuEM/s400/DSC05015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340034364054206626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what i am wearing, a T SHIRT. yea, on the way to hiphop agn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Shucfg_DsyI/AAAAAAAAApQ/YNw-xzc0_yo/s1600-h/DSC05082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Shucfg_DsyI/AAAAAAAAApQ/YNw-xzc0_yo/s400/DSC05082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340033848422150946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my super glam photo. and an even more glam photo of alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShucUucy86I/AAAAAAAAApI/ZIj98C4SzFM/s1600-h/DSC05085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShucUucy86I/AAAAAAAAApI/ZIj98C4SzFM/s400/DSC05085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340033663057982370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in class then nothing to do. it's not like i really want to take a picture of alicia okay. haha, just kidding luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShucJotZcAI/AAAAAAAAApA/lZ-Xv_lXNVc/s1600-h/DSC05093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShucJotZcAI/AAAAAAAAApA/lZ-Xv_lXNVc/s400/DSC05093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340033472538439682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; i tell myself over and over again that it is not worth to get my eyes swollen for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-885551766351506529?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/885551766351506529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=885551766351506529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/885551766351506529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/885551766351506529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-tell-myself-over-and-over-again-that.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShuiMgr7NpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/nTvOs438YUk/s72-c/DSC04501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-6633765683618602981</id><published>2009-05-16T21:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:50:03.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay! continued from the other day! anw, i love my life after exams. i finally feel that i have a life! like since the day i was born luh. heh, funny. anw, all these pics are before exams. see, got pimple breakout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFl6XufSaI/AAAAAAAAAow/yxLX76asAZU/s1600-h/DSC00479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFl6XufSaI/AAAAAAAAAow/yxLX76asAZU/s400/DSC00479.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337159086886570402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3J outing to 18th chef with ms farah. heh. her eyes are damn damn damn damn big. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFjsbXGZ3I/AAAAAAAAAog/XS5J_tZHDA4/s1600-h/DSC03961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFjsbXGZ3I/AAAAAAAAAog/XS5J_tZHDA4/s400/DSC03961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337156648320788338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFizaEEK-I/AAAAAAAAAoY/YpLkIdbfGb8/s1600-h/DSC03941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFizaEEK-I/AAAAAAAAAoY/YpLkIdbfGb8/s400/DSC03941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337155668719971298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFnGUczh-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/rXlStXbZuJE/s1600-h/DSC04196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFnGUczh-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/rXlStXbZuJE/s400/DSC04196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337160391677151202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the disgusting crab that i didnt dare to eat. oh wait, forgot to tell you that i only eat FISH, CHICKEN AND PORK. so maybe the crab isnt really disgusting luh, it's just me being unweird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFiGRxTahI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/kpFfok0IoGk/s1600-h/DSC04186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFiGRxTahI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/kpFfok0IoGk/s400/DSC04186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337154893399681554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had to rely on these for the whole dinner, plus some other stuff, like water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFglfjVYaI/AAAAAAAAAoA/2ajZco6ODiQ/s1600-h/DSC04202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFglfjVYaI/AAAAAAAAAoA/2ajZco6ODiQ/s400/DSC04202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337153230651875746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mothers' day celebration(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFe8ZUsT0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/8tALjrE5UQs/s1600-h/DSC04252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFe8ZUsT0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/8tALjrE5UQs/s400/DSC04252.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337151425093586754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, heh. came back thn decided to take pics cos i seriously seriously, didnt wanna go back to bio. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sg7DqJ0e_DI/AAAAAAAAAno/U9GiYubIWgA/s1600-h/DSC04378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sg7DqJ0e_DI/AAAAAAAAAno/U9GiYubIWgA/s400/DSC04378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336417737438592050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis found this book. and she was like, "one day if mummy and daddy wanna break up,then we can use this book". weird. but it's actually some book about testing your love through a daily journal or soemething? but the first page scared me okay. it said" this is a love dare. do not take up the challenge if you are not up for it. once you start, you are not allowed to go back." aiya, something like that, i was freaked out okay, didnt dare to open the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sg7DRbLDmXI/AAAAAAAAAng/JipwYAa9F2k/s1600-h/DSC04390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sg7DRbLDmXI/AAAAAAAAAng/JipwYAa9F2k/s400/DSC04390.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336417312599939442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pastamania after MYE!!!!! omg, still feeling damn happy that i have returned back to my normal life. abnormal life sure doesnt suit me okay. anw, went with 2F people to bugis, ate pastamania. and thn we played CAI QUAN, thn the loser had to eat that. so yea, it's a combination of chilli powder, salt and cheese. and duh, the loser was the not so smartest one, CHERYL! heh, but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2F is freaking fun okay. seriously, it's like idk, kinda undescribable. heh, i like tht new word, UNDESCRIBABLE. but dont even know if that exists. but still, i laughed for every single second when i am with them. other than when i was watching ANGELS AND DEMONS. seriously, that was the first time that i watched such a show luh. so freaking hard to understand luh. i was the only one, apparently, who didnt quite get the show. so conclusion, american comedies are much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sg7CQAraWOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/J8xML0op8QA/s1600-h/DSC04393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sg7CQAraWOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/J8xML0op8QA/s400/DSC04393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336416188796393698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only picture i took that day okay. we were in diva. and the joy i felt after the exams was so great, that i actually bought things on unIMPULSE. haha, tricked you thr. but still, i love the bangles that i bought! it's damn chio!! (: still think it looks like real carbon atoms, can see the tetrahedral structure okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, i actually have a lot a lot a lot of pics to post, cos TWO WHOLE WEEKS didnt post due to exams. but can only post THREE, cos MY DAD IS BESIDE ME, using the other com. so it's damn weird if i load all the pics in front of him luh. see, he is peeping. oh wait, he's playing minesweeper. omg, he's really good. hah, he's stuck. hah, funny.he clicked a three. now a two. another one. okay, wait. i dont really thing that that would actually interest all of you.oh wait, it might actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh wait, my dad just thought that he was funny. &lt;br /&gt;JOY: aiyo, i am going to revive my dead blogshop after mye, like now luh.&lt;br /&gt;DAD: sustaining is the most difficult. beginning always very enthusiastic one. &lt;br /&gt;JOY: yeah yeah, i am gonna start being enthu about it agn during hols.&lt;br /&gt;DAD: yeah, ENding soon, you mean.&lt;br /&gt;*dad laughs and goes back to minesweeper*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-6633765683618602981?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6633765683618602981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=6633765683618602981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6633765683618602981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6633765683618602981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-sis-found-this-book.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ShFl6XufSaI/AAAAAAAAAow/yxLX76asAZU/s72-c/DSC00479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-9077249154849956316</id><published>2009-05-07T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:45:38.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. havent posted for like ages. all thanks to mye. *thick-skinned mye replies welcome*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, anw. i finally had the time to post, but a short one only luh. tmr's LIT. and i just realised that BOO is a cute and nice name. maybe shall name my kid BOO. heh, BOO AW. funneh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, mye kills my mood okay. it makes me feel like a no life person. and it makes me feel sad for avicennia, sonneratia, rhizophora and the bruguiera luh. cos they are an important source of paper. okay, sorry luh. just had geog paper and the stuffs are still stuck in my brain. hah, hopes that it gets stuck thr till o levels! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last sat went to 18th chef with 3J and miss farah. pics will be uploaded once mye are over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-9077249154849956316?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9077249154849956316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=9077249154849956316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/9077249154849956316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/9077249154849956316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8412140623079246295</id><published>2009-04-27T21:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:06:20.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SYF TODAY! PAPER ONE TMR! and great, what am i doing here. i tried studying for gong han and everything but my brain just tells me that that wasnt fun at all. oh wait, studying isnt supposed to be fun at all. though some study enthusiasts might really want to hit me in the face. but luckily, i have good reflexes. okay, seriously. stop being dumb alr. and try to get some format of paper one in your head alr joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfW33QZ5yUI/AAAAAAAAAm4/eBnE4gB41Ao/s1600-h/DSC03755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfW33QZ5yUI/AAAAAAAAAm4/eBnE4gB41Ao/s400/DSC03755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329367893987150146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, we had to report at 5am. so i woke up at 4am. and there was red star big prize the night before, so i slept at 11pm. so in total, had FIVE hours of sleep only. anw, that explains my really really serious eyerings. like OH MY GOD luh.&lt;br /&gt;pics will be up soon. it's late and i strongly believe that sleep does help one gain some knowledge in one way or the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued frm last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; OH MY GODD!! GUITAR ACTUALLY GOT GOLD WITH HONOURS! AHH!! &lt;/b&gt; spelling out gold with honours cos some not really smart people might actually think that it is Good Whatever Hump. okay, doesnt make any sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sfb97cxJ8gI/AAAAAAAAAnA/EelKECJfeic/s1600-h/DSC03782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sfb97cxJ8gI/AAAAAAAAAnA/EelKECJfeic/s400/DSC03782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329726406816035330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the three of us! thanks for making guitar so fun-filled for me. without you all beside me, guitar would have been even more boring! anw, point is, THERE. look at the super super chio scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sfb-FJguBlI/AAAAAAAAAnI/kMBk28M_wk0/s1600-h/DSC03784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sfb-FJguBlI/AAAAAAAAAnI/kMBk28M_wk0/s400/DSC03784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329726573445514834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cleansing my eyemakeup, i realised that this was our eyeshadow colour. eeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sfb-QXsVMdI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/iBylpHPERgo/s1600-h/DSC03776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sfb-QXsVMdI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/iBylpHPERgo/s400/DSC03776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329726766230876626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the breakfast provided. zhiyan claimed that it looked like a butt with shit, diarrohea. zixin got vanilla. so it was pus. then we linked it to gonorrohea. then zixin couldnt rebutt cos she lost her voice. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pingpang yuan last episode! gonna watch(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, i havent started for mye when it's like next wed. seriously, i dont know when or where or why  i am gonna start luh. argh, help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8412140623079246295?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8412140623079246295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8412140623079246295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8412140623079246295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8412140623079246295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/04/syf-today-paper-one-tmr-and-great-what.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfW33QZ5yUI/AAAAAAAAAm4/eBnE4gB41Ao/s72-c/DSC03755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-3541920240461439703</id><published>2009-04-24T21:32:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:46:43.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHFM4jfhQI/AAAAAAAAAmw/iiBlYt_VfdY/s1600-h/DSC03553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHFM4jfhQI/AAAAAAAAAmw/iiBlYt_VfdY/s400/DSC03553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328256659286361346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, it's not that i am discouraging all of you to go to KFC.yea, CHEESY FRIES ROCKS! unless it belongs to zhiyan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHFCLJDSMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Iix94DxNDUo/s1600-h/DSC03610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHFCLJDSMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Iix94DxNDUo/s400/DSC03610.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328256475297171650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY. chem SUPPLEMENTARY and guitar. firstly, chem. there's a big diff between supplementary and remidial ok. and this is supplementary. yea, guitar sucked as usual. hate it. oh, and good news. i have decided to stop being zilian. it really helps in destressing but still, it's a really really bad habit. so yep, will try! (: so this will be the last one.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHEKH2s4HI/AAAAAAAAAmg/hlI4o4m-F_0/s1600-h/DSC03642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHEKH2s4HI/AAAAAAAAAmg/hlI4o4m-F_0/s400/DSC03642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328255512342225010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY. dissected the pig's heart. thank god that it is group work luh. cos i practically stood aside the whole time, looking freaking disgusted. and the only thing i did was to use the needle to poke the muscles of it and i TRIED labelling some artery. ok, or more like i threw the label into the pig's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHD6t6NIyI/AAAAAAAAAmY/-7yt-iM5_2U/s1600-h/DSC03643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHD6t6NIyI/AAAAAAAAAmY/-7yt-iM5_2U/s400/DSC03643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328255247679562530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHDlpLnLVI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/WQoCZDlxeC8/s1600-h/DSC03646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHDlpLnLVI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/WQoCZDlxeC8/s400/DSC03646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328254885633142098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLENE'S BIRTHDAY! OK, debby's one too! anw, this CAKE was for charlene. by the oh-so-creative ZHIYAN. so anw, it's actually a da bao with five yamyam sticks. and i dont really get the part where five gets linked to the number fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHDU_gataI/AAAAAAAAAmI/gS0vKY8X1KY/s1600-h/DSC03677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHDU_gataI/AAAAAAAAAmI/gS0vKY8X1KY/s400/DSC03677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328254599568209314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in cafe cartel. and we actually took pics. really funny. we took 21, and zhiyan only allowed me to post this last one. and we laughed freaking loudly until we got really really weird looks frm people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHDBWIPi6I/AAAAAAAAAmA/vvAFjL4QGDs/s1600-h/DSC03680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHDBWIPi6I/AAAAAAAAAmA/vvAFjL4QGDs/s400/DSC03680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328254262043446178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAP MADE ME FEEL TRAPPED IN A BOX. so we went toilet, then had to release stress in some way or the other. there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHCu5EziEI/AAAAAAAAAl4/y_pDfFoeXdc/s1600-h/DSC03681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHCu5EziEI/AAAAAAAAAl4/y_pDfFoeXdc/s400/DSC03681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328253945006753858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i mean HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHCVa1srkI/AAAAAAAAAlw/khKy0rElASs/s1600-h/DSC03699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHCVa1srkI/AAAAAAAAAlw/khKy0rElASs/s400/DSC03699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328253507393596994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shelton's aunty look. dont know why he gave this weird expression too. but HAHAHAHAHA, let's laugh together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHCE5yu8OI/AAAAAAAAAlo/TFqhRDDqDRA/s1600-h/DSC03705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHCE5yu8OI/AAAAAAAAAlo/TFqhRDDqDRA/s400/DSC03705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328253223644885218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2.4. xinying and me(: aiya, kinda disappointed. deproved by 50 positions can. but still managed to get 30 points agn! aiming to get it til JC or something(:&lt;br /&gt;SBJ: 178cm&lt;br /&gt;SIT-UPS: 33&lt;br /&gt;SHUTTLE RUN: 10.9&lt;br /&gt;INCLINE PULL UPS: 20&lt;br /&gt;SIT AND REACH: 49&lt;br /&gt;2.4: 13.08min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHBtqTvHTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/DLf6aODKmG0/s1600-h/DSC03706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHBtqTvHTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/DLf6aODKmG0/s400/DSC03706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328252824351350066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeffrey acting like some aunty shit with his blue towel that didnt really smell too good after accompanying him for the run. and he got 14th leh! seriously, dont look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHBUsZVp1I/AAAAAAAAAlY/UTMtzqYqBnE/s1600-h/DSC03707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHBUsZVp1I/AAAAAAAAAlY/UTMtzqYqBnE/s400/DSC03707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328252395414988626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall tell a story. once upon time, at a random hour, there was this guy by the name of shelton who just finished his 2.4 run at east coast. he felt hot and wanted to change into his FBT. and he didnt do it behind the bush or anything. even better. A TOWEL! so yea, it was jeffrey who held up the towel for him. and i was hiding behind a really big tree. not wanting to see anything gross. and more importantly, dont let weird things pollute my ever white mind(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHA3LA-AwI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hKDtZqqG4nc/s1600-h/DSC03716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHA3LA-AwI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hKDtZqqG4nc/s400/DSC03716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328251888238199554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and everyone thinks that i got abused. thanks to incline pull-ups. this happens EVERY SINGLE YEAR. i am used to it alr luh. so yea, just to clarify, it's bcos of pull ups! i have a perfect nice family ok&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHAbvrAcYI/AAAAAAAAAlI/SyX9clYgO6Y/s1600-h/DSC03720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHAbvrAcYI/AAAAAAAAAlI/SyX9clYgO6Y/s400/DSC03720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328251417041858946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debby's shoe. and duh. shelton agn. he drew that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar and chinese oral today. and OMG. oral was damn damn damn screwed. &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: 报章报道，O 水准只用第一次成绩来收学生进理工学院，对此新闻，你又设么看法？&lt;br /&gt;ME: (BLANKS OUT.) &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: repeats himself once more, this time explaining to me the meaning and everything.&lt;br /&gt;ME: (still stunned. anw, i manged to say..) 我觉得这个方法有效。&lt;br /&gt;and yea, went on crapping about things i wasnt sure of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, guitar was....i dont know how to say. but a really really touching one for me. it's the first time that a teardrop came from my eye, the first time i actually liked guitar, the first time i thought that NC KOH is freaking nice and caring, the first time i felt that i did wrong to guitar. aiya, it was just freaking emotional. and yea. i cant believe it too. actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, gonna chiong bio like now. chapter 2 to 6!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-3541920240461439703?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3541920240461439703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=3541920240461439703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/3541920240461439703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/3541920240461439703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-its-not-that-i-am-discouraging-all.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SfHFM4jfhQI/AAAAAAAAAmw/iiBlYt_VfdY/s72-c/DSC03553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-710387290362938969</id><published>2009-04-17T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:13:40.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY WAS TOTAL SHIT. IT PISSED OFF SO MANY PEOPLE LUH.&lt;br /&gt;ANW, HERE WAS WHAT HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;during chinese, zhenglaoshi told us that other classes got to know that many 3J people scored super well for chinese test. then they went to complain. so yea, she also said that people see that it is &lt;b&gt; J class &lt;/b&gt;, then like that to us. so all thanks to _ _ _ _ _ _ _ that zhenglaoshi also kinda got scolded. cos other teachers think that she marked too leniently. but that was so not the case ok. &lt;br /&gt;aiya, that's just a summary of the whole thing. but the thing that i was really pissed at was that people look down on double sciences people. insult us and everything. like wth. triple science big ah. 3J is smart ok(:&lt;br /&gt;anw, i told my mom the whole story thn i got so jidong that i actually cried. lol. kinda stupid but yea. i hate people to anyhow say us when we really deserve that mark ok. and YOU're just jealous, shithead. and my mom was kinda pissed too(: yay, another supporter!&lt;br /&gt;imagine if this whole thing happened in a triple science class, then people would just say that they're smart and they deserve it cos the studied. but when it's us, it's like that. aiya. this sucks luh. this time i really studied ok;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, friday! guitar is boring and annoying, especially when we have to wear that gross costume. eeew. and i said bye to nc koh, and she said bye too. so she's not that bad luh. martin, dont hate her anymore! (:&lt;br /&gt;then during chem lab, i realised that a lot of my class people know about my blogshop including ms farah, wl. that made me depressed for a few minutes. until i got my senses sorted out. but still a bit depressed. aiya, it's hard to explain it here. omg, i keep using aiya. so aunty. aiya. aiya. zhiyan, your fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-710387290362938969?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/710387290362938969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=710387290362938969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/710387290362938969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/710387290362938969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happened-yesterday-was-total-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-7463115322630107181</id><published>2009-04-13T21:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:53:52.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent posted for A WEEK. online shopping is the world's number one time consumer, i swear. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, LAST SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeM8U3F1GJI/AAAAAAAAAkM/yDQySbhUvkc/s1600-h/DSC03350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeM8U3F1GJI/AAAAAAAAAkM/yDQySbhUvkc/s400/DSC03350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324165513565509778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to parkway. cos it's near my house. it's just pure coincidence that the CSS people were also going thr ok. so i thought that the stage looked, um, really really BIG? i was actually thinking if MR ANT's famlily could even get up there luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeM8HY3X9OI/AAAAAAAAAkE/1V7GOst6Xxg/s1600-h/DSC03354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeM8HY3X9OI/AAAAAAAAAkE/1V7GOst6Xxg/s400/DSC03354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324165282113516770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liteng and yuanshuai. and seriously, yuanshuai looks kinda disgusting when you see him in real person, and near. yea, his face is kinda flat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeM9Jl9y2OI/AAAAAAAAAkU/8cry4Dfi32s/s1600-h/DSC02343+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeM9Jl9y2OI/AAAAAAAAAkU/8cry4Dfi32s/s400/DSC02343+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324166419501471970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeM9YqNSxFI/AAAAAAAAAkc/0rIKTYyToPc/s1600-h/DSC03386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeM9YqNSxFI/AAAAAAAAAkc/0rIKTYyToPc/s400/DSC03386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324166678338258002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to plaza singapura before jap. cos zhiyan had to buy her cloth to make charlene's dress from SPOTLIGHT. and we saw this tag, there we were like,&lt;br /&gt;JOY: wah, it's freaking nice can. put that on my dress ok.&lt;br /&gt;ZHIYAN: heh, funny ah. it's $7.99 each. metallic YOU FAG.&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i thought that zhiyan had some raging hormones in her and was trying to act cool or something. but actually she said EFFECT. so yea, EFFECT and YOU FAG rhymes. heh, funny, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; THE LONG AWAITED PIG'S STOMACH!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeM9zu_wJdI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WwNvZldTvac/s1600-h/DSC03392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeM9zu_wJdI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WwNvZldTvac/s400/DSC03392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324167143480108498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, THERE. the thing that completely grossed me out. anw, the yellow part is the amylase or is it not. aiya, people tired in class right. right. right. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD FRIDAY! or should i call it BAD FRIDAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeNCiF0e54I/AAAAAAAAAk4/j0nzHHuL8CY/s1600-h/DSC03449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeNCiF0e54I/AAAAAAAAAk4/j0nzHHuL8CY/s400/DSC03449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324172337927350146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks damn blur. cos i havent mastered the skills of taking a picture with an unexcellent camera in a freaking shaky place. like um, in the taxi? ok, so that was why the cab driver was giving us this weird look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeNCWBz1hBI/AAAAAAAAAkw/luyd7HO2AVE/s1600-h/DSC03433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeNCWBz1hBI/AAAAAAAAAkw/luyd7HO2AVE/s400/DSC03433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324172130692465682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly realised that my name is nice. fyi, i hated my name for the first three quarters of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeNCy4CyeJI/AAAAAAAAAlA/80cEJGxamMY/s1600-h/DSC03482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeNCy4CyeJI/AAAAAAAAAlA/80cEJGxamMY/s400/DSC03482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324172626287032466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for bbq at night. drank beer and wine and sorts. drank until my face red ok! see, this is totally unedited. and my mom says that girls should learn how to drink so that we wont get cheated in the future. so yea, i was just listening to my mommy...*flashes really innocent look*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-7463115322630107181?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7463115322630107181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=7463115322630107181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7463115322630107181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7463115322630107181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/04/havent-posted-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SeM8U3F1GJI/AAAAAAAAAkM/yDQySbhUvkc/s72-c/DSC03350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-5153814359235251648</id><published>2009-04-08T07:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:56:31.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sick. seriously. i feel damn ARGH now. i still have to study for FOUR tests tmr. and yesterday's bio was damn damn disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm ho asked us to try this pile of red and raw-looking food. duh, i didnt try it. i dont even it duck or crab or beef or anything that is disgusting. anyway, turned out that those were pig's stomach, intestines, and worst, RECTUM!!! EEEEW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she showed us a pig's stomach and chicken's heart with all the stomach, pancreas, and other cheem cheem stuff i dont remember. EEEW. that's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i took a picture of the pig's stomach. post it the next time. gonna go rest or something(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-5153814359235251648?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5153814359235251648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=5153814359235251648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/5153814359235251648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/5153814359235251648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2553592136056517955</id><published>2009-04-06T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:07:37.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i thought of this for a really really long time. and, i have decided to advertise my newly opened blogshop here(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTTP://PEPSINOGEN.BLOGSPOT.COM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, i dont know why but blogshops often get associated with AH LIANS and BITCHES. but hey, i am a hundred and one percent PURE! ok, not saying that the above mentioned ones are unpure. but seriously, yea. i am NOT. that's why i thought for quite a long time luh, whether to advertise here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, DO SUPPORT OK! this first collection of mine is not really nice. the second one is damn damn chio!! seriously, so yea. i am not WEIRD ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2553592136056517955?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2553592136056517955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2553592136056517955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2553592136056517955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2553592136056517955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-i-thought-of-this-for-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2211109505656896633</id><published>2009-04-02T16:17:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:57:14.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAST MONDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR_pk0sdJI/AAAAAAAAAao/hPr64Z2O_K4/s1600-h/DSC03026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR_pk0sdJI/AAAAAAAAAao/hPr64Z2O_K4/s400/DSC03026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320017412067456146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, the disgusting baked rice. but people hungry what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR_Wo-BQwI/AAAAAAAAAag/-nNis66hVWA/s1600-h/DSC03035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR_Wo-BQwI/AAAAAAAAAag/-nNis66hVWA/s400/DSC03035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320017086762795778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the model for the dress making thing zhiyan wanted to do. anw, we were busy with this for like the whole jap lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST WEDNESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR_If3RoBI/AAAAAAAAAaY/E_ys6dRk7Kc/s1600-h/DSC03047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR_If3RoBI/AAAAAAAAAaY/E_ys6dRk7Kc/s400/DSC03047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320016843800420370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chocolate marshmallows that we made during enterprise day! ok, i think these were the unsucessful ones. um wait, or were they the sucessful ones? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR-m-UlcaI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Hje1xlxr_u8/s1600-h/DSC03048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR-m-UlcaI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Hje1xlxr_u8/s400/DSC03048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320016267860865442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leftover coke from the coke float. and everyone just shared it but placing their straws in it. and for once, i actually hate myself for being saliva conscious. I HATE BEING SALIVA CONSCIOUS. but i just cant help it luh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR-L5eMRfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YU_iCLRX5do/s1600-h/DSC03080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR-L5eMRfI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YU_iCLRX5do/s400/DSC03080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320015802702513650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUNDERS' DAY. the day that made me emo. see, just look at the ugly red shirt. you cant see any holes in it right? that's why luh, it didnt allow any heat escape and i was melting beneath it. argh. zhiyan pariah-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR9ow-J3pI/AAAAAAAAAaA/h2fAs4KJeOA/s1600-h/DSC03084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR9ow-J3pI/AAAAAAAAAaA/h2fAs4KJeOA/s400/DSC03084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320015199125233298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar room's power of the sun. woah, i like that phrase. and that's my guitar plus hand ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR9Wpan6hI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/h2JTwKuEsHc/s1600-h/DSC03085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR9Wpan6hI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/h2JTwKuEsHc/s400/DSC03085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320014887859513874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR9AmS1AbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/yIbENXzWVvs/s1600-h/DSC03086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR9AmS1AbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/yIbENXzWVvs/s400/DSC03086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320014509064389042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the area that my legs were. and in conclusion, i was sunlight-ed everywhere. like what the hell luh. i hate the sun. that guy who shot down nine suns should have shot down this last one too and replace it with a lamp or something that wont give out so much heat. or hey! the whole world could be air-conditioned! (: smart;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR8thhbaGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MoI3qIa3a4E/s1600-h/DSC03151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR8thhbaGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MoI3qIa3a4E/s400/DSC03151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320014181365934178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYBY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR8eVwT3dI/AAAAAAAAAZg/eZ705eTgiyU/s1600-h/DSC03172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR8eVwT3dI/AAAAAAAAAZg/eZ705eTgiyU/s400/DSC03172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320013920509091282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire adopted this kitten from school. and it's blind luh. and dont feel dumb if you couldnt tell that it was a fish beside it. yea, not dumb at all. yeah. *points at your brain and laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR79g-RnMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/pDmgwXFBwGM/s1600-h/DSC03178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR79g-RnMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/pDmgwXFBwGM/s400/DSC03178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320013356584770754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debby and me in the bus. we were perspiring like some crazy shit already luh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR7uNqxsWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5Hnce6ZVdfA/s1600-h/DSC03180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR7uNqxsWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5Hnce6ZVdfA/s400/DSC03180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320013093704675682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, CSS! first time at mediacorp ok. (: and look at the crowd luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR7Q5PpvkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tQ_v-oh12e8/s1600-h/DSC03191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR7Q5PpvkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/tQ_v-oh12e8/s400/DSC03191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320012590005993026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited outside for like 45 mins before we could enter the studio. and there was this super ap woman outside. she left her big bag on the floor then many people accidentally stepped on it, INCLUDING ME, unfortunately. then she scolded us. like hey, you think you big ah? er, yes? she was kinda old. wait, my brain isnt functioning well. old doesnt equal to big. or does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR7CKix5xI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2E0vsFKSjgw/s1600-h/DSC03202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR7CKix5xI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2E0vsFKSjgw/s400/DSC03202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320012336951584530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandy and i being super unglam. heh, now you cant see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR6jXEPJnI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Z-4o6RRClpc/s1600-h/DSC03219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR6jXEPJnI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Z-4o6RRClpc/s400/DSC03219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320011807737194098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DADDY'S BIRTHDAY! the cake that we baked for him. it's freaking nice ok! the best cake i have ever eaten:D and this does not mean that i have been leading a cake deprived life. but it's just that it's too nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR6Mw-sWKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gXGAsssDk3w/s1600-h/DSC03218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR6Mw-sWKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gXGAsssDk3w/s400/DSC03218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320011419556272290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and we tried melting some chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR53gopiqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/P7XJvh5kHAY/s1600-h/DSC03242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR53gopiqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/P7XJvh5kHAY/s400/DSC03242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320011054391593634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we tried freezing it. and TADA! this was what it became. chocolate. still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR5rfO4o9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/3sWFL5dxcCc/s1600-h/DSC03277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR5rfO4o9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/3sWFL5dxcCc/s400/DSC03277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320010847856665554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not edited ok. the sunlight is damn cool again. eh wait. i am supposed to be anti-sunlight. so, eeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i might be setting up a blogshop. it's pretty pretty confirmed already. and initially, i wanted to name it isotopes.blogspot.com . but some idiot took it already. and isotopes came from the chem textbook. like how cool is that luh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2211109505656896633?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2211109505656896633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2211109505656896633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2211109505656896633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2211109505656896633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-monday-there-disgusting-baked-rice.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SdR_pk0sdJI/AAAAAAAAAao/hPr64Z2O_K4/s72-c/DSC03026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8716894004440107554</id><published>2009-03-28T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:29:54.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pics will be up soon(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;MONDAY:&lt;br /&gt;went to cafe cartel with zhiyan agn. and dont know for what reason, i went to order baked rice. and being an un-rice/noodley person, duh, i hated it and wanted to puke luh. it wasnt that bad actually, it's just that my stomach is kinda anti-rice.&lt;br /&gt;jap was boring as usual. and zhiyan had the idea of making me a dress for my bday. so throughout jap, we were talking about that and i was filling up my order form. heh,, funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;WEDNESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;ENTERPRISE DAY! it rocks ok. especially our coke float! (: we finished all the coke before the first recess ended luh. so pro. so jeffrey and xinying went to buy coke frm 85. and bcos the gates were locked, they went from the front! and in case you havent realised, it's from the front gate to 85. and that can be fatal. but they came back in one piece and were both sweating like crazy. ooops, i mean perspiring. hah. anw, i think we earned 500 plus right. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;53rd founders' day. it sucked. like seriously. walkathon in the morning. the weather just wasnt right. it was freaking hot like some crazy shit. and i was liquidifying beneath the shirt that we had to wear. and it was as though that stupid red shirt's hobby was to absorb heat or something. argh, and i was feeling really suffocated.&lt;br /&gt;then guitar. in the guitar room. aircon spoiled. ok, for many months already. but cant anyone do something about it? ok, someone tried. but we all got scolded for trying, like what the hell luh. so the sun was setting. and it had to set right in my face. cos the sun was shining right at me. and it made my guitar hot. as in seriously, my guitar turned hot. and this time, i didnt liquidify anymore. i immediately melted ok. and the auditions were dumb. nc koh was plain biased. yea,i got in. but some of the others didnt. and that idiot _ _ _ _ _ _ got in when it he/she who screwed up everything. uh, pissed. anw, back to the sun. i was really dying. seriously. i was right at the window ok. i was in the worst position. AHHHHHHH! talking about it makes me pissed already. cant wait for the syf to be over, then i wouldnt have to be in that oven for like thrice a week or something.&lt;br /&gt;anw, reached home and slept at 7.45pm. yea, super early. cos all the heat took my energy away. i practically fainted on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;had to go back to school for the continuation of the celebration of the school's founders day. and hey, it's a saturday ok. &lt;br /&gt;but before going back to school, went to send ergu off to england. heh, no one cried this time. &lt;br /&gt;then went back home to get changed then went to 85 to meet xinying, celeste and jeffrey for lunch. and i took bus 222 for the first time in my entire life. and i was freaking nervous cos i didnt know which stop to alight at and etc. but in the end, i was the earliest! &lt;br /&gt;then went to bubbletea shop to find the rest. and something really really embarssing happened. a super strong gust of wind blew past me, then i looked in my phone's reflection to see if my fringe was looking weird. then there was this old uncle, he went, "aiya, bu yong kan le la. ke yi la. hen mei le la". then i was like hmmm, hmmm, ummm, mumbling some stuff that i couldnt apprehend too.&lt;br /&gt;ate chicken rice at 85. drank bubbletea at 85. ok, that sounds like a poem.&lt;br /&gt;OH, talking about poems, i made a poem during english cos i was damn bored. and i thought composing a poem during english should be kinda beneficial too, so yeah. anw, this was it:&lt;br /&gt;JOY AW LEXUAN IS MY NAME&lt;br /&gt;I AM A GIRL AND DO NOT HAVE A MANE&lt;br /&gt;I CAN WALK AND THUS AM NOT LAME&lt;br /&gt;JOY AW LEXUAN IS MY NAME!&lt;br /&gt;omg, i think that it is really nice! just look at the rhymes luh. &lt;br /&gt;ok, back to today. sports spectacular was really nice. bball was funny! the emcees(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk how to end. so let's just put a BYE;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8716894004440107554?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8716894004440107554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8716894004440107554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8716894004440107554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8716894004440107554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/03/pics-will-be-up-soon-monday-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2857825311042890141</id><published>2009-03-22T14:15:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:23:34.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally managed to upload the pics(: so happy and contented and elated and glad and any other word that is associated to my name; JOY! ok, nice starting, well, that's at least what i think. and that usually is the truth, the light, hey, wait. the light! dont you think that this pic that I took represents it? hah, took it at pasir ris park during the bbq. well, maybe my future career could be a photographer(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceVqrSKvKI/AAAAAAAAAYI/y6dmToymvWk/s1600-h/DSC02823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceVqrSKvKI/AAAAAAAAAYI/y6dmToymvWk/s400/DSC02823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316382445540129954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my babyhood friends. and i am not kidding about being babyhood friends. see, our moms knew each other since secondary school till now. so we're babyhood friends! not a really good explaination, but it's only for smart people to understand. heh;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceVDtU8NXI/AAAAAAAAAX4/t0UscpvOweA/s1600-h/DSC02830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceVDtU8NXI/AAAAAAAAAX4/t0UscpvOweA/s400/DSC02830.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316381776073733490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please tell me that i dont look the oldest there. cos salespeople always give the three of them sweets. but hey, I WANT ONE TOO! and guess, who is the one who is same age as me. heh, heh. funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceTPS4dstI/AAAAAAAAAXw/YN341kJ0EYc/s1600-h/DSC02760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceTPS4dstI/AAAAAAAAAXw/YN341kJ0EYc/s400/DSC02760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316379776110146258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this in vivo. and i thought it looked weird. and a little gross. um, actually, it's really gross. and not mention scary too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceS0C5rydI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5c9yUAtfpVE/s1600-h/DSC02744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceS0C5rydI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5c9yUAtfpVE/s400/DSC02744.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316379307963828690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's like a streak of sunlight on us. it's real sunlight ok! i think it means good luck? OMG, BIO TEST TMR! shit shit. better make my post quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceOvzSgpBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gz_k7JzOcVs/s1600-h/DSC02829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceOvzSgpBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gz_k7JzOcVs/s400/DSC02829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316374837007000594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the freaking thing that made me bloat up. in a horizontal way? SATAYS!! they were freaking delicious, i swear. and maybe ferrero rocher's "satisfaction guranteed" tag could be pasted on the satays. eh wait, that would be far too troublesome. oh wait, i forgot that the satays came in packs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceOOUOLSWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ytfGGVoLLSI/s1600-h/DSC02827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceOOUOLSWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ytfGGVoLLSI/s400/DSC02827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316374261731641698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVY'S MOM! who did all the barberqueing work! she said that she enjoys it. ok, i really take my hat off to her. *finds hat* heh, cant find my hat. can i take a strand of hair of instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceN2bMjVvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2nFkvXNS2hA/s1600-h/DSC02825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceN2bMjVvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2nFkvXNS2hA/s400/DSC02825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316373851287017202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, lingxin, debby and xinying. ok, kinda unglam pic. cos the wind was super strong and we dont superglue our hair. so yea, but this are called memories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceNkR64exI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KoCgjXheRtY/s1600-h/DSC02813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceNkR64exI/AAAAAAAAAXA/KoCgjXheRtY/s400/DSC02813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316373539559340818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, before i went for bbq, went to eat pizza hut with guitar people(hsiao woon, michelle, xinying, zixin and zhiyan) and pizza hut sucks ok. the food was like eeeew, or was it just mine? and the GST and all sorts of taxes were crazy. anw, this pic was like after eating at pizza hut. so there isnt much link. but anw, this was at mini toons. and this soft toy is super cute. you might get a shock! so dont scroll down ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ScXn6Ws_-mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ubKHh4in6kM/s1600-h/DSC02815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ScXn6Ws_-mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ubKHh4in6kM/s400/DSC02815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315909924893489762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE! i told you not to scroll down! it's scary! heh;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ScXnfvaBJjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/p4OJ5amEy84/s1600-h/DSC02951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ScXnfvaBJjI/AAAAAAAAAWo/p4OJ5amEy84/s400/DSC02951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315909467668293170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to take neoprint with my sis at bugis. and this is the first time that i felt that i really didnt waste my eleven dollars ok. the neoprints were damn nice! as in the effects and everything. yea, will try to scan it or something. anw, neoprinting rocks! must take more! and i felt really really happy after taking it luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ScXnPct1rwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a06RzwK3yv4/s1600-h/DSC02974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ScXnPct1rwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/a06RzwK3yv4/s400/DSC02974.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315909187773247234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceQIXIoCXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/cUuStRUSk2Q/s1600-h/DSC02964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceQIXIoCXI/AAAAAAAAAXg/cUuStRUSk2Q/s400/DSC02964.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316376358457706866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ScXm-uN4lvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mz_9cGBjAic/s1600-h/DSC02842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/ScXm-uN4lvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/mz_9cGBjAic/s400/DSC02842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315908900413282034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire. um, at home. still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 10.21pm. it's time for my carbohydrase to digest my carbohydrates, which contains of carbon, hydrogen and oxygen. in the proportion of 1:2:1. and yea, that's like a freaking small part of chapter 4, and hey, we're tested from 2 to 5. heh, like me go to prayer in silence. good night(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2857825311042890141?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2857825311042890141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2857825311042890141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2857825311042890141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2857825311042890141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-finally-managed-to-upload-pics-so.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SceVqrSKvKI/AAAAAAAAAYI/y6dmToymvWk/s72-c/DSC02823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-5007254562248839882</id><published>2009-03-20T20:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:15:44.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guitar everyday = going back to school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;so this isnt even called a holiday break for students. ok, anw, this was how i spent my holidays, yea, and there are now pics cos there's a major problem with my com, or maybe it's my phone. or maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;anw, tuesday, went to vivo and waited for one hour at the taxi stand. freaking tired ok. i stood for a whole hour. and if you still cant see clear enough, i stood for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ONE WHOLE HOUR!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;wednesday, 3J BBQ! it was fun! met with tricia, debby, xinying, celeste, kahchon, and martin. then we walked to ehub, and i almost died. but managed to survive due to the temptations of the arcade and bowling. but as we were wearing the freaking ugly ahs shirt, we got chased out, but i still managed to play some stuff:D the bishi bashi was fun! then went to bowl, i was leading at first ok. but i decided to be nice and let the others win, so ended up the second last. &lt;br /&gt;about the bbq, it was FUN! i ate a lot and a lot of satays. that's sinful. and not to mention the chicken wings too. anw, the playground was fun! the worse part was the swing thingy. i was pushed like a million times by some idiots luh. nearly died up there. seriously. then my parents came to fetch me. then lingxin, tricia, kahchon and kangyu came too. so the five of us sqeeuzed like some crazy shit at the back. anw, bbq was fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, went to compass point. but the eyelighter that i have been looking for! feel accomplished:D and watsons is having a 20 percent discount, can go buy things from there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, today. guitar was from nine to four. almost died again. woah, i think i die really easily. anw, guitar was boring as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, so i'll upload the pics asap ok. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-5007254562248839882?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5007254562248839882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=5007254562248839882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/5007254562248839882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/5007254562248839882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/03/guitar-everyday-going-back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2743058334843146947</id><published>2009-03-15T21:22:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:31:15.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0M0IfKE7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/JBfMY94d_1I/s1600-h/DSC01175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0M0IfKE7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/JBfMY94d_1I/s400/DSC01175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313417225137951666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think sticking out your tongue to pose is freaking hard. so yea, claire's pro(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0MXjgO1nI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZaRhnK6jNrs/s1600-h/DSC01200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0MXjgO1nI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZaRhnK6jNrs/s400/DSC01200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313416734174008946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom has gone into zilian-ing! omg, this is really really unbelievable. like who can believe that? um, everyone? ok, so that isnt really unbelievable. she claims that it's because of me. but claims arent usually the truth(:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0LUGrk-jI/AAAAAAAAAVw/C48FXl-FFPY/s1600-h/DSC02644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0LUGrk-jI/AAAAAAAAAVw/C48FXl-FFPY/s400/DSC02644.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313415575385733682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or should i say that my mom influenced me luh. and we were in 7-11. then we started getting really crazy bcos there was something stuck in my dad's teeth. and my mom's laughter is weird and contagious. so i think we appeared dumb. APPEARED. hello, take note, it's APPEARED. oh, and we DONT have the same cap. we just used the same cap. so it's not two caps. there's just one. yea, SIMPLE MATHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY'S CD CONCERT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0H4xaFdaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BRx2XBUq_CA/s1600-h/DSC02525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0H4xaFdaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/BRx2XBUq_CA/s400/DSC02525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313411807283869090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the foodcourt. the spaghetti i ordered. and who says that we shouldnt judge a book by its cover. YOU SHOULD! my spaghetti looks freaking nice and IS nice. fann also bought spaghetti. and food from the same stall doesnt mean that it's of the same niceness. there, look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0HuHFqIUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/a_eROwvZk8Q/s1600-h/DSC02527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0HuHFqIUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/a_eROwvZk8Q/s400/DSC02527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313411624125210946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE! it doesnt look nice ok. seriously seriously seriously. and i think i am running out of the blogging thing in me. see, i dont have enough words to post. so i'm just repeating the word seriously, hoping that my post will seem longer. oh god, help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0HhUt9fWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PQJM9L_kqTE/s1600-h/DSC02530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0HhUt9fWI/AAAAAAAAAVY/PQJM9L_kqTE/s400/DSC02530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313411404445613410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the handicap toilet. yes, and vanessa, anzu, lingxin and me used it. cos 1. the queue was damn long. 2.  we were really really urgent. so the weird part was that there was a button that you had to press and the door would close really really slowly. and the worst part, PEOPLE WERE STARING. yes, they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0HTBW8e3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/eYTOF8Mj7fg/s1600-h/Image216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0HTBW8e3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/eYTOF8Mj7fg/s400/Image216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313411158730636146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the theatre. CHEEZ! and this was the pic i was referring to(: yea, so over here, i just wanna say, YOUR HAVE BEEN GREAT FRIENDS! *ahem...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0FTkPUSBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/fyHLKgS9J6I/s1600-h/DSC02555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0FTkPUSBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/fyHLKgS9J6I/s400/DSC02555.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313408969070626834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2F&lt;3 and lilaoshi shook when she took this pic. that's why it looks like that. SEND ME THE UNSHAKEN ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0ECjNx1qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/532kOO7R2Eo/s1600-h/DSC02562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0ECjNx1qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/532kOO7R2Eo/s400/DSC02562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313407577226335906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second half of the concert was damn boring that we smsed each other when we were like, um, next to each other? ok, anw, we were so bored to the extent that we acted like unhumans. yea, it isnt really auspicious to type the word out. ok, anw, unhumans. and to protect the person's identity, i shall just say that the person in the pic is ZHIY_N. heh, now you wont be able to guess who SHE is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0D3qRSKNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/aMU_FlutdLg/s1600-h/DSC02563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0D3qRSKNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/aMU_FlutdLg/s400/DSC02563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313407390141524178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIGI! your acting is damn good ok, and FUNNY:D you were the best one up there ok. everyone laughed. and hope you heard the GO VIGI! that we shouted(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0DrCe9QDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QgkA1bZaO5g/s1600-h/DSC02566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0DrCe9QDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/QgkA1bZaO5g/s400/DSC02566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313407173303025714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEFFREY. yes, that's the one that looks like my uncle. ok, you can really tell from this pic. cos yea, THERE ISNT ANY PAINT ON JEFFREY'S FACE. oh wait, there is. maybe i got used to that face long time ago.. hahahahaha, funny ah. and jeffrey was super gay, what's with that dance and shitting part. heh:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0DcmYz6GI/AAAAAAAAAUg/CB1Yt2NXrjY/s1600-h/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0DcmYz6GI/AAAAAAAAAUg/CB1Yt2NXrjY/s400/DSC02568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313406925242886242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELANIE! we cheered for you too! too bad didnt see you performD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0CS82QXdI/AAAAAAAAAUY/wI7kZBuRI2U/s1600-h/DSC02507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0CS82QXdI/AAAAAAAAAUY/wI7kZBuRI2U/s400/DSC02507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313405659961646546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sunlight is natural! and i find it amazing as to how the sun shone into the car. oh wait, isnt that what always happens?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2743058334843146947?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2743058334843146947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2743058334843146947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2743058334843146947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2743058334843146947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-sticking-out-your-tongue-to.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sb0M0IfKE7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/JBfMY94d_1I/s72-c/DSC01175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-6765103074626972601</id><published>2009-03-12T17:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:01:15.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished ordering the bbq food online! and know, i'm addicted to online shopping, like how great. and japanese clothes are freaking chio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, zhiyan and i went to cafe cartel as usual. and she decided to order this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sbjnlq3cQZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/yndtxtH8WgY/s1600-h/DSC02360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sbjnlq3cQZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/yndtxtH8WgY/s400/DSC02360.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312250394831503762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it came like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbjnXF_eZfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/e_B2e3emUrw/s1600-h/DSC02359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbjnXF_eZfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/e_B2e3emUrw/s400/DSC02359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312250144414918130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the orders came late bcos apparently, the pen ran out of ink, and we carved the table no. out. yea, that was what we carved out. and i guess they thought that it was some number that didnt exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbjnH1Yc0wI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DNFpcHC48jE/s1600-h/DSC02358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbjnH1Yc0wI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DNFpcHC48jE/s400/DSC02358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312249882258232066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pair of school shoes last year! threw them away cos they were yellow? um,, they were yellow since last year. uh, china goods. dont trust them. the colour runs. and some of them actually walk or even jump. and the socks i was wearing that day was yellow too, so decided to stick my foot in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sbjm9Zlu_sI/AAAAAAAAAT4/SQQxh7M0Upc/s1600-h/DSC02353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sbjm9Zlu_sI/AAAAAAAAAT4/SQQxh7M0Upc/s400/DSC02353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312249702999064258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i am a really sentimental person. so i took many many many pics of my yellow shoes before throwing them away. sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbjmunuQEhI/AAAAAAAAATw/u0LNZ_Q0JHM/s1600-h/DSC02352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbjmunuQEhI/AAAAAAAAATw/u0LNZ_Q0JHM/s400/DSC02352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312249449094844946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, pe. was fun. that's all. gonna go back to online shopping! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-6765103074626972601?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6765103074626972601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=6765103074626972601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6765103074626972601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6765103074626972601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-finished-ordering-bbq-food-online.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sbjnlq3cQZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/yndtxtH8WgY/s72-c/DSC02360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8169147579048094259</id><published>2009-03-10T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:11:16.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LAST WEEK OF TERM ONE! oh wait, did i mention tht in my previous post? oh whatever. eeeeee, i just used whatever. so act cool. uh, whatever. OMG, I USED IT AGAIN!! ok, enough of being dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3J BBQ. yea, i really really pray hard that it will go on well. and if it really does, i might face the sea and cry. TEARS OF JOY. and shout hallelujah(sp?) or something.uh, no? i am not exactly an emotional freak that popped out of a tissue packet. weird expression, but i like it(: yea, and i was looking at my sec one pics and i really think that i look weird. ok, will post some unweird pics in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's worst part was when i was chosen to be the leader of the COKE FLOAT group. yea, thanks so much mdm ho. THANKS A BUNCH. and debby, sorry ok...;D&lt;br /&gt;i think that we might make strawberry milk float instead cos i am the leader now luh. and what's with me having a responsible face. and looks like i gotta brush up my protesting skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, it's 7.09. I WANNA WATCH "MY DAD IS BETTER THAN YOUR DAD!" and if you see this post before 8.30, watch ok! sastifaction guranteed! ok, it's obvious that i copied that from the ferrero rocher thing. but still, SASTIFACTION GURANTEED! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8169147579048094259?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8169147579048094259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8169147579048094259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8169147579048094259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8169147579048094259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-week-of-term-one-oh-wait-did-i.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-4231430558973429390</id><published>2009-03-07T23:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:35:22.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WEEK TEN AND THERE ARE FOUR TESTS, PLUS TINGXIE, IT'S FIVE:O&lt;br /&gt;i really miss sec two ok, everyday was fun and the year passed so fast luh.and since i post pics of 2f, cant miss out 1B right. but in sec one right, there's like only the five of us that were close. we even made a blog, but it has been dead ever since it was created. though zhiyan tried making it alive by posting a post of spiderpig. yea, thanks luh, that helped real much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2F&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKOvCP4c3I/AAAAAAAAATA/ocTZsmPsRYE/s1600-h/DSC03362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKOvCP4c3I/AAAAAAAAATA/ocTZsmPsRYE/s400/DSC03362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310463849331716978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pic we took during choir concert. and it was like march and we were quite close already lor. aiya, 2F is really really nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKOjsLELiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xzy-y0fVPsg/s1600-h/DSC02180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKOjsLELiI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xzy-y0fVPsg/s400/DSC02180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310463654427373090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our nice nice class notice board that we made. ok, not really we, cos i didnt do much. oh wait, i did! i painted part of the rat, that's why the rat looks exceptionally nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKOVcelmnI/AAAAAAAAASw/udKs3CoNKxA/s1600-h/2f+bond+pic2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKOVcelmnI/AAAAAAAAASw/udKs3CoNKxA/s400/2f+bond+pic2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310463409696119410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny. DONT LOOK AT FANN'S HAIR. she had band luh. and dont look. i said dont already ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1B(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKQSw737YI/AAAAAAAAATI/kcmU70M0pbQ/s1600-h/Muacks!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKQSw737YI/AAAAAAAAATI/kcmU70M0pbQ/s400/Muacks!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310465562671312258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee, binglian still acting cool after soooo many years. i think we all look weird last time leh. hah;D and i cant believe that we looked like that in sec one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKRPnFJ-BI/AAAAAAAAATQ/6S5IHFHQuyw/s1600-h/Sel+doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKRPnFJ-BI/AAAAAAAAATQ/6S5IHFHQuyw/s400/Sel+doll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310466607997909010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was the SEl doll that we had to make. it was damn funny luh, cos it looks super lack of nutrition. ying yang bu liang like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM PICS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKRhz1k2iI/AAAAAAAAATY/c5OoTL7R9mQ/s1600-h/Cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKRhz1k2iI/AAAAAAAAATY/c5OoTL7R9mQ/s400/Cake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310466920659868194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what this is. dont peep at the answer.and dont scroll down too much..!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A CAKE! oh wait, you dont actually needa scroll down to see the answer. it's really a cake. the egg is jelly and the bowl is made up of chocalate! i want this cake for my bday, mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKSBXOz3DI/AAAAAAAAATg/3piO5HyWAuQ/s1600-h/DSC04000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKSBXOz3DI/AAAAAAAAATg/3piO5HyWAuQ/s400/DSC04000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310467462736895026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the future pic of Jeffrey. and this is how he will look in the future. except that his hair might look more like a tsunami. THIS IS MY UNCLE WHO LOOKS LIKE JEFFREY!!!!!! look like right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKSX_X3UWI/AAAAAAAAATo/A8JSDsr9InU/s1600-h/Winx2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKSX_X3UWI/AAAAAAAAATo/A8JSDsr9InU/s400/Winx2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310467851469410658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch the winx club show when my sis was into winx. and note that they really dont look like the cartoon version ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 11.30.and i cant sleep. ok, continue to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, let's talk about 3J! today we went to kahchon's house to do project. but before that, there were three very nice people who had to help to buy the stuff first. and these three people are, MEEEEE!, tricia and shelton. ok, maybe i should change it to two nice people and one weird person. so we had to walk under the hot sun ok, and we were perspiring like some crazy shit. oh wait, was someone sweating? and tricia, you look damn chio! so kahchon's house was even HOTTER! oh, i get it. that's why kahchon is living there. it complements each other! then the rest arrived and i think everyone was shocked by kahchon's room lor. there was a barbie doll lamp and lots of kiddy stuff. seriously. anw, we tried to carry the weights in his room and everything. and i made a nice popiah that consisted of the sauce of peanuts only! get away, vegetables. so yea, that's about it today. slack a lot. not like last year ok. i was very into projects last year. hah(: okok, be more serious next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-4231430558973429390?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4231430558973429390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=4231430558973429390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4231430558973429390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4231430558973429390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-ten-and-there-are-four-tests-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SbKOvCP4c3I/AAAAAAAAATA/ocTZsmPsRYE/s72-c/DSC03362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-7596438294444167045</id><published>2009-03-05T15:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:04:15.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had been freaking busy this whole week luh. anw, this post's gonna start on friday. yea, see, i told you i was busy! had to wait for one whole week to find time to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-QsWAyI8I/AAAAAAAAASo/QMR231NvLOI/s1600-h/DSC02198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-QsWAyI8I/AAAAAAAAASo/QMR231NvLOI/s400/DSC02198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309621577190613954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, random pic that i found in my com on some random day in some random file at some random time. woah, that's really a random picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-Qi18q-yI/AAAAAAAAASg/t0xGVXgUYlY/s1600-h/DSC00771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-Qi18q-yI/AAAAAAAAASg/t0xGVXgUYlY/s400/DSC00771.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309621413964610338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised that me, my mom and my sis look kinda alike. oh well, that conclusion came to me after i studied for my amaths test, so it might not really be correct luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-OR85NIXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/KJYv09GukIA/s1600-h/DSC02158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-OR85NIXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/KJYv09GukIA/s400/DSC02158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309618924748087666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, didnt go to school. cos i was....tired? yea, so had a really weird outing to parkway, like at 7.30pm? then we rushed here and there, and the shops were all gonna close, and i really wanted to buy some new clothes or, SOMTHING. and this is my sis. she bought that attire, except the cap. and she wore it straight away. hah, so funny. ok, maybe not really funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-O6pKfQbI/AAAAAAAAARw/lCpUVooznxo/s1600-h/DSC02183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-O6pKfQbI/AAAAAAAAARw/lCpUVooznxo/s400/DSC02183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309619623826506162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins's electric guitar! it's freaking cool ok. much cooler than ahs' ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-OuX0Zu4I/AAAAAAAAARo/G-2oShV1PnM/s1600-h/DSC00874+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-OuX0Zu4I/AAAAAAAAARo/G-2oShV1PnM/s400/DSC00874+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309619413012036482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to celebrate my aunt's 50th bday! and i swear that she looks like she's only 40 ok! seriously luh, will post her pic sometime later. actually, it's hard to believe that we'll all be half a century old in like 35 years? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-OlYPT5xI/AAAAAAAAARg/O8kZVSQ9Koo/s1600-h/DSC00841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-OlYPT5xI/AAAAAAAAARg/O8kZVSQ9Koo/s400/DSC00841.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309619258506077970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis and i. and i think from now on, i'll just call her claire. cos my sis sounds weird. and yea, so claire and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-OctEh2zI/AAAAAAAAARY/ZJzfS36C1U8/s1600-h/DSC00843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-OctEh2zI/AAAAAAAAARY/ZJzfS36C1U8/s400/DSC00843.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309619109479177010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLAIRE and me:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-P66vk26I/AAAAAAAAASQ/-WhUbCeZ3j4/s1600-h/DSC02236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-P66vk26I/AAAAAAAAASQ/-WhUbCeZ3j4/s400/DSC02236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309620728057093026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhiyan and me on the way to jap. it was damn funny. follow the next few pics and i think if you can get what i will be saying, you're damn smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-Pt9bXFQI/AAAAAAAAASI/9Uwq9khdr48/s1600-h/DSC02233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-Pt9bXFQI/AAAAAAAAASI/9Uwq9khdr48/s400/DSC02233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309620505439311106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mrt, OUCH. my finger is stuck in the door. and this has nothing to do with me trying to show off my surname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-PhMHx67I/AAAAAAAAASA/wIGm-yv-o60/s1600-h/DSC02234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-PhMHx67I/AAAAAAAAASA/wIGm-yv-o60/s400/DSC02234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309620286045416370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here's the funny part. LOOK. at this mrt map. see, we're supposed to go from tanah merah to bishan. bishan is not in this pic, it's one station above bradell. ok, anw. main point is that we took the train to tiong bahru, then we managed to realise, not really in time, that we were in the wrong direction. then we went back to city hall, but dont know how, ended up in marina bay. then the train in marina bay took a freaking long time to start moving, so yea, and we finally got to bishan. ok, and why were we so dumb? COS WE WERE DOING THIS FREAKING DUMB GAME THAT (I) CAME UP WITH! see, it's like we record words in our hp(eg, whatever, funny, anything, hahahaha) then we play it to communicate. ok, apparently, i dont really understand what i am saying nor do i know how to explain it in a way that's understandable to everyone. so, nvm, forget about it. easier to say it face to face(: so main point is that we kept on recording and recording and forgot where we were. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-PUbRa91I/AAAAAAAAAR4/9otFUXlMCqA/s1600-h/DSC02246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-PUbRa91I/AAAAAAAAAR4/9otFUXlMCqA/s400/DSC02246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309620066774087506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mrt home, yixiu cracked the floor! no luh, but it really looks like ok. when i entered the train, i went to step on that, trying to see if it were real. and it was totally embarassing. people were staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, gonna watch hotshot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-7596438294444167045?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7596438294444167045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=7596438294444167045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7596438294444167045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7596438294444167045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/03/had-been-freaking-busy-this-whole-week.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/Sa-QsWAyI8I/AAAAAAAAASo/QMR231NvLOI/s72-c/DSC02198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8319441103618717705</id><published>2009-02-26T17:00:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:28:07.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent posted pics for like quite a while. and posts without pics are kinda boring lor. and this is getting really weird. whoever you are, stop cursing me! today, i had to walk home in the rain again. and it has already been for FOUR CONSECUTIVE DAYS. and the rain today was exceptionally heavy. shelton decided to lend me his umbrella cos he got cca until 7. so i took it, without any hesitations. and since lingxin needed it too, i walked with her from front gate, so kind of me! anw, his umbrella sucked ok. there was an invicible hole in the umbrella that was invincible. it made us wet luh. and when i reached the bus stop, my skirt was wet then could see my fbt inside. and there were two ganster looking guys staring! i was freaking scared ok. i kinda froze for an hour or two. um, or was it a second or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SaZeKEcNbeI/AAAAAAAAARI/JCsdVgyFDIg/s1600-h/DSC02040%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SaZeKEcNbeI/AAAAAAAAARI/JCsdVgyFDIg/s400/DSC02040%5B2%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307032737986473442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that we really look a like in this pic(:!!!!!!!!! hey, we're sisters so arent we supposed to look a like? oh, whatever. maybe it's just me being in my self-amused state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SaZc6b527YI/AAAAAAAAARA/ZWBPEYdH0FA/s1600-h/Last%2520jap%2520class%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SaZc6b527YI/AAAAAAAAARA/ZWBPEYdH0FA/s400/Last%2520jap%2520class%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307031369895308674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found this pic while browsing my phone. and yea, that's zhiyan and i in the train to bishan.. and that was when i decided to cut my hair short. initially, it was even shorter ok. and zhiyan, i really think that you look nicer in bangs now(: and this was the pic that we took on the last jap lesson of 2007. so touching right...! "er no," unknown voice says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SaZcZQkR-kI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1BrloJYnMak/s1600-h/DSC02076%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SaZcZQkR-kI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1BrloJYnMak/s400/DSC02076%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307030799916333634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CUT MY HAIR YESTERDAY! ok, apparently, no one in school realised! and that's the before cos i think that my fringe is looking really really freaking thick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SaZb3xOboVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pvInm_ug2tI/s1600-h/DSC02024%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SaZb3xOboVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pvInm_ug2tI/s400/DSC02024%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307030224567509330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the spoilt umbrella. notice that the handle is freaking short. and no pics of zhiyan and me on that day, cos i am very sure that she will kill me if she ever sees them. and i might kill myself for doing that too.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8319441103618717705?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8319441103618717705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8319441103618717705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8319441103618717705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8319441103618717705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/02/havent-posted-pics-for-like-quite-while.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SaZeKEcNbeI/AAAAAAAAARI/JCsdVgyFDIg/s72-c/DSC02040%5B2%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8858992274979450411</id><published>2009-02-25T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:19:54.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was damn funny. &lt;br /&gt;firstly, shelton was asking kahchon to teach him piano. then he faked a teardrop by putting eye mo/eye drop. then his pose was super gay, and just at that time, mr yong asked, er, what's the boy doing? then everyone turned and saw him, hahahahahahaha, damn funny ok. and mr yong actually thought that he was crying and told him not to be sad and stuff. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, the coke float people(heh, i like that expression) wanted to meet up to do. well, actually it was shelton who initiated the whole thing luh. then i didnt want them to come to my house lor. they are scary:O so i was being called the wind. ayya, long story, also dont know how to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in THREE CONSECUTIVE DAYS, i had to run in the rain, like how great is that. so if i catch a cold, wont be going to school. ohh please, let me catch a cold. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8858992274979450411?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8858992274979450411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8858992274979450411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8858992274979450411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8858992274979450411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-damn-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-6179571714820149887</id><published>2009-02-24T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:36:31.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i officially annouce that I HATE RAINY DAYS. sorry if you're a fan of rain, or you like rainy days, or you like the rainbow after a rainy day or whatsoever, but I HATE RAINY DAYS!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy, again. it rained. and i didnt have an umbrella. then i specially waited for binglian, thinking that she brought her umbrella. but yea, she didnt. so she started running in the rain, leaving me still standing in the shelter. then i still didnt wanna move after yesterday's experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a girl saw how pathetic i was, then offered to share her umbrella with me. OMG!! that was so embarassing ok!! anw, binglian was jealous. hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-6179571714820149887?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6179571714820149887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=6179571714820149887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6179571714820149887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6179571714820149887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-i-officially-annouce-that-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-7449162341696568083</id><published>2009-02-23T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:30:04.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's jap was really really fun:D LISTEN UP. OR SHOULD I SAY READ UP? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining super super heavily, and my umbrella was not in my bag cos it got stolen by a goose or something. ok, main point, my umbrella wasnt in my bag. so i had to share zhiyan's umbrella with her. then as we were walking, i said somthing really dumb, then i was like," hahaha, funnaye." then zhiyan imitated my funnaye in a really weird weird tone. &lt;br /&gt;then i started laughing like some crazy shit, shaking the whole umbrella along with me, cos i was holding it. so we both got wet. then zhiyan wanted to get the umbrella from me so that she could hold it cos apparently, i was still shaking. &lt;br /&gt;so she pulled the thing, and i pulled back cos i thought she was gonna run off with the umbrella and leave me behind. and guess what, THE UMBRELLA BROKE INTO TWO! not really exactly half luh. but it was still funny.&lt;br /&gt;then i was still laughing. and note, i have been laughing since she said the word funnaye. then a gust of stong wind came, and flipped the whole umbrella the other side. then this time, both of us really got wet. the whole umbrella was screwed up luh. &lt;br /&gt;then i couldnt take it anymore. i squatted down cos my stomach was aching like shit from laughing. then as i was holding the so-called umbrella, zhiyan had to squat with me to get that bit of shelter. then before i knew it, she fell backwards on her butt. that's seriously funny. &lt;br /&gt;after much effort to stand up and walk, i said something dumb again, and this time, i actually laughed at me own joke. then my stomach ached like crazy again. then the squatting down process happened. &lt;br /&gt;and not to mention how screwed my hair was ok. seriously, if i am feeling brave enough, will post the pics of us. it's super super unglam. seriously, zhiyan had toilet roll over her. ssssh, dont tell her i said it. cos she doesnt want people to knw that it is toilet roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-7449162341696568083?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7449162341696568083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=7449162341696568083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7449162341696568083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7449162341696568083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-jap-was-really-really-fund.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8539260257050798374</id><published>2009-02-22T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:04:00.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bio test and math test together. well, almost. WHAT COULD BE WORSE THAN THAT? um, a frog? ok, but seriously, it's stressing me out.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i have given up on a maths. i think blogging still helps to improve my english somehow, whereas for amaths, it's like pure dumb. what's with surds, indices and log luh. ok, trying hard to not feel guilty here... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, guitar on friday was shit ok. you think you big ah. yea, actually you're quite big, in a horizontal way. oh whatever, i just hate you. and i shot you!! zhiyan and zixin saw it. hahaha, dont report to police ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jap tmr again. i am kinda sick of jap. THREE HOURS AND FIFTEEN MINUTES. you have to sit and stare right into the face of a boring teacher. yea, like how great is that. and not to mention that it is at BISHAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, got to stop complaining. and lastly, SLEEP EARLY! so that your ribosomes can synthesise proteins and then, it can be transported to your golgi appartus through vesicles, then the golgi apparatus will modify it and package it into secretory vesicles to be secreted out of the cell. so, main point, let your body repair itself! ok, that so didnt make sense, or maybe it did, cos i really really really really didnt look at my textbook while writing that. TRUST ME:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8539260257050798374?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8539260257050798374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8539260257050798374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8539260257050798374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8539260257050798374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/02/bio-test-and-math-test-together.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-6368814357706415214</id><published>2009-02-18T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:34:37.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZu4U4gIlSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Hmxk2Q7xesY/s1600-h/DSC01750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZu4U4gIlSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Hmxk2Q7xesY/s400/DSC01750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304035655062951202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like being in the dark. oh, whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i hate it when i have to leave house when i really dont feel like ok. anw, enough of emo-ing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL WAS FUN:D !!! and thanks for calling me joy, AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUU!! ok, i dont really know how to spell it the way they said it. it was weird. and jeffrey NNNGGG was funny too. think straight ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a freaking funny joke. it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;a group of soldiers were going to fight a war. they came back after they won. but, they were all wearing bras and panties. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: because they all came back in triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, when i told shelton this in class, he kept on laughing lor. weird. and he told the whole class afterthat. haha, funny luh.&lt;br /&gt;and lingxin's laughter is weird too. and not to mention kahchon's one. and jeffrey's one. and a little of debbie's one too. hey, and the worst thing is that they are all sitted near me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-6368814357706415214?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6368814357706415214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=6368814357706415214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6368814357706415214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6368814357706415214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-like-being-in-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZu4U4gIlSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Hmxk2Q7xesY/s72-c/DSC01750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-4120329047328661558</id><published>2009-02-17T16:24:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:56:51.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally had the time to post. had been sooo freaking busy. anw, today was supposed to go eat long john with a few people from 3j. but then last minute, got something on luh. so sad. anw, we still have 1 year and 10 more months together!! so can still go out to eat. at like...um, parkway? ok m nevermind. take it tht i didnt mention anything. really random pics here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqIvtb9a2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cFOdwL6J86A/s1600-h/DSC01537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303701864414276450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqIvtb9a2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cFOdwL6J86A/s400/DSC01537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  we both ended up doing say no evil cos none of us wanted to do the hear no evil and see no evil one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqH1Gs2pPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2fZDkbOhsqY/s1600-h/DSC00609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303700857583740146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqH1Gs2pPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2fZDkbOhsqY/s400/DSC00609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trying out this weird hairstyle cos i am feeling weird now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqG7ZbzSbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/26ZkCKoDnJ0/s1600-h/DSC00608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303699866180078002" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqG7ZbzSbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/26ZkCKoDnJ0/s400/DSC00608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  the original picture;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqBBmrCRFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PT6Z8l7ZUD4/s1600-h/DSC01570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303693375743083602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqBBmrCRFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PT6Z8l7ZUD4/s400/DSC01570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; farewell qinyi! last time i could actually see my aunty and take a pic with her. anw, hope you're doing well in australia! dont come back with an accent ok. and i tried finding nice pics of you, and i think you look quite funny in the rest so yeah. anw, i didnt post those skype pics of you and uncle collin ok. heh. so nice right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqA3otFDgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YzkVoW09eEE/s1600-h/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303693204489833986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqA3otFDgI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YzkVoW09eEE/s400/DSC01574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the dont know which day of cny. and this moon is supposed to be the brightest and the roundest in 52years. so are we lucky to see it or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqAyhKvQsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RqwQIcNI95Y/s1600-h/DSC02621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303693116567405250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqAyhKvQsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RqwQIcNI95Y/s400/DSC02621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; POINT: mr ong takes off his shoes in class. EVIDENCE: the picture above shows him in socks only. EXPLAINATION: this explains that he doesnt wear his shoes in class. PERSONAL OPINION: i think that his feet are smelly.&lt;br /&gt;(let's hope i pass my lit test with that!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqAr6GHDGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XY5h6CNjXr4/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303693002999794786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqAr6GHDGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XY5h6CNjXr4/s400/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a random picture i found in my phone. this is the holiday job that i did with melanie and zhiyan. we had to SCREW all day. now now now, think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqAfUKvi9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-RZNXT7H82s/s1600-h/DSC01691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303692786660248530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqAfUKvi9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-RZNXT7H82s/s400/DSC01691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; xinying's valentines day card. she is damn cute ok. she claimed that she stayed up the whole night, trying to draw something that looked like us. so cute. thanks anyway! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqAMSyPqRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/T-LwxlJ142g/s1600-h/DSC00882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303692459871545618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqAMSyPqRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/T-LwxlJ142g/s400/DSC00882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my mom(left) and her best friend. so cool right. how i wish that i will get a best friend when i grow up. and they were best friends since secondary school ok. trying to scout for one now!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqAAIy1CgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RRWUeJTkJ4c/s1600-h/DSC01413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303692251031210498" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqAAIy1CgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RRWUeJTkJ4c/s400/DSC01413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the deadly corner of my house. once you get there, you'll never be able to stop eating unless you super glue your mouth or something. and beware, there's a snake there. that's why it's deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp_vMneIoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-zIBNECDlfk/s1600-h/DSC01579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303691959999537794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp_vMneIoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/-zIBNECDlfk/s400/DSC01579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after the heart attack in my class. and i mean the heart attack game luh. cos some people like zhiyan really thought that i had a heart attack when i told her. yeah, so that's the back of my hand. damn pain. and the worst part was that the person who hit me wasnt the winner who gets to hit. it was some person who lost then slapped his hand down very hard on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp_lJj7XeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uzt8YL8njrM/s1600-h/DSC01581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303691787380678114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp_lJj7XeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/uzt8YL8njrM/s400/DSC01581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shelton's drawing is freaking nice!! or is he having some sort of pleasure here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqDjEtvmdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ImKdaHK0Xuw/s1600-h/DSC01613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303696149766445522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqDjEtvmdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ImKdaHK0Xuw/s400/DSC01613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i hate our school uniform. the collar looks like a flower ok. and an ugly flower somemore. anw, ahs is super strict about our attire and everything. not slack at all ok. dont know why all the teachers say that lor. hello, what's wrong with keeping fringe luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp_Ib2LW1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/UpPP6tPRqAo/s1600-h/DSC01724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303691294072855378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp_Ib2LW1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/UpPP6tPRqAo/s400/DSC01724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at ajinsen ramen with my sis. and the background damn chio right!!! say yes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp-933VFsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zGXqVRw74RM/s1600-h/DSC01754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303691112615319234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp-933VFsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zGXqVRw74RM/s400/DSC01754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cheryl's cupcakes were freaking nice! and i could feel the love...&lt;3&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp-lZQCHpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aJWwj0LA9yU/s1600-h/DSC00602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303690692080574098" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp-lZQCHpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aJWwj0LA9yU/s400/DSC00602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; since it's valentines day's EVE, decided to do this half a heart thing. cos the full heart will only be there tmr. or something. trying to act cheem here:D but apparently, it doesnt seem to make much sense here. and i wonder how i will be able to do a full heart while holding the camera. well, if i EVER manage to do it, then i shall post it lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp-Y4A_DYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/O07bsRQ9b_A/s1600-h/DSC01762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303690477000658306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp-Y4A_DYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/O07bsRQ9b_A/s400/DSC01762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and claire's rose. claire is seriously damn funny ok. when she passed me the rose, i was like, omg, i am so touched! gonna cry soon! then she went," OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!" then she started laughing and laughing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp-NuLeQtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/b4KoRu9n0M0/s1600-h/DSC01770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303690285381731026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp-NuLeQtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/b4KoRu9n0M0/s400/DSC01770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; valentines' gifts. and melanie's rose is damn nice..(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp-BpqstLI/AAAAAAAAANw/g5207JKqHgA/s1600-h/DSC01803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303690078012093618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp-BpqstLI/AAAAAAAAANw/g5207JKqHgA/s400/DSC01803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my sister, again. so matured right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp9yW-7RuI/AAAAAAAAANo/hBUE8mDoVr0/s1600-h/DSC01818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303689815298623202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp9yW-7RuI/AAAAAAAAANo/hBUE8mDoVr0/s400/DSC01818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my valentines' gift to everyone. and the moral of the story is "do not judge a book by its cover!" seriously, aluminium foil makes a damn good and easy wrapper luh.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp9mN4Uw9I/AAAAAAAAANg/lSY6rUIYWsU/s1600-h/DSC01820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303689606696584146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp9mN4Uw9I/AAAAAAAAANg/lSY6rUIYWsU/s400/DSC01820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zhiyan says in a really high-pitched voice," I AM MELTING......!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp9c0GPlgI/AAAAAAAAANY/ZKYAUPTG334/s1600-h/DSC01827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303689445156820482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZp9c0GPlgI/AAAAAAAAANY/ZKYAUPTG334/s400/DSC01827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shelton and his usual weirdness. and today's chem GAME was so dumb. and people who volunteer themselves up for that game is even dumber luh. and me writing that under this picture is pure coincidence. and it's just the camera angle that shelton is at xinying's arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, tired now. going to the gym to build more muscles! so that i can win all of you in arm wrestling(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-4120329047328661558?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4120329047328661558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=4120329047328661558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4120329047328661558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4120329047328661558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-had-time-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SZqIvtb9a2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cFOdwL6J86A/s72-c/DSC01537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-1705101000555607897</id><published>2009-02-11T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:59:02.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FOUR TEST THIS WEEK. crazy ah. anw, this quiz is really really freaking funny. hah:D even funnier than the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;message, MESSAGE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;message, MESSAGE, message, MESSAGE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;message, MESSAGE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;message, MESSAGE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! &lt;/span&gt;ok, maybe the message is really funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTH OF BIRTH:&lt;br /&gt;jan. - I was raped by&lt;br /&gt;feb. - I butt-kicked&lt;br /&gt;mar. - I murdered&lt;br /&gt;apr. - I bathed with&lt;br /&gt;may.- I was tongue-kissed&lt;br /&gt;jun. - I have a crush on&lt;br /&gt;jul. - I pervertly touched&lt;br /&gt;aug. - I had sex with&lt;br /&gt;sept. - I bitch-fight with&lt;br /&gt;oct. - I raped&lt;br /&gt;nov. - I butt-licked&lt;br /&gt;dec. - I ate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE OF BIRTH:&lt;br /&gt;1 - a maniac&lt;br /&gt;2 - michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;3 - an alien&lt;br /&gt;4 - an undentified creature&lt;br /&gt;5 - a four-legged ostrich&lt;br /&gt;6 - the air&lt;br /&gt;7 - britney spears&lt;br /&gt;8 - a gay&lt;br /&gt;9 - homo&lt;br /&gt;10 - elmo!&lt;br /&gt;11 - Spongebob!&lt;br /&gt;12 - Squidward&lt;br /&gt;13 - spider man&lt;br /&gt;14 - a lesbian&lt;br /&gt;15 - a retarded frog&lt;br /&gt;16 - a emo&lt;br /&gt;17 - a freako&lt;br /&gt;18 - my pillow&lt;br /&gt;19 - my mothertongue teacher&lt;br /&gt;20 - my dinner&lt;br /&gt;21 - the wall&lt;br /&gt;22 - my principal&lt;br /&gt;23 - the toilet scrub&lt;br /&gt;24 - my body&lt;br /&gt;25 - a crazy spirit&lt;br /&gt;26 - the unknown&lt;br /&gt;27 - a corpse&lt;br /&gt;28 - the water&lt;br /&gt;29 - my pet rock&lt;br /&gt;30 - my own self&lt;br /&gt;31 - the president&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOTHES YOU ARE WEARING..&lt;br /&gt;white - because my toilet light is&lt;br /&gt;dead.&lt;br /&gt;black - because i'm feeling emo&lt;br /&gt;red - because the earth is round&lt;br /&gt;yellow - because i'm happy! :D&lt;br /&gt;orange- because i'm a human&lt;br /&gt;purple - because i have diarrohoea.&lt;br /&gt;brown - because my pet died!&lt;br /&gt;pink - because i feel like shiting&lt;br /&gt;green - because i cant find any&lt;br /&gt;underwear.&lt;br /&gt;gray - because my skin is itchy.&lt;br /&gt;maroon - because i want to be a maid.&lt;br /&gt;multi colour - so that i can save&lt;br /&gt;earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok... so i pervertedly touched my mother tounge teacher(zheng lao shi)..ok, that's really a little gross. not a little. very! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and hint hint hint. not referring to anything that has to do with my bday and presents;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&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/6815179012201530257-1705101000555607897?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1705101000555607897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=1705101000555607897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1705101000555607897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1705101000555607897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/02/four-test-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8513116248866509692</id><published>2009-02-10T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:25:07.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese new year is officially over. hey wait, not really luh. still got 6hours39minutes more. and i have to wait for one more YEAR again. anw, the recent cny gathering was on saturday(will post the pics soon). and I DONT LOOK OLD. martin still claims that i look freaking matured. argh, whatever. and my uncle and aunt just migrated to australia. still cant believe it lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, zhenglaoshi didnt come today and since zhoulaoshi was those heck care teacher, we talked lor. so i was talking to lingxin, martin and jeffery about "the grave of the fireflies". and apparently, jeffery cried when he watched it. just like my uncle when he watches movie. and not to mention that they look alike too! post my uncle pics next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, havent finished studying for geog test and emaths test. and lit test is halfhalf luh. i hate myself for being so smart sometimes. ok, trying to console myself here. but hey, it isnt really working well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8513116248866509692?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8513116248866509692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8513116248866509692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8513116248866509692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8513116248866509692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-new-year-is-officially-over.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-6752502173589692508</id><published>2009-02-05T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:44:15.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>attire check today. seriously, it kinda freaked me out. so i&lt;br /&gt;-unfolded my skirt, thn i realise tht it was really really horribly long. omg luh. it covered my knee ok.&lt;br /&gt;-tucked in my shirt. and since my skirt was at my waist there, i had to tuck in really high up. argh. shit luh.&lt;br /&gt;-pulled up my socks. they said tht the words AHS needs to be seen. like hello? do they realise tht the word AHS is very low on the socks, so we have to pull it to cover our ankle like that.&lt;br /&gt;-then everyone was clipping up their fringes. so i was like, "ok, since i am already looking like THIS, aiya, just pin up luh." so pinning up my fringe without a mirror was harder than i expected. but in the end, still clipped it up(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mrs lim walked past our class. then i was like pleasepleaseplease, dont stop at me. and yea, my dream didnt come true. she stopped at me then she went," what is this?" *pointing to three strands of hair tht i didnt manage to clip up cos there wasnt a mirror. and she was pointing to it with a scissors!*&lt;br /&gt;so i quickly pin up lor. but the scissors part was damn scary. pehsiang's hair kana cut by her ok. if she really cuts my hair, i think i'll complain to the school ok. this is so ridiculous luh. freaking pissed with ahs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised one thing, they hope to see all anglican high students as geeks and nerds who look horrible. but hey, we're in the 21st century now, and there's this word called _________. uh, fill it in yourself, cant think of a nice word now. if people on the street see us the way we were during the attire check, then they would surely classify ahs as a nerdy school. and yea, all of the DMs should be damn happy. i mean a little fringe with skirts that dont cover the knee is ok what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i just cant wait to graduate from anglican and go to a school with a nicer uniform. my dream school would be VJC!! but the cut off point is freaking high ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-6752502173589692508?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6752502173589692508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=6752502173589692508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6752502173589692508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6752502173589692508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/02/attire-check-today.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-1470639602735230172</id><published>2009-02-04T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:23:14.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's assembly really kinda pissed me off. like why must we buy tht book? and it's not even worth it. i can get some sweet or chocolate or something for that price ok. ARGH. anw, decided to post some really really random pics. seriously, i am not kidding when i say random. here goes:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, not today. i dont have the mood. i'm hungry. next time, i promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-1470639602735230172?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1470639602735230172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=1470639602735230172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1470639602735230172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1470639602735230172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-assembly-really-kinda-pissed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8818629138700809759</id><published>2009-02-04T18:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:59:17.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;finally, had time to post for cny. so here are the pics. dont really feel like posting anything long about it. so yeah, hah:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR EVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYl49G1G2NI/AAAAAAAAANI/2ENU9cRVJRM/s1600-h/DSC01303.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYl49G1G2NI/AAAAAAAAANI/2ENU9cRVJRM/s1600-h/DSC01303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298899427778812114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYl49G1G2NI/AAAAAAAAANI/2ENU9cRVJRM/s400/DSC01303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year's eve. but we already started gambling. and i won four bucks! which is like the price of the stupid handbook tht we have to buy luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYl4z2JrooI/AAAAAAAAANA/BwH07qghY1A/s1600-h/DSC01311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298899268682883714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYl4z2JrooI/AAAAAAAAANA/BwH07qghY1A/s400/DSC01311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST DAY OF CHINESE NEW YEAR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYl01t490HI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ugGqe40cmi4/s1600-h/DSC01363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298894902778515570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYl01t490HI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ugGqe40cmi4/s400/DSC01363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even look like myself in this pic ok. i look like some vampire. ok, maybe too much ghost stories isnt doing me any good. and guys, beware! my uncle was just sharing his NS stories and they were freaking freaky. hey, i like tht freaking freaky thing(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYlzs4dE2YI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8MkEMFQfbPE/s1600-h/DSC01364+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298893651483875714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYlzs4dE2YI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8MkEMFQfbPE/s400/DSC01364+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, so this was my attire for first day. though you cant see it. anw, it was a dress. gold one(: gold=money!!! ok, that's dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECOND DAY OF CHINESE NEW YEAR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYly8ySXZZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yrMJ9n2Mc74/s1600-h/DSC01396+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298892825194620306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYly8ySXZZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yrMJ9n2Mc74/s400/DSC01396+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to cover my mouth. cos i dont even know why i did that mouth shape. it was weird. weird. weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYqpQMgwThI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NNQZ0ldwu7E/s1600-h/IMAGE_240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299234007256419858" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYqpQMgwThI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NNQZ0ldwu7E/s400/IMAGE_240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire, my sister:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYluYT-tDpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aRuUo05lTwQ/s1600-h/DSC01404%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298887800537288338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYluYT-tDpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aRuUo05lTwQ/s400/DSC01404%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this was the read panties that was said to bring good luck. and dont ask me why my uncles and aunties arranged the coins in tht manner. well, all i can say is that they should have been really really good at biology when they were young. heh. eeeew. stop getting horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYltNI0mVAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_cMWCIK7zZs/s1600-h/DSC01408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298886509051925506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYltNI0mVAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_cMWCIK7zZs/s400/DSC01408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;idk what's with me and zilian-ing in the car. hey, but i really really seldom act like a narcissist ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8818629138700809759?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8818629138700809759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8818629138700809759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8818629138700809759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8818629138700809759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-had-time-to-post-for-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SYl49G1G2NI/AAAAAAAAANI/2ENU9cRVJRM/s72-c/DSC01303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-4459728274555690576</id><published>2009-01-29T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:04:55.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will post about cny soon(: finding the pics, that's why. anw, guitar ROCKS. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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not mine(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, this post is supposed to be about my blog's 200th birthday. so i shall just talk about my blog! ok, i seriously dont know what to write about my blog on my blog. ok, this is getting realy dumb. ok, let's keep it short and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BLOGGING:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-7143018395154113901?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7143018395154113901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=7143018395154113901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7143018395154113901'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWvEco5ilI/AAAAAAAAAL4/37YKKR5G2nU/s1600-h/DSC00782%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293329427985959506" style="WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWvEco5ilI/AAAAAAAAAL4/37YKKR5G2nU/s400/DSC00782%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this super gigantic blueblack on my knee. apparently, i knocked into a rock in beijing and it's a real rock. a big rock. argh. i hate to wear long pants for that whole period luh. it's freaking ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWu1gPrPaI/AAAAAAAAALw/j63P17TyVrE/s1600-h/DSC00843%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293329171255868834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWu1gPrPaI/AAAAAAAAALw/j63P17TyVrE/s400/DSC00843%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis and i at bugis. and i was trying to ask her to smile nicely. but her smiles were all so stiff, and finally, i got this shot of her. well, i think that it's the best among all;D and who believes that she's only 8 plus? *silence*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWuVGn025I/AAAAAAAAALo/LksK0JBxGq4/s1600-h/DSC00939%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293328614622026642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWuVGn025I/AAAAAAAAALo/LksK0JBxGq4/s400/DSC00939%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me trying to pin up my hair cos it was super hot that day. and it's not my house's fault. it's the... ... sun's fault? anw, take note of the effect specs has on my sis. hahah. she's already planning to wear contacts when she's older..;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWt2S4LItI/AAAAAAAAALg/9LlBSudHQS0/s1600-h/DSC01050%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293328085335876306" style="WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWt2S4LItI/AAAAAAAAALg/9LlBSudHQS0/s400/DSC01050%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was me when my hair was at the very bad stage. uh, anw, glad that i had a haircut. though it isnt that obvious luh. but alicia managed to tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWtPJmZSlI/AAAAAAAAALY/XVke1vSGtqQ/s1600-h/DSC01082%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293327412830489170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWtPJmZSlI/AAAAAAAAALY/XVke1vSGtqQ/s400/DSC01082%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, this was the amount of hair that i lost. ok, that sounds a little wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWs_kxqqrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vAZhIMvBcXs/s1600-h/DSC01085%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293327145247615666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWs_kxqqrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vAZhIMvBcXs/s400/DSC01085%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i protect this person's identity ok. anw, jeffrey let us paint his hand blue. for idk why. anw, he's the guy that looks like uncle collin. UNCLE COLLIN, TAKE NOTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWsOO4FBeI/AAAAAAAAALI/iFYACuqu7hs/s1600-h/DSC01092%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293326297555338722" style="WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWsOO4FBeI/AAAAAAAAALI/iFYACuqu7hs/s400/DSC01092%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;recent outing with my sis to parkway. and this pic is really nice right. as in the whole reflection thingy. eeew, am i using the word thingy?? EEEEEEWWW. i hate myself for that. eeeew. eeeew.thingy. eeeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWr-JH7YJI/AAAAAAAAALA/UrZnXXWSmW0/s1600-h/DSC01116%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293326021133295762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWr-JH7YJI/AAAAAAAAALA/UrZnXXWSmW0/s400/DSC01116%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we zilian-ing in the fitting room of 77th street. and the best thing was that we were trying on um..., the cap? yea, the cap. how great. no wonder the salesperson kept staring at us when we walked out luh. oh, i get it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWrpoNoeNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fU4F7yVXsoU/s1600-h/DSC01150%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293325668701468882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWrpoNoeNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fU4F7yVXsoU/s400/DSC01150%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what we bought. the shades is supposed to be mine ok. cos as you can see, it's too matured for my sis. but she still looks nice in it. and we bought those hand accessory thing too. hah, for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWrMTN63BI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ucRIuVijJ9U/s1600-h/DSC01179%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293325164849323026" style="WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWrMTN63BI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ucRIuVijJ9U/s400/DSC01179%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i seldom zilian ok. anw, the sales uncle said that the hand accessory thingy matches my clothings. haha. but i think that that is too stripey leh. OMG. i used thingy again. idk for what reason, but i have always hated the word thingy. and now, it's appearing TWICE in a single post of mine. omg, i'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWq4IEuSQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oQsnkIxSXXM/s1600-h/DSC01192%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293324818260576514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWq4IEuSQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oQsnkIxSXXM/s400/DSC01192%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*after being revived* band concert. smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWqVtA_eaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/K_JOYlLhG5c/s1600-h/DSC01194%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293324226881616290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWqVtA_eaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/K_JOYlLhG5c/s400/DSC01194%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;band concert. SMILE! ok, dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-6357287481606360714?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6357287481606360714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=6357287481606360714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6357287481606360714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6357287481606360714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-i-dont-really-know-what-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SXWvEco5ilI/AAAAAAAAAL4/37YKKR5G2nU/s72-c/DSC00782%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-1747501676257866731</id><published>2009-01-18T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:35:37.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday's band concert was fun! or was it the people i was with? haha, but seriously, the concert was freaking boring luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly didnt wanna go cos i was so tired. i was out since morning ! but in the end i went, cos well, i was tired. ok, that sure didnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was late and entered yoshinoya really awkwardly. and the worst thing was that it was my first time eating at yoshinoya! ok, that sounds dumb, but it's a fact anw. so at the counter,&lt;br /&gt;me: do you have ramen?&lt;br /&gt;waiteress: um, no.&lt;br /&gt;me: then what do you have?&lt;br /&gt;waiteress: here. *points to menu RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME*&lt;br /&gt;me: *after a freaking long time, and not to mention the awkward silence*oh, ok. i'll have a salmon rice.&lt;br /&gt;waiteress: with soup?&lt;br /&gt;me: ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next thing i knew, i returned back to my seat without my soup.&lt;br /&gt;and melanie and jinlei had to tell me. anw, i got my soup back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i made new friends! jinlei and xiaoxiang(: jinlei is the most zilian person i had ever seen in my entire life ok. and not to mention bhb too:O haha, but she's damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sitting beside cheryl and melanie, wasnt that good an idea. they were DISRUPTING ME! I WAS TRYING SO HARD TO APPRECIATE THE BAND MUSIC OK. well, thanks for disrupting me cos you made my night so much more interesting. seriously. oh, and cheryl really makes a good scream partner:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, it was the interval. and everyone started taking pictures. yea, me too(: maybe posting it the next time when i feel like holding my USB wire or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-1747501676257866731?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1747501676257866731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=1747501676257866731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1747501676257866731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1747501676257866731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterdays-band-concert-was-fun-or-was.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2867027763218422858</id><published>2009-01-14T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:42:52.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was probably the funnest day of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;bio teacher didnt come cos apparently, she mixed up our lesson time. hah, anw. i had a really good laughing session luh. this was what it was all about(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were doing those lame games, eg.&lt;br /&gt;1) fuzzy wazzy&lt;br /&gt;2) how many mehmeh jump over the wall&lt;br /&gt;3) this is one, that is two, what is three.&lt;br /&gt;and so on luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, for the fuzzy wazzy one, shelton and jeffrey couldnt get it. so after a super super long time, jeffrey finally got it. (not gonna say it out here, test YOU some other time)&lt;br /&gt;then poor shelton was left. aiya, it's hard to express what happened here, wait. let me think of a better way to say this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kahchon&lt;/strong&gt;: fuzzy wazzy likes to MOOOOOO but does not like to bark.&lt;br /&gt;                 fuzzy wazzy likes to go to the ZOOOOOOO but not the park. (and when he said it, his mouth would go in that weird shape. emphasisng those words. funny lah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shelton:&lt;/strong&gt; *laughs all of a sudden, covers his mouth in a super gay way, bends his body forward and backward, flapping his hands all over* one word----WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lingxin and me: &lt;/strong&gt;ok, give us an example then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shelton: &lt;/strong&gt;fuzzy wazzy likes BLLUUUUUUUEEEEE but not pink.&lt;br /&gt;and we all ended up laughing. especially lingxin and me luh. it was so funny. cos he thought that i was to OOOOOO/UUUUUU sound. hah, and he was sooo excited and had those gay actions. haha, so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then more people joined in. so i really feel like a pro luh. i know everything(; ok fine, maybe except the black magic one. CELESTE, TEACH ME!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2867027763218422858?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2867027763218422858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2867027763218422858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2867027763218422858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2867027763218422858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-probably-funnest-day-of-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-3624386256234936265</id><published>2009-01-14T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:22:11.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have finally come to my senses and realise that tags shouldnt be replied on the tagboard. it's just so hard. anw, so here are the tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;licia: HIII JOYYY HIHIIII LOLS link me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok, will try to link asap. anw, i had a hard time counting the number of 'I's. and what's with you and repeated letters luh. hah:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;red: dont become a shopoholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i will not. unless someone nice and 'pretty' gives me money. hint hint hint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vaness&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;(: :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; hahas. comb ur hair every few moments after bathing. wake up and rinse ur comb with water and comb(: STRAIGHT HAIR WILL COME UR WAY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok, i really wonder how you managed to rmber all that. heh, and i dont get it at all;D maybe that's why you have so straight hair(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;verve: aiya, fretting over ur hair now. wait till the hairless curse is on your scalp....why not perm your hair, so that there's no more headache about little curls sticking out from fringe? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just get me a GOOD straightener and i will be really glad;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;white: The lil' curls are ok, why bother over them since you are tying up? How to be cool when u fret over such trivial matter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;um, my aim is not to be cool. it's to be very cool! haha, and it matters still!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;shelton: that is too bad. no wonder your hair looks like shit xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok, i have decided to ignore you in class forever and ever. and i shall take it as a compliment that my hair has natural browness. thanks anyway:D and your hair isnt any better:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt expect my hair post to have so many comments luh. i was just plain bored at home, that's what made me post that. hah, anw, i went for a haircut already(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-3624386256234936265?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3624386256234936265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=3624386256234936265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/3624386256234936265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/3624386256234936265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-finally-come-to-my-senses-and.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-4275551121456400676</id><published>2009-01-13T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:50:42.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hair is officially awful and yucky. cos apparently, my rebonding effect is going off and my fringe is starting to curl, which is so ever awful. and today, i realised that my ponytail is so weird. the end sticks out. or was it bcos i didnt comb my hair proper last night. anw, someone please helpD: though i cant really think of what help you all can bring me. it's mentally sad now luh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-4275551121456400676?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4275551121456400676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=4275551121456400676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4275551121456400676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4275551121456400676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-hair-is-officially-awful-and-yucky.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-5429231566148744398</id><published>2009-01-12T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:40:21.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont really know what to post about these few days.&lt;br /&gt;well, today's jap was quite fun. i mean the part where i was at junction eight. not jap itself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i bought a pair of earrings. those big and circular ones. yeah, cos the other pair rusted terribly. it all started off when i tried making a earring stand to hang all my earrings. and at that time, i havent learned that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iron+oxygen+ -&gt; rusting of iron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least that is what i rmbered from mr hsiao's lesson last year. so since ALL my earrings were being exposed to the air, it all rusted. and that consisted of like 30 pairs luh. seriously. i was crazy over earrings at one stage.&lt;br /&gt;anw, this time, i kept my new earrings in a COVERED box. i find myself so smart(: *smiles contentedly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was walking round junction 8 MYSELF, thankfully. and i realised that having so little money in your wallet is horrible. there was like so many things that i wanted to buy luh. there's this freaking chio hand accesory thing. haiya, dont know how to describe it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to 25th jan! and 26th! and 27th too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be wearing lenses to school tmr. and this is the first time that i'm wearing lenses with my hair tied up. so wonder how i'll actually look. who cares, just give it a shot. anw, xinying has already promised me that she will say,"hey, nice specs". to give me the illusion that i am still wearing specs. ok, dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-5429231566148744398?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5429231566148744398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=5429231566148744398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/5429231566148744398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/5429231566148744398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-really-know-what-to-post-about.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-3649179119528301039</id><published>2009-01-08T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:16:45.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PE! it rocks;D&lt;br /&gt;i really love pe luh. except for the running part.&lt;br /&gt;so today when mr lim asked us to start running, i said that my stomach felt empty and i needed to drink water. and mr lim is really kind ok, so off i went to the water cooler. ok, i'm beginning to feel as though as i am in p3. "off i went". haha, so p3 style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, the water drinking made me run 1 round less. and hey, if anyone out there thinks that one round is short, let me tell you luh. it comprises of one round of the court, two staircases and one row of cars. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was captains ball. quite fun. but basketball could have been slightly more interesting. and next 5 pe lessons, we will be learning wushu. and if there's a practical exam, they might hire people to attack us to test our reflexes and skills. ok, ignore my previous sentence. it was a moment of boredom that made me write that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, wore contacts at home again. and yes, it feels much better than yesterday. and it's better than specs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny is coming! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-3649179119528301039?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3649179119528301039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=3649179119528301039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/3649179119528301039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/3649179119528301039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/01/pe-it-rocksd-i-really-love-pe-luh.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-994701011854378011</id><published>2009-01-07T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:41:20.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a day that i felt really really accomplished. yeah, my first time putting on contacts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, so i went to parkway with my mom and sis. then, the optician gave me my pair of contacts and went like try now, try now. ok fine, so the many nights of poking my eyes really worked. i maneged to put it in within 5 seconds. seriously, i'm not exaggerating or anything. hah, i'm just so pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the taking out part came. the person asked me to press my eyeballs. but the lenses still couldnt come out luh. finally, there was this transparent thing hanging on my lashes. and i was like phew, it came out. but i didnt know it came out that way. heh;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i wore my contacts to piano. ok, BIG mistake. cos i couldnt move my eyes as quick as i used to. so i had to move my ENTIRE head up and down to read the notes and then to play the piano. and not to mention that the pieces were new and i just practised them once through last night. yea, so it was really kinda terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might be wearing to school starting from next week. and i'm so glad that now, it's starting to settle in my eyes and i dont feel it there! hey wait, could it have dropped? AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, no. it didnt drop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-994701011854378011?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/994701011854378011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=994701011854378011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/994701011854378011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/994701011854378011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-was-day-that-i-felt-really.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-6250366876853686745</id><published>2009-01-04T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:09:51.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of school was horrible for me. i woke up at 6am, hoping to catch the 6.30 bus. then, it didnt come. so the 6.45 bus came, and it was too full that the bus driver didnt even bother opening the door for me to stand on the steps. then duh, i knew that i was gonna be late. so i hate to call my mom to fetch me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i reached school, my mood was pretty bad already luh. and the worst thing is that doctor boon had to crap for so long and followed by cai lao shi and ms cheong and everyone in the school. well, at least that was what seemed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3J is ok luh. just that i was feeling rather low that day so didnt really talk much. and i think that ms farah, our chem teacher is super super chio. her eyelashes were really long! like that__________________________________ yea, that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar sucked. we sat there for 1 whole hour without doing anything luh. and the room was so stuffy that even the toilet felt better. i really hate guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i reached home, i was super super tired. and i fell asleep while lying on the sofa. and i woke up at only 8.30pm. argh, i hate reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's pray hard that tmr will be a much much better school day for me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still struggling with san guo yan yi. there's a test on tues on it plus another book. HOW? shitshitshit. i think that i am dying. procrastination really kills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-6250366876853686745?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6250366876853686745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=6250366876853686745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6250366876853686745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6250366876853686745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-school-was-horrible-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-7783145083640567894</id><published>2009-01-01T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:38:15.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's in a day's time. and great, i havent finished ALL my homework yet. ok, stop emo-ing over such stupid stuff that spoils my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY WAS FUN! we celebrated countdown at home. so my sis and i were hyper and we counted down and then we shouted HAPPY NEW YEAR from our balcony. and some other people when HAPPY NEW YEAR. and then we went HAPPY NEW YEAR! and they went HAPPY NEW YEAR! and i was like, ok, claire. stop that already. this's dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i really can get up at 6am tmr. uh, gonna sleep now, so that i can wake up tmr! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-7783145083640567894?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7783145083640567894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=7783145083640567894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7783145083640567894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7783145083640567894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2009/01/schools-in-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-7692504011994903889</id><published>2008-12-31T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:50:43.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. believe it or not. ok, maybe i have to stop this whole believe it or not starting. anw, I AM GETTING LENSES! it's like i have always wanted it, but now, i am freaking nervous about it. and i'll be collecting it on tuesday, which means that i have less than a week to practise poking my eye with my finger. trust me, i really do that when i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sis and i have officially created a blog. just that it isnt really done up yet. guess what's the name of it. it's the best and most complicated name that you will ever hear. it's&lt;br /&gt;JOYANDCLAIRE.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, that sure was complicated right. yea, and the blogskin is pretty screwed up too luh. nvm, shall just stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting in one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-7692504011994903889?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7692504011994903889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=7692504011994903889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7692504011994903889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7692504011994903889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-5670193129881212302</id><published>2008-12-30T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:19:26.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>believe it or not. SCHOOL'S STARTING IN TWO DAYS! yea, i believe that. cos i checked the calendar many many times already. argh, i hate reality. and hello? i'm still at 9/59 chapters of san guo yan yi. uh, shall just read the baby version of it. wonder why the ancient people have to fight and everything. uh, UH, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UH, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished packing my books into my schoolbag. i only packed the thin books, which means i left out the amath, bio and chem book at home. hahah, my school bag is black! i think that i am into black and white again. NO MORE PINK D: BLACK AND WHITE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently, i think that i am becoming a shoppaholic. dont know if that's a good or bad thing. spending money isnt good at all. especially when it's my OWN money. i think this whole shopping thing started when i was in beijing. cos i bought quite a lot lot lot stuffs from there, and when i came back, i went on quite a few shopping sprees with my mom and sis. so yea, i am so not ready to go back to school now. i really hope that i am some working woman who earns big bucks and can go shopping, buying whatever i want. i hate studying and books like san guo yan yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, stop reminding me of school. and i think i forgot how to tie my hair already:O ok, gonna practise it now;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-5670193129881212302?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5670193129881212302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=5670193129881212302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/5670193129881212302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/5670193129881212302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/12/believe-it-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-789041057778367194</id><published>2008-12-28T11:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:12:39.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to marina square with my babyhood friends and mom and their mom and my sis. yeah, in short, we're all friends.&lt;br /&gt;will post more pics later when i get them.&lt;br /&gt;anw, the usual game for the 4 of us would be catching and stuff. we started since we were like age 5,6? so i had to look super unglam by removing all my accessories and boots and everything. and we played on an open grass patch in front of starbucks. yeah, like wow, nice place leh. eeeew, NOT. but it was still fun. oh, and i think that i am beginning to like picture-posting. it's much easier and better. so i might open a blog for my sis and i and it'll be all pics. well, cant blame me right. i'm bored! and dont remind me of all the homework now. maybe remind me on 1st jan or something. ok, gonna start on ss project now. bye;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVb6_8LTyMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/it3F-hctCVw/s1600-h/DSC00887%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284687189158119618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVb6_8LTyMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/it3F-hctCVw/s400/DSC00887%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one of my babyhood friends. jillian, 11yrs old, acting cute. yea, that's the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVb6cJE7YII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gPy0SWvkIPU/s1600-h/DSC00847%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284686574145724546" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVb6cJE7YII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gPy0SWvkIPU/s400/DSC00847%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my sis trying on some super adultish shirt. and guess what, she wanted to buy it even though it could just drop off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVb5a81z1oI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9QhgNjswhgc/s1600-h/DSC00902%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVb5a81z1oI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9QhgNjswhgc/s1600-h/DSC00902%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284685454169593474" style="WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVb5a81z1oI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9QhgNjswhgc/s400/DSC00902%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried using handphone's photo DJ. and tada, this was how it turned out. WEIRD. and we were standing on a platform, that's why we appeared taller luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVb3tltoU-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/titDYfpXulE/s1600-h/DSC00882%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284683575355528162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVb3tltoU-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/titDYfpXulE/s400/DSC00882%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two mummys. ooooh, scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-789041057778367194?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/789041057778367194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=789041057778367194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/789041057778367194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/789041057778367194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-to-marina-square-with-my-babyhood.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVb6_8LTyMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/it3F-hctCVw/s72-c/DSC00887%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8902416207184958068</id><published>2008-12-28T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:42:08.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was having one of those night talks with my sis again.&lt;br /&gt;and this time, we were trying to do push-ups on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;JOY: you look like a jellyfish.&lt;br /&gt;CLAIRE: you look like a wave.&lt;br /&gt;JOY: without the wave, you will die. so i am better.&lt;br /&gt;CLAIRE: no, i can make jelly.&lt;br /&gt;JOY: *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe my sister really is imaginative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the car with whole family, on the way to xmas carolling.&lt;br /&gt;DAD: claire, so later you sing solo ok?&lt;br /&gt;CLAIRE: i dont wanna solo.&lt;br /&gt;DAD: how can you not wanna swallow? yo have to swallow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, again, maybe this weird genes runs in my famiy luh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8902416207184958068?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8902416207184958068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8902416207184958068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8902416207184958068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8902416207184958068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/12/was-having-one-of-those-night-talks.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-1317627868667714783</id><published>2008-12-23T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:46:13.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit. i am starting to think that my blog name is weird. well, actually i have started thinking that since yesterday. and maybe the day before too. i mean. look. devilisshangel. eeew, that's so primary school style luh. i tried changing it to JOY-TOTHEWORLD. well, of course it's not in caps.was just trying to emphasise the beauty of my name. anw, someone already took that. argh. and if i really change my blog url, then no one will relink me and i might just sit on the toilet bowl and stare into blank space. this is a super random post and thus, you're not obliged to read it. but since, you have already read until here, then means that you have finished reading this post! hah! YOU GOT TRICKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, another random incident. a few days back, while doing xmas shopping with my mom and sis. i think i really dressed up like those bitch you saw on tv. well, idk if that's a good thing or what. but i was feeling really relaxed and was still in holiday mood. so in china, you see everyone wearing boots. so yea, i wore my boots out to PARKWAY PARADE. and i think i regretted it once i stepped out of the car. everyone was looking! so my sis was wearing them too. but we still got used to them in the end luh. BOOTS ROCKS! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another random thing. TMR'S XMAS AND WE HAVENT FINISHED BUYING ALL THE GIFTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, i am starting to hate myself for being so random. hey, my new blog name could be something like,"hey-iamrandom.blogspot.com". ok, anw, i was saying that i could be wearing contacts. these few days, i hate to have the feeling of something on my nose. well, not really my nose. but a singapore's bridge. hahahaha! get it? london bridge;singapore bridge; my nose's bridge. hahaha, ok. maybe it's not that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i would like to ask if anyone have started or finished their holiday hw. i started today. and my mom was saying that i am super last-minute and late. and i replied, most of my friends will be even later ok. STOP REMINDING ME OF HOMEWORK NOW. HOMEWORK DOESNT MATTER, IT'S THE IDIOTIC BOOKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-1317627868667714783?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1317627868667714783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=1317627868667714783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1317627868667714783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1317627868667714783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/12/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8381527814345118846</id><published>2008-12-21T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:42:45.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will post the china pics later. yep, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. or more likely, helpless. attempted to start on trigo homework. but sadly, i couldnt even manage qn one. yes, that's how pathetic i am now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8381527814345118846?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8381527814345118846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8381527814345118846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8381527814345118846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8381527814345118846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-post-china-pics-later.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-4857128553940953113</id><published>2008-12-19T19:25:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:56:46.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BACK FROM BEIJING;D this post is gonna be long, but just read it ok. pictures will be posted too;D haha, ok shit. my uncle says that the pics cant be uploaded anytime now. so yeah, will post it some other time. BUT, STILL READ ON OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;: super early flight(1.15am). watched the "ten promises to my dog" on board the plane. cried like some crazy shit ok. even my mom who was 2 seats away could hear me. but seriously, it was damn touching. i encourage you all to watch it.. dont tell you the ending(: but,WHY MUST THE DOG DIE!? ooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AIRPOT PICS. and looks like they were celebrating xmas a little too early leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVMzHXzC7vI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VU8IrfarYSA/s1600-h/PC120275.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVMzkwMLrtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/suT7DPvdbog/s1600-h/PC120276.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM0JmegU8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/I2PiSOHqL4U/s1600-h/PC120275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283624127387685826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM0JmegU8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/I2PiSOHqL4U/s400/PC120275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM05AlOIRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rYImdKjqpIg/s1600-h/PC120276.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM1WlY8YsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/drckwDf90cU/s1600-h/PC120280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283625449945850562" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM1WlY8YsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/drckwDf90cU/s400/PC120280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM2LVMJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAHA/AZ8weYEJbiQ/s1600-h/PC130284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283626356130308418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM2LVMJ4UI/AAAAAAAAAHA/AZ8weYEJbiQ/s400/PC130284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM178krpxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/g9nwmZgWsHg/s1600-h/PC130282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283626091824260882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM178krpxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/g9nwmZgWsHg/s400/PC130282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM1sIyIqEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dBWqLPlLuXA/s1600-h/PC130281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283625820224006210" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM1sIyIqEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dBWqLPlLuXA/s400/PC130281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st place that we went to was the "Temple of Heaven". i think i was really almost dying cos my hands and legs were freaking numb. i thought that my limbs were turning purple and it could break off any time luh. it was just super scary. imagine, dying in china? uh, that's so eeew. and the worst thing was that the so called garden was enormous. i bet it could fit 10 times of china. and my mom said that i love to exaggerate. well, you judge for yourself(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM3VbUIu0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/XzjRlxg9bO0/s1600-h/PC130336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283627629084719938" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM3VbUIu0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/XzjRlxg9bO0/s400/PC130336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok, this is the only pic you're gonna see of me. cos the rest of the pics, i was covering my mouth, or more likely my whole face with the scarf. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next was a trishaw ride. it was freaking cold and i was dumping all sorts of scarfs and hats on me. trust me, beijing's weather is like -5 degrees or something. and the trishaw brought us to a commoner's house. and we made dumplings there. hey. look at the word diganolly left above. dumping, dumplings, dumping, dumplings. hahaha, IT RHYMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM4M0e0RmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Wlprz0ZBSgM/s1600-h/PC130301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283628580733208162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM4M0e0RmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Wlprz0ZBSgM/s400/PC130301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trishaw ride! too cold to talk!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM4V1EniQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zuQdIbHGJuU/s1600-h/PC130311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283628735510579458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM4V1EniQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zuQdIbHGJuU/s400/PC130311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; making the dumplings. mine was horrible. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY: &lt;/strong&gt;woke up at 7am. and compared to my usual near noon awaking time, it was horrible for me. and china's weather made my morning hair look absolutely gross. there's static everywhere ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i forgot all about that place. cos all historical places in china looks the same to me. come on, it's all woody and red;D there, here's that woody place.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM5YkkqrmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QE7wCOKoXs0/s1600-h/PC140391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283629882132835938" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM5YkkqrmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QE7wCOKoXs0/s400/PC140391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look, you see the red door and 2 people bullying me and half of an extra person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silk factory. bored. bored. bored. see, i am trying so hard to keep the post short now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM6BZkwJuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RRCYVG9MwGc/s1600-h/PC140426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283630583555040994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM6BZkwJuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RRCYVG9MwGc/s400/PC140426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pulling the silk. note my mom's expression. idk why too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clay modelling. FUN! cos while making those pottery stuff. the whole clay thingy i was shaping fell off, and worse, onto the ground. and when i finally got it back up the turning thing, my dad had to come to help and he actually made half of the clay drop. oh, and the worst thing was after modelling the clay, we had to wash our hands right. and the tap water was freaking cold. it was around 0 degrees luh. and hey, I AM ALREADY IN WINTER LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM6nK9SvvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2ADEmF6Zhqg/s1600-h/PC140430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283631232466468594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM6nK9SvvI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2ADEmF6Zhqg/s400/PC140430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my mom's pretty good at it. if you dont think so, look at the next pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM7HNt5RvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/y-LC7bsNG0M/s1600-h/PC140431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283631782963005170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM7HNt5RvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/y-LC7bsNG0M/s400/PC140431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeah, and my sis wasnt helping at all. she didnt wanna get her hands dirty. so i had to save that masterpiece of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next part of it was clay painting. we painted the mascots of beijing olympics 2008. aiya, sad that i cant post my creation. it's damn nice ok. cos i signed my name on its stomach. and while trying to paint its fringe, i just had to dip in so much paint and the whole paint fripped down and it looked as though it was crying. yea, A BLACK TEAR some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, and we stayed in a hot spring hotel. and hot spring during winter's nighttime isnt all that enjoyable. you come out in a bathrobe and when you take it off to go into the spring, you just feel like building an igloo. and for me, the hot spring water was too hot, and i lagged in the cold air for quite a long time. uh, i so hate that.there are no pics for this part;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY: &lt;/strong&gt;SKIING! my first experience. my sis got the shuai-est coach over there. mine was a little gay. but at least he didnt laugh when i fell. ONCE ONLY(: and it was on a high slope ok. and there was this tour group member of mine and she couldnt control her speed and she bumped into the fence. and the worst thing was that the fence is quite stretchable. so she just bumped all the was in. aiya, hard to describe here luh. but it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM73b3p2bI/AAAAAAAAAIA/R5T4Ydn-6go/s1600-h/PC150461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283632611395754418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM73b3p2bI/AAAAAAAAAIA/R5T4Ydn-6go/s400/PC150461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the skiing place. or was it just the outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM8Wp043mI/AAAAAAAAAII/Cr0yehIGPgw/s1600-h/PC150464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283633147718196834" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM8Wp043mI/AAAAAAAAAII/Cr0yehIGPgw/s400/PC150464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my sis looked cute in it ok. i was trying to find a pic of me skiing down the ultra high slope to make me look pro. but sad to say, there're only pics of me while i was still trying to learn how to brake. yea, so nah, not showing my pics. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT WALL OF CHINA. i made it to the top! and here's how i got to the top. CABLE CAR+ WALK A LITTLE= TOP OF GREAT WALL OF CHINA! but hey, i was the only from my family that managed to. i even got myself a medal! sad again, cos i cant upload the pics. my medal's damn chio one ok. and btw, great wall of china isnt great AT ALL. it's more like a pile of rocks._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM_EQm6XSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BRRSlmv4ErQ/s1600-h/PC150508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283636130245926178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM_EQm6XSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BRRSlmv4ErQ/s400/PC150508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there, to show you how rocky the place is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JADE FACTORY. bought a jade bracelet. but it's not those type of old-fashioned ones. it's &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for the last part of that day, the tour guide got her friend who manufactures fake branded bags and wallets to come to our hotel. so it was like there was an illegal gathering in one of our hotel rooms. i bought a coach bag and a chanel wallet. but they were all fake ones anyway. but they were still ex lor. but he claimed that the real ones were much more expensive. and there was a big joke. there's this 18 year old guy in my tour group and while saying CONDOINIUM, he said CONDOMINIUM. hah, and we were all like, 'oh...so that's what's in your head ah...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there was this weird conversation that i happened to recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY: only pigs eat nuts.&lt;br /&gt;DAD: so you want it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;JOY: no, you eat it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CLAIRE: hah, you're a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JOY: daddy, if you're gonna be dead and you can only choose one of these. 1. kiss mummy one last time. 2. eat 1kg of peanuts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DADDY: peanuts. *jokes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CLAIRE: YOU'RE A BAD PIG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahaha, that last sentence was so funny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; or is it just me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY: &lt;/strong&gt;SUMMER PALACE. again, one of those boring historical places of china. anw, we played catching in there to keep ourselves warm. we refers to me, claire, celine(17), sara(15), matthew(18). yea, i rmbered the 1st time i saw them i thought that they were those matured people. so was super surprised that they played too luh. even the tour guide and my parents joined in. hah, WE NEED WARMTH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNADDDDFqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/85gllFQDIHw/s1600-h/PC160532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283637208937600674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNADDDDFqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/85gllFQDIHw/s400/PC160532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNAOlShAUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qDj4sjPJ_NA/s1600-h/PC160538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283637407107842370" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNAOlShAUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qDj4sjPJ_NA/s400/PC160538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNBOIUh2wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WNlWzTJ4yog/s1600-h/PC160542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283638498843286274" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNBOIUh2wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WNlWzTJ4yog/s400/PC160542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNBXorWOWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HwINWsAX9BI/s1600-h/PC160553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283638662147750242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNBXorWOWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HwINWsAX9BI/s400/PC160553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUCK was the main dish for lunch. i hate eating animals. and fyi, the only animals i eat are chicken, fish and pork. so i was totally disgusted when they cut the duck right behing me luh. EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW. there's a picture of that too. but i told you already, THE PICS CANT BE UPLOADED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNCbCO5oLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s1zNueiDh0s/s1600-h/PC160561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283639820058992818" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNCbCO5oLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s1zNueiDh0s/s400/PC160561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW! then we went shopping. i bought a magic set. and i think my new interest is MAGIC! i plan to join a magic school or something;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we went haagadaz(sp?) cos we were cold. i hate cold weathers. neither do i like hot weathers. i like normal weathers. yes, normal. hmm, maybe i should have cut short that whole phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNDYQ-Q9GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6XSF_H1PZ0E/s1600-h/PC160582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283640871987770466" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNDYQ-Q9GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6XSF_H1PZ0E/s400/PC160582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and that was what we ate. YUMMY;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then dinner was KFC. and this time it was not bcos we were cold or anything. it was bcos we were hot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;started to bcome closer to the 3 kids and went over to their room to play cards. but the next night was even more interesting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY: &lt;/strong&gt;at night, we played blind mice in the hotel room. it was damn fun. but the best part was truth or dare. celine had to knock on someone else's room and go ROOM SERVICE with the china slang. so it turned out to be ROOMA SABICE. then afterthat, it's like we would all run back to the room and laugh uncontrobally. but the best was matthew's. he had to do the banana dance. and no offence, but it was seriously gay. the way he did the turn banana. hahahahaha;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fengshui place. and it was freaking cold. and that's how we looked in the super chio masks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNEXZLwikI/AAAAAAAAAJI/iSZd8vsSt6E/s1600-h/PC170598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283641956523608642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNEXZLwikI/AAAAAAAAAJI/iSZd8vsSt6E/s400/PC170598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theme park was today too. but it wasnt that fun cos of the weather. and while i was walking, i was looking at some rides at the same time, and guess what, i knocked into a rock. pics again. cant be UPLOADED! someone help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNE4yZypHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wRDQTYR9psk/s1600-h/PC170611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283642530229036146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNE4yZypHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wRDQTYR9psk/s400/PC170611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see if you can spot me on the ride behind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNFhpGsRrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8JUtQq_xmQA/s1600-h/PC170621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283643232107644594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNFhpGsRrI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8JUtQq_xmQA/s400/PC170621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNFq1-1FhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UVcUoguKTQI/s1600-h/PC170635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283643390183151122" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNFq1-1FhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UVcUoguKTQI/s400/PC170635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNHoqSiG5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/klpRvuZBehc/s1600-h/PC170645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283645551708085138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNHoqSiG5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/klpRvuZBehc/s400/PC170645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ooooh, we all have big boobs! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNH9R6TNJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CqWMToil5BM/s1600-h/PC170647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283645905941247122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNH9R6TNJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CqWMToil5BM/s400/PC170647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY: &lt;/strong&gt;shopping all day long today. wanted a pair of boots. but apparently, my leg couldnt fit in the biggest size for women in china. and after a long long time, i found a pair! so it was s$150. which means that i will treasure it for life. my sis got one too. hers white, and mine's black.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to a place that could bargain one. then i tested my bargaining skills for the first time! 180 YUAN TO 65 YUAN! the saleslady was freaking pissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;last dinner. CHOI! last dinner in beijing luh. and when we were taking a lift to go up to the restaurant, sara went wah, high class restaurant. and her dad was like, wah, high up leh. funny right.and there was this person who would help you tie a red string round your wrist to wish you good luck. there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNIHfMr9SI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Z5sljNC2awU/s1600-h/PC170655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283646081306719522" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVNIHfMr9SI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Z5sljNC2awU/s400/PC170655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and lastly, can anyone tell me of you have actually finished your homework? i think that i am really dying here. i am still left with almost 3 books to read! and a pile of unfinished homework. argh, someone please helpD:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-4857128553940953113?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4857128553940953113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=4857128553940953113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4857128553940953113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4857128553940953113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-beijingd-this-post-is-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SVM0JmegU8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/I2PiSOHqL4U/s72-c/PC120275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-6906823256941390131</id><published>2008-12-11T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:43:02.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was the best performance in my life. seriously, a dance performance. it's just so different from the usual piano concerts where i feel like sleeping as i play the never ending pieces. yeah, so pictures of yesterday's concert are below. but anw, would like to post about yesterday in words first;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during yesterday's morning rehearsal, guess what. it was freaking horrible.&lt;br /&gt;1) we had to wear this santa hat and while dancing, the furry ball at the tip of the hat dropped right in front of my right eye. yes, i even thought that the hat was gonna drop.&lt;br /&gt;2) my bra was dropping! i dont know why luh. maybe it was too loose or maybe my thing shrank. eeew, stop making think about how horrifying that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there were 2 performances; afternoon one, and a night one. shall just talk about the night one cos that was far more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;so my dance was the finale item. and we were supposed to be super high. i think i managed to do it:D then the last part of the dance where we have to skip round a circle with our hands high in the air, i didnt really exactly know when the song will end. so i just kept skipping and skipping and shit. i was in the front of the circle. like great...it was awful. cos the song ended and everyone jumped and i lagged like some idiot before i actually jumped with a oooh!&lt;br /&gt;then the very last part, we had to jump off the stage. i was really scared ok. the stage was damn high luh. wonder which weirdo requested for us to jump down it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the MAIN THING FOR THE WHOLE CONCERT. GONNA WRITE THIS IN CAPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY HIPHOP TEACHER PROPOSED!!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS WAS HOW HE SAID IT. " THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING HERE TONIGHT. MAKING THIS SUCH A SUCESSFUL NIGHT. BUT WITHOUT THIS PERSON, I COULDNT HAVE DONE THIS." AND WE ALL WENT OOOOOHH. " SHE IS NONE OTHER THAN MY DANCE PARTNER WHO IS MY REAL LIFE GIRLFRIEND. " GIRLFRIEND WHO WAS BESIDE HIM BLUSHES.."TO SUPPORT ME IN MY PASSION, SHE HAS ACTUALLY LEARNED HIPHOP FROM ME AS MY STUDENT. TONIGHT I WOULD LIKE TO ASK HER ONE QN THAT WOULD LAST A LIFETIME" WE ALL GO OOOOOH AGAIN. THEN HE KNEELED DOWN AND TOOK OUT A RING. AND HE WENT WOULD YOU MARRY ME? HIS GIRLFRIEND CRIED AND NODDED. AWWW, SO SWEET RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-6906823256941390131?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6906823256941390131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=6906823256941390131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6906823256941390131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6906823256941390131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-was-best-performance-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-4281709723713638002</id><published>2008-12-09T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:36:05.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sis and i have endless things to talk about. it's like we enter the room at 10pm and we can actually talk for 2 hours. and sleep aroung 12+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, here was part of our somewhat conversation last night.&lt;br /&gt;ME: ouch, something went into my eye. (really really pain)&lt;br /&gt;CLAIRE: huh? what is it?&lt;br /&gt;ME: um, a stone?&lt;br /&gt;CLAIRE: laughs*&lt;br /&gt;ME: you're laughing when a stone is in my eye?&lt;br /&gt;CLAIRE: need me to tell mummy?&lt;br /&gt;ME: ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the living room:&lt;br /&gt;CLAIRE: mummy, there's a stone in joy's eye.&lt;br /&gt;MUM: ask her what type of stone it is. maybe we can sell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the room:&lt;br /&gt;JOY: dripping eyedrop*&lt;br /&gt;CLAIRE: mummy ask you to check what stone it is. maybe it's a sapphire or ruby stone.&lt;br /&gt;JOY: laughs, and drips eyedrop somewhere near her nostrils* IT'S A BIG STONE OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, that was it;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-4281709723713638002?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4281709723713638002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=4281709723713638002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4281709723713638002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4281709723713638002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sis-and-i-have-endless-things-to.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-4106301430311403904</id><published>2008-12-09T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:16.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel really accomplished today. cos i just started on my HOMEWORK! yes, just finished 2 jianbaos. and i think i plan to stop here for today. maybe try to read sanguoyanyi or something later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. actually, i cant believe that i will be sec 3 next year. it's like i was just sec one last year ok. and i was still thinking 'how would it be like to be in upper sec'. seriously, WHY DOES TIME PASS SO FAST!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, shall start being OPTIMISTIC;D i will be going to beijing this friday! and the worst thing is that the flight is at 1.15AM. i really hate it cos the lights will be dimmed and i will still be trying to watch my movies, or when i'm bored, play POKEMON. and when i try to on my spot light, i realise that i am really in the limelight. yes, cos apparently, it's usually me, and only me, who switches on the light in the whole plane. well, maybe half a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my dad is flying through BUSINESS class. while we're flying through economic class. well, that's bcos there's no more seats in the economy class. anw, i have already discussed with my sis that we will just pretend to walk walk around and OOOPs, we accidentally end up in the business class! and we actually happen to see our dad. and we will be talking to him the whole trip, probably sitting in one of those business class seats. ;D yea, GOOD IDEA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-4106301430311403904?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4106301430311403904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=4106301430311403904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4106301430311403904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4106301430311403904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-really-accomplished-today.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2709660402220026103</id><published>2008-12-07T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:41:31.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHA;D my dad just fell for the hair trick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2709660402220026103?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2709660402220026103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2709660402220026103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2709660402220026103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2709660402220026103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahahahahahad-my-dad-just-fell-for-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-5162773241856178878</id><published>2008-12-06T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:02:26.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was probably one of the WORST day of my life. maybe i should create a song called worst day of my life. there, here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around a half past 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i give up. i was actually trying to copy the tune of "best day of my life" by Jesse Mccartney. but it was just too difficult luh. ok, dumb;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, just a brief post about yesterday. ok, shall give you all clues first.&lt;br /&gt;1) It was the 1st time people treated me as though i was a freak, or worse, a weirdo. wait, a freak is worse. nvm, they're around the same anw.&lt;br /&gt;2) It was the 1st time I got rejected by so many many people&lt;br /&gt;3) It was the 1st time people that i felt that invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any idea? no? fine then, i shall reveal the truth....hahah, dont you think that there's a mysterious feeling? AHAHAHAHAH;D you dont? I DO! ok, side-tracked. anw, I WENT TO DISTRIBUTE FLYERS! maybe there's no need for an exclaimation mark, cos it isnt any great thing or whatsoever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up at 9.30, as stated in the 1st line of MY song. then i ended up waiting for crystal(senior) at the mrt, cos apparently, she had a sudden stomachache and had to SHIT. yea, SHIT. then we went to collect the flyers from spongebob's friend, PATRICK. he's damn nice. idk why too actually. just the 1st impression lor.&lt;br /&gt;then aft collecting the flyers, we went to orchard road to distribute. and you dont know how many people didnt wanna take it luh. initially, i thought that the caucasians would be the warm people who would take it. but MOST OF THEM DIDNT. argh, i realised that the nicest people ever are actually the lao ah peis and little children. some middle-aged people, like AHEM and AHEM. didnt even bother to take it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;we were sweating like some crazy shit already. so we walked and gave out the flyers while trying to look for a new place. TADA! we found it. there was this subway where people would come out from the mrt or something. and there were many flyer distributors too. and best of all, there were AIRCONS! not just the aircon, but the real aircon machine! so yeah luh, i was standing there. but hey, i was doing my utmost best ok.&lt;br /&gt;we manged to finish the first 1000 pieces or something within 2hours. hah, so proud leh:O&lt;br /&gt;so we went back to collect more to do. this time, we stood at the entrance of the escalator leading from the mrt. and my lucky star came; A RANDOM WOMAN! yea, random, but lucky. cos she said she needed us to distribute such stuffs too. and guess what, it's TEN PER HOUR. like hello? was i dreaming or what? :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;then my unlucky star came; A RANDOM WOMAN! a different woman this time. she said we couldnt give out flyers there. so we had to just move out and walk in the blazing hot sun. and if crystal and i were real potato chips, i bet we would make a good barbercued flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole thing, we walked to SMU to see the first random woman. then after that, we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here's a funny thing. the train was so packed that crystal went up first. then i was like oh shit, you sure you want me to go in there? cos it was like super near to the door and the door could slam me when it closed. anw, i decided to go in. but guess what, MY SHOES DROPPED OUT! and it nearly fell into the hole to the track. and i lagged. cos i was shocked. anw, i didnt really dare to touch my shoe to pick it up cos i was afraid with a single touch, it would really drop in. so i lagged for an even longer time. wth luh. anw, i picked it up in the end and entered the mrt..ok, people were laughing. SO WHAT? so i was dying. SO WHAT? so i needed a place to hide. SO WHAT? there wasnt any good hiding place? SO WHAT? in conclusion, back to point one, i was still dying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, tmr's japanese exam, WISH ME LUCK:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-5162773241856178878?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5162773241856178878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=5162773241856178878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/5162773241856178878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/5162773241856178878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-was-probably-one-of-worst-day.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-5490415583789256576</id><published>2008-11-30T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:10:31.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i gave 10% of my salary for the month of november to my mom and dad. and mind you! it's 10% EACH. heh, i feel so filial now. and not to mention that the note that came along with the money i gave was being signed off as JOYAWLEXUANyourfilialdaughter. hahahahahah:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i just got a new job thanks to my aunt. yea, calling you an aunty makes you sound really old leh. but I LIKE IT! so my AUNTY recommended me this distributing flyers job. and i thought that it could be another working experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's sunday! and i finally finished reading my xiao dou dou book(: a gazillion cheers for me! yipyip hooray! yipyip hooray! and so on. you can try tying them all out and giving it to me as a christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maid had just left for one week. and i think that i am really dying. washing my own clothes is super tiring. it's like you stand at the basin scrubbing a piece of cloth over and over again. and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze. ok, maybe talking about washing of clothes isnt that interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. bye;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-5490415583789256576?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5490415583789256576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=5490415583789256576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/5490415583789256576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/5490415583789256576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-gave-10-of-my-salary-for-month-of.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-5196832683415466539</id><published>2008-11-29T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:02:19.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO! did i scare you? anw, HI:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, i like the way i just started my post;D ok, enough of crapping. i just feel so relieved now. cos i accidentally made the internet explorer's screen to a really weird one. and i finally resolved the problem. well, maybe it wasnt accidentally. cos i did purposely press a random button which i thought looked quite interesting. hah, note to self: never click any buttons in the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was guitar concert(: yea, finally, it's over. it's like we have been practising for 3 whole weeks; EVERYDAY! anw, hope that you all enjoyed it though my family said that it was boring. but qingkang was fascinated by the whole concert, or was he just comforting...&lt;br /&gt;oh, the main part of the whole concert was that, the guitar costume was plain disgusting. it's ahma orangey colour.(no offence to anyone who likes orange, or worse, is called orange) and the pants were like covering my bellybutton. in other words, it's super high. and the necklace, scarf and flower brooch just had to make my day worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one last thing, while changing ysterday, i put my handphone on top of the toilet roll. and i told myself, i will, i will, i will, i will remeber to take it with me. after changing, when i was hanging my clothes on the hanger in the cubicle, i still rmbered to look at my phone and tell myself tot ake it later when i get out. and yea, guess what? I TOOK IT! nah, just kidding. i actually left it in the toilet cubicle. stupid me0: anw, two kind people actually helped me! maybe it was bcos my phone was screaming in the toilet. hey wait. phones dont scream. oh! maybe they talked and thus was heard. hey, they dont talk either. so trisha and jacqueline passed it back to me through zhidan, i think. anw, thanks to all of you for hearing my phone's voice! ok, stop that now, joy. "ok" joy replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bye" joy says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-5196832683415466539?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5196832683415466539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=5196832683415466539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/5196832683415466539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/5196832683415466539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/boo-did-i-scare-you-anw-hid-heh-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8243487834805922651</id><published>2008-11-27T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:43:12.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am back to blogging again;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i will be free from torture after tmr; after the guitar concert(:&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i will be going to beijing and it's freaking cold there now. negative degree. so maybe if a add a times to it, it can be positive! and i'll not freeze there._. see, i still rmber a little algebra from this year ok.&lt;br /&gt;negative x negative= positive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, the best part about this tour for me would be the theme park. it's said that it is the biggest theme park in china with an area of 1000000km2.. and i was so excited to the extent that i actually went to research on that theme park and copied down all the rides, giving a description to it. so i was thinking that if history could be changed to theme park, i would definitely score in it.&lt;br /&gt;i just get sooooo excited when rides are mentioned:D ahhhhhh. i'm getting a little too high now.....oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye:D gonna think about all sorts of roller coasters now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8243487834805922651?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8243487834805922651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8243487834805922651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8243487834805922651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8243487834805922651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-back-to-blogging-againd-anw-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2217311798040438803</id><published>2008-11-22T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:12:51.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today during hiphop, we were preparing for the concert. and we were pratising the coming onto the stage part. so it was pure stupid. the teacher asked us to raise our hands and scream and shout and skip about. well, in simple term, ACT-HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty surprised by my mom who was sitting at the side. she screamed and waved her arms wildly. even the teacher was like, wah. you should join leh. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i tried ok. you should have seen how many people there were. ok luh, not that many. about 10. or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, gonna practise that part now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOHOOOHOOOOOHOOOOOHOOOOOHOOOOOOH!!! (joy skips off)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2217311798040438803?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2217311798040438803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2217311798040438803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2217311798040438803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2217311798040438803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-during-hiphop-we-were-preparing.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-961120464598345654</id><published>2008-11-22T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:08:55.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it seems that i dont have anything to blog about these few days. sigh. but finally....I HAVE SOMETHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i was looking through the classified and came across this "SALES AGENT FOR NEW M&amp;amp;M COOKIES". yeah, i thought of trying it out so i sent an email. then afterthat, i passed the 1st round of interview, which is through the qns i have to reply through email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the interviewer asked me to meet at toa payoh's mcdonalds for a face-to-face interview. i was thinking "oh, so they dont even have an office. what a nice interview. wow." anw, i went with my family. not my whole family, only my dad, mom and sis. wait, that's my whole family just tht it's not that whole whole family. get it? ok. stopping here. yea, i asked them along to make sure that i was ok as i was afraid of getting kidnapped, IN MACDONALDS. ok, maybe that was a dumb idea but still it was kinda scary right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i passed the face-to-face interview. hey, i prepared ok. then she started showing me this price list. it says that i have to buy the box of products and then sell it. plus, i have to pay a registration fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i discussed with my parents who sat away from me to give me transparent support. and they concluded that i shouldnt. cos it's like there's NO PROFIT. well, not exactly. but not much. so i think this job is not suited for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i think i really acted confident during the whole thing. and maybe acted funny too. but it was sucessful ok. at least she laughed. hahahahahahah:D yeah, that was her's. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA:D that's mine. look, it's much nicer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-961120464598345654?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/961120464598345654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=961120464598345654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/961120464598345654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/961120464598345654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-seems-that-i-dont-have-anything-to.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8186648181704394615</id><published>2008-11-19T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:32:31.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GUITAR'S BORING.  i just realised that i really really have nothing to blog about these few days. all thanks to guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love posting short posts:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8186648181704394615?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8186648181704394615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8186648181704394615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8186648181704394615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8186648181704394615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/guitars-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-4724807065058996936</id><published>2008-11-15T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:26:04.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, since everyone is complaining tht my blog posts are too long, i have thus decided to cut short whatever i intend to write, &lt;strong&gt;which is such a devastating thing&lt;/strong&gt;. ooops, i shouldnt have wrote that bolded phrase cos it's not necessary. and by writing this, i'm not writing short posts anymore:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, i'll just try(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom just passed me and she went"short paras, joy". see mummy, I KNOW WHAT IS SHORT OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i think i will just post something regarding um, the bbq at my place:D yuh, so i think the main person for that whole event was...THE SECURITY GUARD! cos he's awful, and horrible, and terrible and vegetable;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when we were at the bbq pit, he suddenly came over to all of us and went like"OI, KEEP YOUR POKER CARDS. STOP GAMBLING." like wth luh. we were not even gambling. but he insisted that we MUST keep the cards cos some residents from their balcony complained about us. HELLO? WHO HAS THAT GOOD AN EYESIGHT TO SPOT STUFFS 1000000M BELOW THEIR PUNY EYES. anw, we kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that wasnt the end of it cos he started to ask for the resident's name and unit no. ;MY NAME!!! and our school and stuff. he didnt know how to spell ANGLICAN! and he continued by saying tht he was gonna file a report or something. but nothing has happened till today. dumb shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, the playground was fun! everyone squeezed up the seesaw. and poor vigi fell. and the weird thing is tht she laughed till she cried. woah, like how normal is that? VERY!*unknown replies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am really having trouble writing short paras so i am gonna end here cos i'm getting frustrated about having to strech my right pinky to the enter key every second or so. so bye:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-4724807065058996936?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4724807065058996936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=4724807065058996936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4724807065058996936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4724807065058996936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-since-everyone-is-complaining-tht-my.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8747450645942489794</id><published>2008-11-14T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:53:34.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;have you ever felt that you have been trying but the other party is just not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8747450645942489794?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8747450645942489794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8747450645942489794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8747450645942489794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8747450645942489794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-you-ever-felt-that-you-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-4481781446832171066</id><published>2008-11-10T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:29:30.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today was the last day of my work at the so called factory zhiyan introduced me to. anw, i am actually kinda glad cos that job is GIANTLY BORING. hah, new vocab i learned from my baby cousin. giantly is greater than extremely(:&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i was closing my eyes when i was screwing. heh, sounds wrong. but anw, TMR'S THE BBQ! just a reminder for anyone who actually bothers reading my blog. ok, my life these days are really boring. nvm, i shall talk about sunday;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fann, charlene and me went to subway for breakfast. and here were some events that took place that made us look kinda stupidO.o&lt;br /&gt;1) the sign at the door was "CLOSED". but we wanted to get in so badly. so we lagged at the door for a really long time, cos none of them wanted to ask the person at the counter. anw, dont know who was the brave, courageous, selfless person that went to ask the person,"Can we come in to sit first?" wow, i really wonder who this person is. OMG. ISNT THAT JUST ME?? hah:D so i didnt hear the guy's reply, so i said HUH in a really aunty way. trust me. so we went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) we placed our orders after a really long time at the counter and the guy took out a really long bread. and i was like"woah, real long leh" then fann was like"yuhyuh,really long" in a damn sarcastic manner. her appetite is huge, that's why. but the bread was really like__________________________that. just a million times longer. ok, anw, the guy CUT THE BREAD INTO HALF. and fann got a shock. stupid(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) then came the choosing of vegetables. fann chose loads. she was like, i want this. and the guy would move on to the sauces. and she would go, and this too. then the whole cycle repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) we finally sat down to it. YAY:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) charlene was telling us something from a particular movie. and she tried to act angmoh. which sounded really really weird. and she kept repeating the first three words"ON THE FIRST DAY" ok, four. then we would start laughing. maybe, this is called the on the first day cycle. hah, what's with me and cycles? bicycle,,tricycle,,quadruplecycle,,hah, funny!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) then i think we sat there and talked for ages. the person at the counter was still observing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i nearly fell. cos when fann sat next to me, she kept laughing and holding my WHOLE arm plus shoulder and would just sway VIOLENTLY. i nearly toppled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's night time already. argh, just cut short the whole thing. so the next part now:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARINA SQUARE:&lt;br /&gt;1) once we stepped in to marina square, i was like pointing to a shop and saying "hey, cova leh" and i really knew that shop ok. and fann was like pointing to some random shop eg. macdonalds and she went"hey. macdonalds leh" dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)charlene went up the escalator by herself and tried to walk the other way. and not to mention a little weird shrieks here and there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)ACTION CITY. we experimented with everything in the shop. and the worst was THE MAGIC CANDY. it was this freaking box with sweets in it labelled magic candy. i thought it was real so i pressed the sides where the word OPEN was written. and guess what, I GOT ELECTROCUTED. i think i made a really weird scream/noise. and charlene kana too. how dumb can she get luh. i already got it. and she actually went to press it(:&lt;br /&gt;A CHICKEN. yes, this chicken. when you press it, it would make a chicken sound. sounds like the sound when you kill the chicken. oh, and it was a dead chicken. well, maybe i'm really righ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) PRECIOUS MOMENTS. we browsed through almost all the cards. and there was this card that i really loved. it says mr blahblah is waiting for you. press here. and you're supposed to press this circle. and when you open the card, there's this squirky thing. and it says, ooops! mr blahblah was a mosquito!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA:D now, who wants that card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, it's getting really late, so i shant go on and on and on. GOOD NIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-4481781446832171066?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4481781446832171066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=4481781446832171066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4481781446832171066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4481781446832171066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-today-was-last-day-of-my-work-at-so.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-1598659621118666851</id><published>2008-11-09T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:20:06.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi(:&lt;br /&gt;the bbq is in TWO days time. and here're the food that will be prepared:&lt;br /&gt;1)spaghetti 2)sushi 3)criss cross fries 4)seaweed chicken 5)marshmallows 6)honey chicken wings 7)potato chips 8)random tidbits 9)sausages&lt;br /&gt;i think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, anw, my point is that JUST TRY TO COME OK. it's alright if you'll be late or what. but i really think that you should just try to make an effort to come luh. dont be so badD: seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-1598659621118666851?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1598659621118666851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=1598659621118666851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1598659621118666851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1598659621118666851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-bbq-is-in-two-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2536205725662185967</id><published>2008-11-08T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:28:24.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, dedication time:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANZU: yes, anzu. well, i got this impression that you were some act cute shit cos the first time i saw you was on facebook. and you had tht really act cute face. and your chinese name is BINGBING;D anw, i rmbered you saying tht my voice is super girly and i think tht was the first thing you said to me. yuh, thn the worst thing you did to me was when you actually pulled me and dragged me all over the classroom when you wanted me to buy BAND tickets. thnks luh. so you're pretty violent;second impression. so let's stay friends. good friends...good friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRIS: well, you're smart. and intelligent. and bright. and learned. and everything that has a positive meaning for your brain and the cells in it. teach me your secret! so you sat in front of me for 2nd semester and i guess we didnt really talk, cos you were always talking to POHZUN. hah, joking. anw, hope tht you will excel in your studies next year just like you have done this year. jiayous:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANICA: chinese rep(: i think you have a really LOUD voice and thanks for always helping us collect our chinese homework and everything ok. THANKS. see, i'm so sincere tht i wrote tht in caps. anw, god bless in everything you do next year(: oh, and we'll be in the same class next year! omg, 3 years of classmates:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLENE: i cant believe it. i cant believe it. i cant believe it. THAT I AM ACTUALLY FRIENDS WITH YOU! i told you many many times already right, from the start till like a few months ago, i really thought that you were some paikia and gangster. so i wanted to make friends with you but yet didnt dare cos you always had this scary face. anw, i think we became REAL friends through fann. and that was when i changed my impression of you. you're really really nice. actually. omg, i cant believe tht i'm saying this! but seriously, you would actually help people and do your best to help them. and you would care for people and everything. so thanks for being my friend all this time ok. must remember me forever and ever ok. anw, we'll still be meeting in church so it might not be that bad afterall. oh and i would like to add that you're the first friend that really can have a longlong conversation with me and even though there's silence occasionally, it's not awkward. i remember talking to you for 1 whole hour and we didnt even stopped. it's alright if you forgot but i feel that we're really considered as true friends cos we have endless topics to talk about. and that time after chuch at yakun's, it was like we could talk! and not to mention that i really hate one to one outings. it just sooo weird. but i dont know why but it actually seems alright to have it with you. yeah, feel hourned now:D BFFZNNNNNNNN2(: (fann snatched 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL: ok, after reading your dedication to me, i think the storyline for you is actually about the same, you know. that shows that we have FATE! see, the staircase of fate works. ok, anw, i saw you at guitar when we were sec 1 and i was like oh, cheryl's the loud and noisy purple wizard. and didnt wanna make friends with you. i saw you in 2f. yes, you're still that. but a few months ago, i realised that you're actually the loud and funny and crazy and somewhat nice black wizard. black's a nice colour so dont get so upset over it ok. anw, i think you were quite nice to me luh. and maybe you're not that bad as a friend too. so though you're now some smart person who got into triple science, i'll still be your friend:D and i will not play any of my games with you, instead we can play a science quiz on physics. see, i'm so nice, let you win ok. i dont take physics. hahaha. BFFZNNNNNNNN3(: (fann snatched 1 and char snatched 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZHIYAN: ok. decided to be nicer to you since we wont be in the same class anymore. and jap isnt confirmed yet. you know what, actually i was thinking to write just a "HI, BYE" for you. but i think i shall write a proper and longlonglong dedication for you. ok, so since sec 1, we were friends. and we knew each other cos we sat beside each other. so let me start from sec 1...i though that you were quite serious and a little weird but anw, i got to know you better and vice versa. we quarrelled but managed to patch up and maybe that made our friendship stronger. then our journey to jap would always be super funny and as time passes, we seem to be able to read each other minds. as in, you would always know what i was gonna say, most of the time stupid. and i realise that you're one of the few who would understand my nice jokes. eg, there was this malay girl with a bag rmber and i said hey camel. and you got it..maybe we're really fated you know. and i remember that time when the mrt broke down you said you were scared of dying and you would wanna die with your dog.I think i really made you smarter. and we actually bonded quite a lot during jap cos you would always make weird pronounciations for jap and we would start laughing. come to sec 2, i told you already right, i really think you changed. so for a few months, i really really kinda hated you and didnt wanna get close to you at all. but i think i recently decided to just let it go cos we wouldnt be able to talk and see each other so often already. so i will see if i have time to write the 7 page letter if not, maybe till we graduate or something. yeah, thank me for writing such a nice dedication. i actually wanted to write some really you know type. ok luh, hope that we'll stay friends and dont forget me ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, stopping here. really tired. BYE:D not stopping here on purpose or anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2536205725662185967?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2536205725662185967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2536205725662185967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2536205725662185967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2536205725662185967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-dedication-timed-anzu-yes-anzu.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2855954494970177473</id><published>2008-11-06T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:34:10.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, enough of emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;anw, I GOT MY FIRST JOB EXPERIENCE(:&lt;br /&gt;it's called the screw and nut job. yeah, sounds super cool to me. so it's like there's this screw and we have to test out each nut(some wholely stuff). and mind you, IT'S ONE BY ONE. and sort it out and all that. so doing this with melanie and zhiyan was quite alright luh, cos we talked alot. hah:D&lt;br /&gt;so in total, believe it or not. i think we did tested around 4000 nuts!&lt;br /&gt;so i earned my first $22.50(: though i'll be getting my paycheck tmr only..&lt;br /&gt;oh, and melanie is super kind. let me elaborate. you see, i lost a nut and was searching it. and zhiyan went to put her nuts into my bowl): anw, melanie helped me..LOVE YOU MELANIE&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;so i felt really accomplished:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, tmr i'm doing full day(9am to 5pm). i'm sure tht my hands would be aching like crazy. and you know what, my fingers turned PURPLE TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so those who wanna get a job, can do with me. cos i'm finding a NEW JOB:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2855954494970177473?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2855954494970177473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2855954494970177473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2855954494970177473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2855954494970177473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-enough-of-emo-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2491753610442725906</id><published>2008-11-06T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:24:50.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe it. it's like i'm really glad yet really really sad.&lt;br /&gt;so i got into my first choice; bio, core geog and elec elit. yeah, that's it. so i mean it's like suddenly 2f is REALLY REALLY torn apart. and i feel kinda sad. it's like WE'RE THE BESTEST CLASS EVER OK. and i'm also worried about my new class. what if i get outcasted and be some loner? and have no friends at all? PEOPLE VERY SHY ONE OK. so yeah, anw, KEEP IN TOUCH:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2491753610442725906?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2491753610442725906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2491753610442725906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2491753610442725906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/2491753610442725906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-742946299600229019</id><published>2008-11-03T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:14:54.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on sat, i went for this wedding dinner of my relative, my mom's cousin;my aunty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so again, i was playing with kids. and this time, it was really fun. kids are just soo cute luh. there were around 10 of them. and there was this girl who went to curl her hair and add those glitter stuff on her hair and plus her boots, she looked super chio. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, the bride and the groom walked down the aisle and had to go to every table to take photographs. and i was thinking right, if one day i actually had to do that, wouldnt it be so like, um..kinda ps. it's like everyone is focusing on you and your face is everywhere. ok, maybe i'm exaggerating. but still, it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i met up with all my grandpa, grandma, aunties, uncles, cousins, distant aunties, distant uncles, distant cousins, distant people, close people etc. so yea. ok, i think you can actually tell that i'm bored and dont really have much stuff to write about. so shall just end here. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-742946299600229019?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/742946299600229019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=742946299600229019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/742946299600229019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/742946299600229019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-sat-i-went-for-this-wedding-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-1202322015277824888</id><published>2008-11-02T19:34:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:20:38.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i think i shall continue another day. and i posted a pictureful post! though the order is kinda wrong..oh, and those who havent reply if they can make it for the bbq can try to reply asap? thanks:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264042516947459538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2ix3E03dI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tE7C8lxAUPg/s400/DSC00304%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;the 3rd one's the one the teacher helped me. i guess she saw my first attempt(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264042178336546690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2ieJpsX4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/7p1sthROfx4/s400/DSC00302%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;my first attempt to cut the california maki. yes, that pile over there is the type of maki you see in sakae sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2h4e5YWlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gRYjwfEs2Eg/s1600-h/DSC00298%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264041531204459090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2h4e5YWlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gRYjwfEs2Eg/s400/DSC00298%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zhiyan and i at japanese cooking class! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264040968386939346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2hXuPOidI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IOtVEOnh_bs/s400/DSC00290%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;putting cheryl's ezlink on display at classroom's window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264039922928582226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2ga3mh_lI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bJU0_Y3HTxQ/s400/DSC00280%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;an emo pic. cos we were all tired due to the UV rays from the sun:x &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264039318268546242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2f3rEWDMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/C74Z-yx9BaM/s400/DSC00276%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;playing blow wind blow. and cheryl giving this look cos she lost and ended up sitting on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264038033443238562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2es4uHsqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MXiraHkTs2M/s400/DSC00273%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lot of explaination to do for this pic. cos cheryl always like to stretch her arms out while taking pics and thus blocking many many people's faces, she finally got her retribution! fann covered her face. note to self: COVER FANN'S FACE NEXT TIME &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264037360825239426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2eFvBfh4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Y6uvuaev9ZQ/s400/DSC00272%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;FINALLY. a picture of fann. it takes years to get a picture of her. and i am not saying that the camera's technology is that bad that it takes years to snap one pic. literally, you get it? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264036811759513282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2dlxmBbsI/AAAAAAAAAEc/t3s-17sZiPU/s400/DSC00271%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vigi, melanie and vanessa. and who's the odd one out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VIGI! COS SHE'S ACTING COOL. MAYBE ACTING CUTE IS OUTDATED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264036261021947042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2dFt79FKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IFUDIY7Md5c/s400/DSC00270%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at cafe cartel with zhiyan. and look at the right basket. it's hers. just compare the no. of free bread we each took.____. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264035685467495346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2ckN1FG7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/hH7lrtWbr40/s400/DSC00265%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;fann was the camera woman. and i think she cut off zhiyan's face to make the pic nicer:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264034840074812594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2bzAfwfLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4HRPS1ud2ZI/s400/DSC00256%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yingyan and melanie decorating the home ec notice board &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264034336127187218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2bVrJR-RI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SiXeADJzRTA/s400/DSC00242%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; zhiyan became a violinist! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264032877581686834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2aAxo72DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0CPPLZoKCU8/s400/DSC00208%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; guess what's on my sis's teeth(: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264032352333724786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2ZiM8D_HI/AAAAAAAAADs/dUQCrubCRVE/s400/DSC00201%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; at ikea. love that princessy bed&lt;3&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264031555960108690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2Yz2Ny9pI/AAAAAAAAADk/6gxdjOHPiBU/s400/DSC00191%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom's cousin, but more like MY friend. anw, she lost around 10kg by drinking fish soup. so anyone who wanna go on a diet can try that to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264030818699828418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2YI7tP3MI/AAAAAAAAADc/0E80I2X-LTY/s400/DSC00175%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another new friend of mine(: CHERYL'S SISTER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264030177695260530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2Xjnx2X3I/AAAAAAAAADU/u7TQN9D4DAc/s400/DSC00132%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister insisting that her hair my maid helped her tied to school for that day is super chio. &lt;3 id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264029336121438866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2WyorA8pI/AAAAAAAAADM/JEMSyp__4xg/s400/DSC00104%5B1%5D" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;melaniehengxueting! with her new haircut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264028635223984770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2WJ1oCioI/AAAAAAAAADE/l7Tiig5RmDo/s400/DSC00066%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister and me at a friend's party:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264027974950380402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2VjZ6i43I/AAAAAAAAAC8/qLkrjM-Cr7I/s400/DSC00063%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;group picture with some of the kids. the yellow one is the b'day girl and my sis is the 3rd from the left, 1st row! ok, just realised that the order of the pics is kinda wrong. so anw, this's at the party still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264027339286834898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2U-Z4i7tI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ktqto-fBijA/s400/DSC00062%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my new friend that i made at the party;KAILE(: she's super cute right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264026627354275618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2UU9umLyI/AAAAAAAAACs/MvEoOuwYVlQ/s400/DSC00047%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; my sis and her our friend, charmaine, at Joey(another friend)'s b'day party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;playing with kids is really cool luh:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264025856814187186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2ToHPhgrI/AAAAAAAAACk/JUgAv2kidoQ/s400/DSC00037%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister at bugis and being vain by trying on the hats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2SSOFUvBI/AAAAAAAAACU/KbLp1rSQUiA/s1600-h/DSC00009%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264024381181705234" style="WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2SSOFUvBI/AAAAAAAAACU/KbLp1rSQUiA/s400/DSC00009%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dont look at cheryl. hey, i said dont look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-1202322015277824888?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1202322015277824888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=1202322015277824888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1202322015277824888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/1202322015277824888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-i-think-i-shall-continue-another-day.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_F7t4R5Gec5o/SQ2ix3E03dI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tE7C8lxAUPg/s72-c/DSC00304%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-7371799528943836564</id><published>2008-10-31T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:02:51.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANOTHER TEST! -.-&lt;br /&gt;thanks fann.&lt;br /&gt;100 qns quiz!&lt;br /&gt;(started at 8.17pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping till late hours and lazing in bed after opening my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i learned my lesson ever since my previous phone got overheated cos i left it on for months and months and years and years and so on.&lt;br /&gt;03. What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;i was still sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;04. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;JUST.while watching the 7pm show on channel 8 and the girl(shanshan) backed out and gave her blessings to this couple.&lt;br /&gt;05. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;um, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;06. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;a fairy godmother who can grant me whatever i want at any point in time.&lt;br /&gt;07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;it depends on what i am wearing and whether it just so happens that i actually have an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;08. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF:D&lt;br /&gt;09. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;my primary school pe shorts.&lt;br /&gt;10. What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;wait ah, let me check...there're too many(: but for today: keith-thx joy! omg...you're so nice. hah, i got him a ticket luh. and thanks, i know i'm nice:D&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;if everyone around me is simple and just wanna enjoy life and not make things difficult, i would greatly appreciate it and just make an uncomplicated relationship. but in life, there're just some people...&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;nope, i'm not that poor to actually do that yet.&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;high school musical 3, with my mom and sis.&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;my music certificates:D hey, i'm just trying to be truthful what.. this qn didnt ask me to be humble or anything. and my chinese results! cos i dont really speak chinese at home, yet...!&lt;br /&gt;15. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;it's by fann, saying" I used to use hah, bt thn i realise that e looks nicer thn a. so yea. and im the cool one okay.heh.heh.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why i have such a dumb friend.&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;cheryl's choir song when she was in primary school. she was trying to teach me how to sing from my diaphragm.&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;uh yes, LOADS. but to play safe, shall just copy fann's. LEXUAN.&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last received text message say?&lt;br /&gt;fann: wth, you farted agn?! Anw, i suggest go buy ice frm the sour shop to coolen ur super hot hse. AND, im popular okay.&lt;br /&gt;ok, and the whole thing is too long. so nvm.&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;1am. couldnt sleep cos of my feet. it just didnt feel right.&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i think so. cos i just informed the class about the bbq. actually right, i took a long time to think if i should, you know. cos i was thinking what if the thing doesnt go well and sorts. but anw, many pple said do lah, do lah. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;my mom. seriously. i bet she was a counsellor in her past life.&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;i love whipped cream. but i certainly wont do something as gross as that.&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;quite a no. of people. but the last one was my dad. he was supposed to fetch me from kembangan mrt after the bbq. but we were at different sides of the station so i called him.&lt;br /&gt;24. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;YES, the 2f bbq. i just hope that it's alright. oh and the fact that im alone at home is bugging me too..&lt;br /&gt;25. What/who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF:D when i was crying over the show, i realised that i was stupid and started laughing at myself.&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;never ever. i think that they are weird. and ugly. and hideous. and horrible. offence to people who are still wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;my mom. guitar ended at an amazingly late hour. so she had to go out with her friend. so she called me, but i missed it. anw, she told me that the key is in the top right drawer of the shoe rack in the brown boots. and in it is a pouch. there's the key. HEY! DONT BREAK INTO MY HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;yes, when everyone was waiting for the sweet potato to be barbercued and no one wanted to go to the playground.&lt;br /&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;people who put on a fake front and try to be nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;um, i mean, any normal girl will have a crush.&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;nopeO.o&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;pink and purple. it's my fav colours. so i got my maid to paint it that!&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollar?&lt;br /&gt;nope, cos that gruesome sight would live in me for my entire life and not even money could help me forget it.&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying : talk is cheap?&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's what my mom always says to me. just that she says it in a more profound way.&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF, i was the last to wake up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;my sister. cos i said i needed a hug.&lt;br /&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;nope. i didnt kiss anyone recently.&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;YESS!&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever think someone died, when they really didnt die?&lt;br /&gt;is this a trick qn to see if i have a life?&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;i dont have one.&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;myself. i was in an adventure camp and i won! and the prize was a lantern. i am really really serious.&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled.&lt;br /&gt;just. when i was trying to smile weirdly in front of a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;yes and no. cos sec 1 wasnt really my true true self. and now, i think it's my true self. but maybe i changed. definitely more matured!&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening right now?&lt;br /&gt;the sound the irritating FAN is making.&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;nope. as i said, I AM ALONE NOW! AND I HAVENT SIGNED IN TO MSN.&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;both. sometimes, i play the close eye game with my sister. it's actually a game of trust. cos you have to close your eye and the other person will lead you through. and mind you, we play this in shopping centres so ofter we lose trust in each other.&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;yes, 'I AM LUCKY ENOUGH TO BE ABLE TO BREATHE, EAT, DRINK, MOBILISE, TALK, SMILE, LAUGH, ETC.'&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone you cannot have?&lt;br /&gt;what do you mean by cannot have? it has a lot of different meanings. like i cannot have that person cos i hate him, so why on earth would i want him? ok, this's confusing.&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;MANY. piano, violin, guzheng, guitar, harmonica, flute, yangqin, triangle, organ, okawarina(?), drums. OMG, IS THAT REALLY ME?&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the worst idea you've had in this week?&lt;br /&gt;dying. due to the extreme heat from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;51. What are you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;br /&gt;walking into the lift to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;dont have one(:&lt;br /&gt;53. What song best describe your love life?&lt;br /&gt;I SAID I DONT HAVE ONE!&lt;br /&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;OK, IT'S GETTING STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;55. Who always make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;chinese, japanese, french, malay.&lt;br /&gt;57. Favourite website(s)?&lt;br /&gt;devilisshangel.blogspot.com and &lt;a href="http://www.viwawa.com/"&gt;www.viwawa.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/"&gt;www.neopets.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;AW&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;go for dance class and theory class. oh shit, havent completed my theory work!&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY AND NICE(:&lt;br /&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;someone i hate. i wont wanna sabo someone i love right. awww, so thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;in school. CCA. and bedok south. BUY BRAS. i love halternecks!&lt;br /&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;audition, used to.. neopets, seldom.. viwawa, occasionally. hey, people matured already luh.&lt;br /&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;everyone! I AM ALONE!!&lt;br /&gt;65. If you have to choose between friend and love, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a love now. so it will obviously be a friend.&lt;br /&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;doing this quiz whole heartedly. and trying to beat fann's time record.(2h45min)&lt;br /&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;NGEE ANN PRIMARY:D&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;br /&gt;PINK, PURPLE, white(:&lt;br /&gt;69. What emotion you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;any emotion that doesnt include closing the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;br /&gt;enjoying every second&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;write it in my secret diary with a cool lock.&lt;br /&gt;72. Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;br /&gt;didnt go on msn today. i'm starting to think that msn is kinda lame.&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;uh, my sis.&lt;br /&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;though they asked for the month only, im gonna write my date too. for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;19 JULY!!&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;tired and 75% accomplished. get it? 75th qn!&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;8.52 and 8.54. reading the time from 2 clocks luh. but follow the first one!&lt;br /&gt;77. What kind of person do u think the one who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;pale, average in height and weight, not really funny.&lt;br /&gt;78.What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;dark brown, the other time. planning to dye again. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;cos im tagged by the un-funny fann.&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;talk to my secret diary. the one with the cool lock.&lt;br /&gt;81. At which age you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;25! cos my mom got married at 26, so i must must must, be earlier than her!&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;my LOVED ones.&lt;br /&gt;83. If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;ask my fairy godmother to not name any days of the week "today"&lt;br /&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;my sister, CLAIRE AW YIXUAN. i bet she's gonna be so touched and guilty when she reads this.&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i saw it when i was in tasmania. up in the mountain. freaking cold! so i didnt dare to pop my head out of the car to see the rainbow.. but anw, i saw it through the camera!&lt;br /&gt;86. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;to have a fairygodmother&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;lose weight and get into my desired class&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;yupps(:&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;the feeling when i'm laughing uncontrably.&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you really think its Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;yes, its so hot these days! i had to take off, ok, nvm...&lt;br /&gt;91. What feeling do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;when water vapour condenses onto my skin. and i'm talking about HOT WATER VAPOUR, PERSPIRATION!&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;YES, really. i do.&lt;br /&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm a christian.&lt;br /&gt;94. Who cares for you most?&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;to have people who love you and people whom you love in your life.&lt;br /&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;my fairy godmother.&lt;br /&gt;97. What have you done regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;up till now, i dont think i have any(:&lt;br /&gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;SAD, DEPRESSED, LONELY, HEARTBROKEN, DEVASTATED, HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, VEGETABLE, AND OTHER WORDS TO DESCRIBE SADNESS.&lt;br /&gt;99. What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;three-timed him back.&lt;br /&gt;100. How do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;accomplished, i finally finished this test. and most importantly, i think the time i took can be in the world's record!(44 min)&lt;br /&gt;(ended at 9.01pm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-7371799528943836564?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7371799528943836564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=7371799528943836564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7371799528943836564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7371799528943836564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-test.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-8944360825388656885</id><published>2008-10-29T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:12:31.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>list 15 people in your mind now:&lt;br /&gt;1) Fann&lt;br /&gt;2) Charlene&lt;br /&gt;3) Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;4) Melanie&lt;br /&gt;5) Vigi&lt;br /&gt;6) Bing Lian&lt;br /&gt;7) Claire&lt;br /&gt;8) Ting&lt;br /&gt;9) Weiling&lt;br /&gt;10) Kalm&lt;br /&gt;11) Collin&lt;br /&gt;12) Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;13) Zhiyan&lt;br /&gt;14) Deborah&lt;br /&gt;15) Ying Yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hugged 1? {fann}&lt;br /&gt;i think so. if you considered hugging as someone holding a person's shoulder through the arm loop and pulling the person really hard. um, maybe on the last day of school was a real farewell hug..&lt;br /&gt;What's the best memories you have of 10? {kalm}&lt;br /&gt;she singing karaoke at my house and trying to beat the highest record 93.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you friends with 9? {weiling}&lt;br /&gt;cos our moms are childhood friends and thus we're babyhood friends(:&lt;br /&gt;When’s the next time you’re gonna see 6? {binglian}&lt;br /&gt;dont talk about her! she said that she wasnt going for 1b bbq, then in the end, she went. anw, should be seeing her next year at the back gate again.&lt;br /&gt;Tell something juicy about number 15. {yingyan}&lt;br /&gt;yingyan is steading with rex and theyll be getting married real soon..!&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about 8? {ting}&lt;br /&gt;she's crazy and fun and we're babyhood friends too! get it? she and weiling are sisters:D&lt;br /&gt;Is number 4 attractive? {melanie}&lt;br /&gt;yeah! especially in that photo..but just dont laugh. your laughter can kill your whole image.&lt;br /&gt;What was your first impression of 7? {claire}&lt;br /&gt;really puny. really tiny. really small. i first saw her in my mom's womb as a zygote.&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 3? {cheryl}&lt;br /&gt;through guitar. and she thought that i was a bitch, and i thought that she was a gangster. so we didnt talk. anw, we became GOOD FRIENDS through 2f!&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 13 could kill someone? {zhiyan}&lt;br /&gt;DEFINITELY, killers often wear really cool specs.&lt;br /&gt;Is 11 your best friend? {collin}&lt;br /&gt;of course, NOT. he's my uncle. and he's not my best friend. but i'm his best friend!!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed 5? {vigi}&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so. im salive-conscious. oh wait, i think i gave her a flying kiss before.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 2 has a crush on you? {charlene}&lt;br /&gt;YES! (: who wouldnt? and not to mention that char's sms-es often have i love you(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you did with 1? {fann}&lt;br /&gt;talked over the phone just a while ago. talked about mornin voices. cos i just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hung out with 2 outside of school? {charlene}&lt;br /&gt;yes, and that's not a really good thing.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slept with 5? {vigi}&lt;br /&gt;yes, shes my beloved table partner. and we slept during science and a little of english and just a teeny weeny bit of chinese. and maybe malay too. maths too?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 6 is sexy? {binglian}&lt;br /&gt;no, obviously. hairy people arent sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked 7? {claire}&lt;br /&gt;YES, OF COURSE:D&lt;br /&gt;Where is the last place you went with 8? {ting}&lt;br /&gt;some ulu kampong place for fishing and changi airport and cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;Are you real close to 9? {weiling}&lt;br /&gt;i guess so, BABYHOOD FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;What kind of relationship do you have with 10? {kalm}&lt;br /&gt;aunty and niece. though she thinks that i'm her BEST FRIEND! thick-skinned:x&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever kiss 11? {collin}&lt;br /&gt;NEVER. he's married.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the movies with 12? {vanessa}&lt;br /&gt;yes, during CD lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten in trouble with 13? {zhiyan}&lt;br /&gt;yes, when i said that i havent got a sweet and she gave one of hers to me and she got angry.&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever make a move on 14? {deborah}&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY. she stole my pencils and pens. and practically everthing in my pencil case. and i had to call the police. and fann came.&lt;br /&gt;What do you and 15 talk about the most? {yingyan}&lt;br /&gt;random stuffs. but mostly about rex cos shes in love with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-8944360825388656885?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8944360825388656885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=8944360825388656885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8944360825388656885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/8944360825388656885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/10/list-15-people-in-your-mind-now-1-fann.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-7521078853525060236</id><published>2008-10-29T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:47:48.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TYPE YOUR FIRST NAME WITH YOUR :&lt;br /&gt;1. FINGERS: joy&lt;br /&gt;2. CHIN: jjkoy&lt;br /&gt;3. ONE FINGER, EYES CLOSED: joy&lt;br /&gt;4. ELBOW: jo0lyh&lt;br /&gt;5. NOSE: uo.6&lt;br /&gt;6. PALM: johy&lt;br /&gt;1. List four random items you have:&lt;br /&gt;a face, a handphone, a watch, a bunch of wet hair&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever slept in the back of the car?&lt;br /&gt;does that refer to the boot? if it is, then no, i hate stuffy areas.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you recently dyed your hair/cut it?&lt;br /&gt;yes, cut it 2 weeks ago. and i tried dying my hair last holiday but didnt dare to put the thing on for too long cos i was afraid that the colour would colour my whole scalp.&lt;br /&gt;4. List four people you look up to the most.&lt;br /&gt;mom(smart), claire-sis(confident and thinks she's the prettiest person ever), dad(being super lame at all times), MEEEE:D (everything nice!) and in case you havent realised, it's all my family members!&lt;br /&gt;5. How many pets do you own as of now?&lt;br /&gt;two, a fighting fish and a terrapin.&lt;br /&gt;6. Which do you prefer? White or Black?&lt;br /&gt;white. white reflects heat while black absorbs heat, and thus white is a cooler colour.COOLER; SUITS ME!&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is your most played character?&lt;br /&gt;wait, i dont really get this qn. SKIP! *takes a skipping rope, realises that she is really stupid..&lt;br /&gt;8. Choose one or the other, not both: Being stuck on an island with a friend, or being stuck on an island with 5 acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;being stuck with a friend. cos i'll have someone to confess all my secrets and complaints before i die. and at least you can have someone nice to talk to(:"awww, that's so sweet of you, joy", unknown says.&lt;br /&gt;9. Name three aspects that tell who you are.&lt;br /&gt;super matured, nice:D!, VERY FUNNY!!&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could have a power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;to read people's mind.so that i could just see what's in them and yeah, dont have to have such a hard time trying to think think think.&lt;br /&gt;11. Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;my maid, she asked me why havent you packed your bed. and i replied, i didnt hear you.&lt;br /&gt;12. Who was the last person you said “i love you” to?&lt;br /&gt;my sis. we quarelled and that was the patch up line.&lt;br /&gt;13. Write down the first five words that pop into your mind:&lt;br /&gt;me, fetch, later, computer, bath&lt;br /&gt;14. What’s one thing you wish you could do better?&lt;br /&gt;my flexibility. i cant even reach my toes):&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like the way you are?&lt;br /&gt;yes and no. and let me remind you, it's just a 0.000000000000001% NO.&lt;br /&gt;16. Choose, Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;winter. i like winter gears.&lt;br /&gt;17. Rain or snow?&lt;br /&gt;snow. i love making snowballs and snowmen! hey, what was about the super matured thing i wrote just now!?&lt;br /&gt;18. Water or ice?&lt;br /&gt;water. water can quench one's thirst. dont know which idiot wrote ice..hinthinthint&lt;br /&gt;19. List two odd things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;my hair is weird now cos i chose to blog instead of drying my hair, and i had to leave it to dry by itself. and in this process, carbon monoxide or nitrous oxide could have entered my hair and is being mixed with the water vapour, forming acid rain. AH,, I'M MELTING....&lt;br /&gt;20. Which are two of your bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;eating and eating forever. and doing too much last-minute work.&lt;br /&gt;21. What’s 1 of your biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Now list 6 people who should do this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;1. CHERYL&lt;br /&gt;2. VIGI&lt;br /&gt;3. ANZU&lt;br /&gt;4. KALM&lt;br /&gt;5. CLAIRE&lt;br /&gt;6. MY MOM:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-7521078853525060236?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7521078853525060236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=7521078853525060236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7521078853525060236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7521078853525060236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/10/type-your-first-name-with-your-1.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-3890276214207597581</id><published>2008-10-26T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:10:03.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was freaking fun. my mom's side's relatives came over and we had a really fun time singing karaoke till close to midnight! yeah, shant elaborate on it cos the main point was actually TODAY AT CHURCH AND BUGIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, fann went with her mom and sis to the church, leaving char and me behind. anw, we took a mrt there. so church was as usual, a little boring, a little interesting.&lt;br /&gt;the fun part was when we made fann guilty. nah, that wasnt really the fun part. but still. ok, i'm contradicting myself. STOP IT JOY. just stop it. cos fann had to leave with her mom and sis so char and i were stranded in the middle of nowhere without a single piece of shit in our growling stomachs, and our legs were so weak due to the absence of food and some people had to abandon us there and told us to eat the food from the church. woah, that sounded really pitiful. no luh, DONT FEEL BAD FANN, really DONT feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so char and i went to bugis and we flipped a wallet to see whr to go. anw, we had breakfast aat yakun kaya and the toast were really good. i felt as if i was back to when i was 6 years old or something. then we sat there and chatted for quite a while. then char wanted to buy shades from bugis street. and after we walked there, guess what. she said that she think she doesnt wanna buy anymore and she wanna save money.yeah, thanks luh. make me walk under the hot sun in jeans. OH, AND I HATE JEANS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we just walked here and walked there, shopshop. oh, and we got mandy a present(: it's something fragile so char insisted that i hold it cos she would break it. and in the end, she held the card. and true enough, she swang her hands till the card dropped. heng it wasnt the &lt;strong&gt;present&lt;/strong&gt;.you know what, i actually typed the present out, the word that's in bold.. but luckily, being a smart person, i pressed backspace and typed p-r-e-s-e-n-t. hah, then we laughed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, then in the mrt right, char told me something stupid. then, she wanted to say, it's a joke. but ended up saying i'm a joke. hahahaha. funny luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and more funny stuffs. we saw those fake cut-out posters of Obama and Mccain. then char was like what's obama doing here? then i went, for me to hug, then i went to hug it. hah, funny again!!! omg, we're so funny:D i mean i had to find a stupid answer to such a stupid qn right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh, more more more funny stuffs. her name is charlene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-3890276214207597581?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3890276214207597581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=3890276214207597581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/3890276214207597581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/3890276214207597581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-was-freaking-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-945806676629467794</id><published>2008-10-23T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:38:21.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was the last day of school. and it's actually a good and bad thing in some way.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD THING: I DIDNT CRY:D&lt;br /&gt;BAD THING: I'LL MISS YOU ALL&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, jianglaoshi cried. actually, i was kinda shocked. nah, not exactly. but still, yeah, i was shocked. so youjin went up to give her a hug and that was when she really really broke down. she really cried. as in really really cried. ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''and these were her tear drops.&lt;br /&gt;and when jianglaoshi really cried, vigi started crying too, melanie too. and when that happened, zhiyan too. and some other people. anw, i nearly cried cos it was sad to imagine how we would never be able to sit as a class ever again in the really clean class of 2f. ok, stop emo-ing. anw, you knw why i didnt cry? THANKS VIGI! YOU'RE JUST TOOOOO CUTE! ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU CRY, SORRY FOR LAUGING LUH. BUT SEE, I STILL MADE YOU LAUGH IN THE END! vigi just looked so CUTE, heh, i used cute.&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough of vigi. anw, zhiyan cried too. first time i see her cry leh. but actually i couldnt really tell tht she was crying due to obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;SO STOP CRYING EVERYONE! WE'LL STILL SEE EACH OTHER NEXT YEAR(:&lt;br /&gt;oh, and charlene, you're a really bad hugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUITAR! sucks even more as the day goes by. there'll be audition for the concert. and mrs koh was crapping for a long time. anw, it was after guitar that it was FUN:D&lt;br /&gt;weixiang, crystal, delphine and me went to 18 chefs. and i was the only sec 2 but was matured enough to go around with them! so in 19 chef, we played finger guessing(cai quan) . it was damn fun. i laughed till i thought i was gonna die. cos the 1st round, weixiang lost. then she had to eat cheese+melted chocolate ice cream.. and her expression was damn weird. she wanted to drink her ice lemon tea but only the lemon was left. it was just so funny luh.&lt;br /&gt;then second round, crystal started. and she started really soon and just said ZERO! and everyone was shocked. then weixiang spoke in a really auntie tone, saying," eh,cannot! restart! restart!" hah, i laughed again luh. then delphine's laughter was super weird. even weirder than melanie's. hahahahahahahahaha...i'm so funny. funnier than fann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-945806676629467794?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/945806676629467794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=945806676629467794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/945806676629467794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/945806676629467794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-last-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-2802753661153724757</id><published>2008-10-20T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:02:32.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i have sorted out what i wanna take next year.&lt;br /&gt;i think that this is the best choice(: i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double science: chem and bio&lt;br /&gt;humanities: ss+elit , pure geog&lt;br /&gt;maths: a math , e math&lt;br /&gt;languages: elang, hcl, (cl?)&lt;br /&gt;electives: music/jap (HELP ME DECIDE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so that's it. i really think that i cant do history. it's like i study so hard right, then my results are like 50+. then for physics, i really hate all the calculations and drawing of ray diagrams. and my mom told me that if i ever ever ever get to jc, i would most likely major in anything except sciece. so it's unnecessary for me to like take physics or anything. yeah, something like that. i dont really get it too actually:x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-2802753661153724757?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2802753661153724757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=2802753661153724757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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so happened to be my sister's b'day party(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i helped to organise games and stuffs. so everything went on smoothly at first until some of them really really got on my nerves and they were just, sad to say, PLAIN IRRITATING. i mean why cant everyone just try to cooperate? well, maybe there're young and everything, so i didnt really care about them anymore and went to mingle with the older girls, which are like p4. yeah, so that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, MONDAY, we went to vanessa's house! there were like 10+ people and it was supposed to be a potluck style. and the worst thing was, not many people brought food. and even if they did, they were people like me who brought 2 doughnuts and 2slices of cakes. cant blame me for thinking that my lucky number is 2 right..&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND I MET FANN IN THE MRT. THIS TIME WE FINALLY SUCCEEDED! BY BOARDING THE SAME END OF THE TRAIN! WE TRIED THIS A COUPLE OF TIMES, BUT USUALLY, SHE WOULD GO TO THE WRONG SIDE OF THE MRT, HEY, I'M AT THE RIGHT SIDE. DONT ASK ME WHY I'M USING CAPS. COS MY FINGER IS JUST TOO LAZY TO MOVE TO THAT BUTTON. OK, SHALL JUST PRESS IT. PRESS.&lt;br /&gt;anw, we went to cold storage to grab some food and we bought instant spaghetti and sorts. and THANKS VANESSA FOR PREPARING ALL THAT!&lt;br /&gt;soa after we reached vanessa's house, we started to watch movie. it seems weird that whenever we gather, it's just movies, movies and more movies. so in total, we actually watched 3 shows. though i actually only enjoyed the 1st show: BRATZ!&lt;br /&gt;2nd show was a really gruesome one: THE COTTAGE. it's a mixture of horror and violence. you see, a disfigured man, who look awfully fake, was just going around hacking off people's head and feet and sticking a knife in anywhere he could find on someone. yeah, that's it. but still, i screamed luh. hey, screaming is my favourite past time(:&lt;br /&gt;3rd show: MAMAMIA. suggested by yingyan. i guess everyone was not really into the show. so we changed to another show.&lt;br /&gt;4th show: SPACECHIMPS. suggested by charlene. it turned out to be a real sucky show. monkeys in space that are dressed in spacesuits. yeah.changed show again.&lt;br /&gt;5th show: 27 dresses.  didnt really watch that again cos half way through, something really big happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANN VOMITTED! RIGHT ON MY FEET! no luh, actually it was only a little splurts here and there. but still, it was disgusting for a saliva-conscious person like me. ok, so actually fann was complaining of stomachache before that. so i asked if she was alright and everything then she said yesyesyes. then i was like okokok. and the next minute, SHE VOMITTED ON MY FOOT! ok, shall stop harping on that. anw, she felt better:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home. at the bus interchange, I GOT LOST FOR A FULL HALF AN HOUR. i was walking round and round the interchange, but i just couldnt find bus 31. and when i asked for directions, some stupid aunty gave me the wrong info, and i went to the wrong direction. so yeah. but anw, I MADE IT HOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-4058069216400936372?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4058069216400936372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=4058069216400936372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4058069216400936372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4058069216400936372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-lets-start-from-friday-when-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-6920079062290377289</id><published>2008-10-16T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:55:29.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah-tish-shoo! i caught a cold! so not coming to school tmr(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE:D have a nice day in school and in cca!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-6920079062290377289?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6920079062290377289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=6920079062290377289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6920079062290377289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/6920079062290377289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-tish-shoo-i-caught-cold-so-not.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-7935085052575654591</id><published>2008-10-15T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:28:24.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wednesday. is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;the day that results will be returned.&lt;br /&gt;the day that everyone goes out but i cant due to my stupid piano class.&lt;br /&gt;the day that is in the middle of the week, and i feel really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing first. got back chinese and geog and english summary today. i think it was quite ok(: hinthinthint. oh, and about the hinthinthint, fann started it luh. PROOF: MY TAGBOARD. so we went like hinthinthinthinthint in a really wavy voice.&lt;br /&gt;HAH:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home econs wasted 3 periods of my life. but it was quite fun except for the part that we had to clean up the kitchen. anw, cheryl started asking if mdm lur is a christian cos i think she wanted to sing her a..........mi............song again. so i guessed that mdm lur was from bedok lutheran and i saw her at the church. she said where. i said during church service. she was like giving those shocked look, like i really guessed it correct. but it turned out that i was wrong, and i was still sooo happy that i guessed it correct.__.  how smart can i ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after piano, helped my sis to pack the prizes and plan the games for her party that's coming up in two days' time. i think i did a pretty good job but my sis and my mom still had comments here and there. if it's so easy, try it yourself luh. that really took a lot of energy out of me. so here i am, posting to destress(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i tried viwawa. it was damn nice. LOVE IT&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;japanese cooking class tmr. cant wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-7935085052575654591?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7935085052575654591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=7935085052575654591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7935085052575654591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7935085052575654591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/10/wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-4947291249241295620</id><published>2008-10-14T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:02:48.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was kinda fun, yet really really exhausting and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so early in the morning at 7 o'clock, joy, fann and cheryl were like the first few people to arrive at 2F, so we started talking about, um,, wait..hey! i really forgot. do you realise that we always laugh over stuffs and can be laughing like a mad person but forget what we actually laughed about over sometime, maybe hours? it's really weird luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, after assembly, the hungry fann wanted to go to the canteen to eat. but obviously, none of us wanted to go to the canteen, cos it was such a terribly horribly ulu place. so we all went back to class to play blow wind blow( SUGGESTED BY ME(: ) the we includes me, fann, cheryl, vigi, melanie and vanessa. yeah, the six of us:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we started after a long time discussing whether to use five chairs or six chairs. so at one point of time during the game, i realised that i had been standing and not been able to find a sit for at least 5 rounds already. yeah, thanks to all of them who didnt want to let me to sit. so it was really funny to see how they would change to what i said.&lt;br /&gt;for example, blow those who has a neck. and all of them would start lowering their whole face, making the double chin appear. it's damn funny. so i would start laughing and cant stop. and i would have the start the facing-the-window-and-pulling-my-face-to-stop-laughing all over again. but it was really funny cos vigi fell off the chair and landed in a weird position. she's kiasu lor, wanted to grab that seat. then melanie fell too, like a ball. where she just rolled off the chair. POINT: KIASU-NESS KILLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think i gotta go out to prepare some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;BYE:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-4947291249241295620?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4947291249241295620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=4947291249241295620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4947291249241295620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/4947291249241295620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-kinda-fun-yet-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-7384248645410084571</id><published>2008-10-13T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:23:50.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this shall be a recount about yesterday. well, a good chance to put miss trina's recount practices to good use, and not watse my talent in writing recounts in weird stuffs like writing on blog posts. woah, luckily i didnt write on blog posts(: omg, what i am doing now? WRITING A BLOG POST USING MY TALENT!!! i so didnt realise that! yeah, stop it JOY. "ok" replies joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. JOY IS TALKING TO JOY. THERE ARE TWO JOYS IN THIS WORLD. JOY BRINGS JOY TO THE WORLD. AND THAT'S A GOOD THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, serious stuffs:D&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, charlene, fann and me went to fann's church. so the whole thing was actually a joke itself, cos the whole event consisted of the 3 of us, minus-ing me, OF COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.50:&lt;/strong&gt; wake up at this unearthly hour when the sky wasnt even out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.20:&lt;/strong&gt; stepped out of the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.25:&lt;/strong&gt; reached the STUPID bus-stop(will explain further)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.28:&lt;/strong&gt; 196 came. but i wasnt sure if it would take me to bedok interchange. so i didnt board it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.30:&lt;/strong&gt; still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.33:&lt;/strong&gt; still waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.35:&lt;/strong&gt; not a single sight of any long vehicle that has a SBS TRANSIT on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.36:&lt;/strong&gt; 197 came and i had to board it. wasnt left with much choice. OH, DID I MENTION THAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO MEET THEM AT 7.40. I GUESS I DIDNT:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.39:&lt;/strong&gt; fann was bugging me about stuffs like eh, are you reaching and other blah shit. so i smsed something like, we're still 1 minute early cos the meeting time is at 7.40. OK FINE, I WAS STILL LATE. BLAME IT ON THE BUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.43:&lt;/strong&gt;  realised that the bus took a wrong turn, and i immediately pressed bus stopping and went to the door to alight at wherever the bus wanted to take me to. ok this's the most embarassing part: THE BUS WAS APPROACHING THE BUS TERMINAL, SO IT WAS LIKE THE LAST STOP WHERE EVERYONE WOULD GET DOWN. YOU KNOW, THE INTERCHANGE THERE. SO I WAS LIKE A COMPLETE IDIOT THAT STOOD AT THE DOOR WAITING FOR WHAT SEEMED LIKE ETERNITY COS I THINK THE BUS DRIVER WAS TRYING TO MAKE ME LOOK EVEN MORE STUPID BY DRIVING SUPER SLOWLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.50:&lt;/strong&gt; arrived at the mrt station after taking quite a while running to look for the station. you know what, i didnt see the station until i heard the mrt moving above my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.52:&lt;/strong&gt; saw fann. laughed, laughed and laughed even more. i dont know why too actually. maybe it's just her expression. you know, that weird one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.00:&lt;/strong&gt; supposed time to assemble at the sunday school place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:15: &lt;/strong&gt;reached the church. yeah, we were late. cant you tell? your maths fail ah?&lt;br /&gt;and the sunday school started. that part was pretty boring so shant go in detail except for one part where the teacher said, " do your really need instructions all the time in life? who doesnt know how to swim?" FANN RAISED HER HAND. ONLY FANN. YES, JUST FANN. i laughed luh. it's just so funny. then the teacher said," what would happen if we threw fann into the sea? what would happen?" i was like," um,, just die?" yeah, STUPID..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after church was really fun. we went to bugis after a long debate between fann and me. charlene cheered for bugis instead of some silly place like raffles place.&lt;br /&gt;anw, we went to eat our breakfast. and omg fann, what's wrong with your appetite? you actually ate a yoshinoya's rice set for breakfast, and 3 octopus ball or something.&lt;br /&gt;then afterthat, i suggested to take neoprints cos it might be our last time or something. boohoohoo. yes, cry now. but it was so early that the shop wasnt open. so we proceeded to the BEAUTIFUL, MAGNIFICENT, MAJESTIC, LOVELY, WONDERFUL (AND OTHER NICE ADJECTIVES) place that i suggested! so as we were walking, charlene said something like," why do i see a big pokemon head and a doraemon head?"&lt;br /&gt;yes, you are right. the children's arcade!&lt;br /&gt;1) fann and i had a go at the turn turn thing. I WON! so in total, i lost 117 calories while fann lost 100 calories. you should really see her face when she does that robot man thing. thanks charlene for randomly choosing some yucky games for us.&lt;br /&gt;2) charlene still didnt wanna change for the tokens. so fann and i tried the punching the duckys thing. um... ... forgot the who the winner was...yeah, dont talk about it. anw, there were tickets! so we decided to play games with tickets!&lt;br /&gt;3) mini-basketball. there were only two pathetic basketballs in the machine. so charlene was being super desperate. she climbed up the whole machine, threw the ball into the hoop, catched it from the bottom, then threw it in again. i tried climbing up the machine, but charlene occupied the entire space. as for fann, she was passing us the balls charlene couldnt catch from the net, which apparently, was almost everything. AND WE HAD TICKETS!&lt;br /&gt;4) then we went for those light-up-and-hit type of machine. and that had tickets too!&lt;br /&gt;5) MOST FUN OF ALL. IT'S LIKE THE NUMBERS WOULD MOVE CONSECUTIVELY IN AN ASCENDING ORDER REALLY FAST AND YOU HAVE TO TRY TO STOP IT AT 1000. BUT YOU WOULD STILL GET TICKETS FROM CERTAIN RANGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FANN: NUMBER STOPPED AT 964. AND SCREAMED WHEN SHE REALISED THAT SHE HAD ONE TICKET.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARLENE: NUMBER STOPPED AT 1013. SHE LAGGED FOR QUITE A WHILE BEFORE REALISING THAT THE NUMBER HAD ALREADY CROSSED 1000. RECEIVED A REASONABLE LENGTH OF TICKET. AT LEAST IT'S NOT ONE RIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOY: YAY! 1001. FREAKING PRO. WONDER WHO SHE IS LEH. OH IT'S ME! SO I HAD 30 TICKETS! ONE WHOLE LINE:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in total, we changed a packet of sour power and a bomb bag. the sour power was seriously yummy(:&lt;br /&gt;we found a place to bomb the bag! hey, NO ONE WAS LOOKING AT US LUH. according to fann, the sound's damn soft. like an ant. HEY! IT WAS AN ELEPHANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-7384248645410084571?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7384248645410084571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=7384248645410084571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7384248645410084571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/7384248645410084571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-shall-be-recount-about-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-729610471476017746</id><published>2008-10-10T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:58:43.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY'S THE LAST DAY TO ALL MY MISERIES&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S THE LAST DAY TO ALL MY WORRIES&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S THE LAST DAY TO ALL MY REVISION&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S THE LAST DAY TO ALL THE SORROW&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S THE LAST DAY TO ALL THE STRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, actually there are many many more cos my vocabulary is very good(:&lt;br /&gt;so i shant state it here, cos it will fill up the post to its maximum:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, today was really a day for me to rejoice. i mean it's like you have been studying for about a week or so, and maybe, part of your efforts will be paying off, and you can finally enjoy yourselves and just relax, not caring about a single soul in the universe except yourself:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the class outing was actually a friends outing or something, it's like only,&lt;br /&gt;fann,charlene,cheryl,vanessa,deborah,yingyan,anzu,youjin,vigi,melanie,huimin,yeah, i think that's all.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY IF I LEFT YOUR NAME OUT, MY MEMORY IS FAILING ME AFTER DAYS OF MEMORISATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cheryl, relax!&lt;br /&gt;cheryl, vanessa, fann and me ended up taking a cab to tampines mall/century square first to check out on movie timings. cos the initial plan was to catch painted skin at 10.50 but it was like the rest of the people were still in school and 10.40. and all the other show times didnt really match and some people didnt wanna watch this, didnt wanna watch that. so, expected outcome.&lt;br /&gt;WE DIDNT CATCH A MOVIE. COS IT RAN TOO FAST:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, we went to cheryl's house. she said that she lived in a hdb flat of block 144 and her house is horrible. and yeah, really leh. her house was just a 3 STOREY HDB FLAT AND MAYBE, THE UNIT NO. WAS 144 OR SOMETHING, AND YEAH, HOW HORRIBLE CAN YOUR HOUSE EVER GET WITH THOSE FURNITURE. so stop being stupid:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, once we reached there, we watched the passion of christ although it was NC16 due to the gruesome scenes. it was seriously gross and i was completely grossed out that i had to find something better to do like making friends with cheryl's younger sister who is 5yrs oldO.o&lt;br /&gt;SO I DID! i dont know what's wrong with me, but i really really really really really really love kids. but playing with them sure drains lots of energy cos i was feeling real tired after playing with her and sorts. cheryl's sister looks exactly like cheryl's luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, this's like the one of the funniest part of today. so, i'm gonna write it in caps:D&lt;br /&gt;FANN,DEBORAH,MELANIE,VIGI AND ME WERE AT THE TABLE EATING LUNCH AS WERE THE FIVE HUNGRY PEOPLE THAT WANTED TO START EATING FIRST. SO WE JUST KEPT ON LAUGHING AT ALMOST EVERYTHING YOU COULD THINK OF. WAIT, LET ME THINK OF SOME EXAMPLES...THINKING...STILL THINKING...&lt;br /&gt;1)FANN WAS A JELLY AND OTAH MONSTER. COS I MADE HER JELLY DROPPED ON THE TABLE, PUSHING HER RETAINER ONTO THE TABLE. AND SHE ATE 5 OTAHS AT ONE GO.&lt;br /&gt;2)DEBORAH WAS BEING "PRAISED" BY CHERYL'S MOM WHEN HER MOM ASKED IF DEBORAH WAS ACTUALLY CHERYL'S FRIEND. OR MAYBE THE SISTER'S ONE.&lt;br /&gt;3)MELANIE WAS TELLING US ABOUT HER GUZHENG LESSON AND THEN, SHE SAID THAT ON THE FIRST LESSON, SHE LEARNED HOW TO PLUCK A STRING AND ON THE SECOND LESSON, SHE LEARNED HOW TO PLUCK TWO STRING TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;4)VIGI TOLD CHERYL'S SISTER TO POSE IN AN ACT CUTE MANNER AND LEARN FROM HER AND BE NATURALLY CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;5)JOY. JOY. AND JUST JOY. HEY, WAIT. I FORGOT WHAT I SAID BUT I WAS LAUGHING AT MY OWN JOKE COS IT WAS SO FUNNY. THICK-SKINNED. THEN I WENT TO THE KITCHEN CARRYING MY FOOD COS I COULDNT STOP LAUGHING AND HAD NO TIME TO PUT DOWN MY FOOD. SO THE MAID THOUGHT I HAD TO CLEAR MY FOOD AND BROUGHT ME TO THE DUSTBIN AND I WAS LIKE HUH.&lt;br /&gt;6) CHERYL'S BROTHER'S FRIEND FELL! AND HE CREATED A BIG BOOM SOUND RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. AND HE WENT LIKE OH DAMN, IN THAT ACT COOL MANNER. AIYAH, KIDS AT THAT AGE LUH. JUST LIKE BOYS AT THIS AGE...(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY THERE WERE MANYMANYMANY MORE, BUT I JUST CANT SEEM TO REMEMBER ANYTHING. NEVERMIND, IF I EVER RMBER THEM, I WILL JUST WRITE THEM IN FUTURE BLOG POSTS, SO DONT BLAME ME FOR BEING RANDOM:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we also watched what happens in vegas and 21 or something. as in the show name was 21 or something else, not 21 or something. it's not 21 or something else. uh, it's just 21. wait, but i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to the piano and exchanged pieces with charlene chye. seriously charlene, didnt know that you were that determined leh. touched again, for i found another person who is like me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i guess everyone was tired. so i went home with vanessa,fann,yingyan and charlene. and once again, sorry if i left anyone's name out. then we were talking again about some funny stuffs and were laughing like crazy. hey, BUT I CANT THINK OF THEM NOW! omg, what on earth is wrong with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's just like that. quite an enjoyable day overall:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815179012201530257-729610471476017746?l=devilisshangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/feeds/729610471476017746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815179012201530257&amp;postID=729610471476017746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/729610471476017746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815179012201530257/posts/default/729610471476017746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilisshangel.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-last-day-to-all-my-miseries.html' title=''/><author><name>copyrighted(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883216378949303372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815179012201530257.post-503906677832521224</id><published>2008-10-05T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:46:52.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS ONE OF MY BEST WEEKEND(: considering that end of years are just in a few days' time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on FRIDAY evening, my mom decided to bring my sis and me to bugis. so i bought 2 tees, the little men series ones and the other some random tee that said " If i were to choose between an ugly prince and a handsome frog, i would choose to be single." hah, not funny. so i wasnt laughing. but still i bought it:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ysterday, SATURDAY, i went for my sister's and my friend's bday party. yeah, she's p4 so we played:&lt;br /&gt;-pin the tail on the donkey&lt;br /&gt;-water bombing game&lt;br /&gt;-bold rush&lt;br /&gt;-musical chairs&lt;br /&gt;-dog and bone&lt;br /&gt;-blindmice&lt;br /&gt;-poison ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, they were all freaking fun. it sort of helped me to release all the stress eoy was giving me though most of the time i would be the catcher or tagger or something along that line. and when i caught some little person, they would go" Huh...i dont wanna be catcher." and being very nicee, would just say something like" oh, ok. i will continue to be then(: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they were lots of caucasians cos her relatives were caucasians. so...yeah, there were just many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played till around 10pm. but it was still fun overall, except for the part where i just stayed in a corner as there were playing pillow fight, and i decided that i had to be more matured or something. no luh, i was tired. hey, people old already luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, SUNDAY, i guess had to be my only work day for the weekends. so i woke up at 11am, though i actually planned to wake up at 8am.__. then i started on geog's rivers. and managed to complete it except for some diagrams which i didnt know if they were necessary. then i went on to the maths papers that ms ng gave us. i got stuck at one qn, and apparently, my dad could solve it and he started insulting my intelligence so i lost the mood to do maths and went on to playing wii. then i perspired, so i went to bathe. then here i am posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so that's my life. 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