<?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-6643324</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:21:05.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life---the laments of a depressed crazy gal</title><subtitle type='html'>All about me and my cursed, wretched life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-112083320396451063</id><published>2005-07-08T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T07:33:23.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://attitudity.blogspot.com"&gt;i've moved! relink!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-112083320396451063?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/112083320396451063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/112083320396451063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112083320396451063' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-112074720345010672</id><published>2005-07-07T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T07:40:03.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wow. damn long since i last blogged. bleargh. sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;He was my North, my South, my East and West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My working week and my Sunday rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I thought that love would last forever : I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The stars are not wanted now : put out every one ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For nothing now can ever come to any good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh man. this poem is damn freaking sweet right? haha. so sugary. yummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i want to start a NEW blog. people. inspiration please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-112074720345010672?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/112074720345010672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/112074720345010672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112074720345010672' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111997500728642992</id><published>2005-06-28T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T09:10:07.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;been long since i lst blogged. life changed a lot. wad can i say? i want the creative zen neeon. but that is besides the point. alright. i cannot get myself into the mood for school still holidaying lah. which is like unacceptable lorh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;today had the talk on subj combi. i dun wna split up. trip sci + geog/hist/lit. i can't decide. i love all the humanities but i need sciences. or my mum will just kill me. so how? and most imptly, i dun wna split. two six really makes my day. school sucks but for the sake of all the laughter we have. damn sad. but as stella would always say, im adaptable and receptive to changes lah. but two six, i will really really miss you guys. i love every single one of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;im not saying who. but i can't wait to get away frm the tchrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;the art of defiance. my lit review text. it rocks lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;you must defy everything. you defy your parents, your teachers, authority, the media, your friends, the society. the key is to defy. you must defy everything. it isn't that like cool? haha. i love that article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i dun see the key to my life. i need the key. i really need it. for everything. please someone. help me find it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;btw, mrs yue, you rock. you make me wna take lit. a lot. but im praying the fan wun fall on me in class lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;life's pretty stale nowadays. you knw. kinda like bread. past their expiry date. it's kinda sad. haiz. i dun see the point in living on though i got no problems. it;s just..weird. i need inspiration. motivation. i need help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111997500728642992?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111997500728642992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111997500728642992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#111997500728642992' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111906861459198786</id><published>2005-06-17T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T21:23:34.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;things are getting screwed. my ipod shuffle earphones are spoilt. and it costs 70 bucks for new ones. not fair. i want new ones. and so now im deprived of music when im on the go. freak it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;going swimming later. swear to get myself tanned and possibly chaotah. but i doubt so. haha. i will put on some suntan lotion. and get tanned! yay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;this post is to answer xian's question abt this blog being dead. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i will blog more when i get back frm my suntan session. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111906861459198786?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111906861459198786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111906861459198786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111906861459198786' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111823117553218869</id><published>2005-06-08T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T04:50:30.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;lots of views today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;mixed feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;today was the last last day of the funeral. damn sad. seem not too long ago when i was at the hospital, praying for my great-grandma. seem not too long ago when i saw all my uncles and aunties and relatives. how long have we not gathered? i dunno. 5 yrs, i think. since another funeral. damn sad. our &lt;b&gt;xu&lt;/b&gt; family barely gathers. all 97 of us. and after next yr. the family will expand again. 100. exactly. :) newborns! and why do we only gather at funerals. guess we all know the reason. we are too busy with our own stuff. and seriously, this is our great-grandma's funeral. which means no one else is older. which means not the whole xu family will be at the next funeral. cuz some of us are connected to great-grandma but not the others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;and my uncles and aunties are all so young! early twenties. teens. blahblah. and they rock. now i changed my mind. &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; of them rock. why so? because in our body flows a certain strand of blood that binds us all together. inevitably, there were some scandals. especially with our charming mingxuan. haha. dunno why some pple crush him until like that. haha. and jiexi was like, "my brothers very shuai meh? why only i dun think so?" wrong, jiexi. i dun think so either. haha. im serious. they are nice and NOT ugly. but not that shuai till even married adults think they are damn cute. not to &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; extent lah. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;although i kept being suan-ed. everywhere i go, it's "rgs, rgs, rgs". thanks to koh jiexi, my &lt;em&gt;gugu&lt;/em&gt;. haha. and if we calculated correctly, i got abt 30++ uncles and aunties. haha. but we are really pretty bonded. as in, everyday you will see lots of people. great-grandma would nvr feel lonely. serious. i think everyday got at least 80 &lt;em&gt;kaki lang&lt;/em&gt; [our "own" people]. it's seriously fun. and i dunno my relatives' names. even those i talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;lemme see. i know we hv got lien ho, dong lun, mingxuan, mingjie, guoan, guoquan, bing gor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;of course there is also primary 8 uncle and french fries uncle. both of whom i talk to a lot. but i dunno their names. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;aunties-wise, jiexi, yinling, yinying, jingni, alicia, yvonne, irene, serene and blahblahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;got so many names. first day in the hospital. i stepped in. and i went, "guguS and shushuS". wad the hell. so many pple lah! and the only kiddo i saw was mingxuan. and guess wad? he knws all of the adults. as for me, i knw nobody. but we warmed up and soon, we talked and everything. everyone becomes great frens. the xu family seriously rock. most of us go to the funeral everyday. as in every single day. frm 10am to 3 am. not bad eh? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;the xu pple talk a lot leh. and we arh. gluttons. esp the teenagers. esp koh jiexi and koh mingxuan. and guoan and guoquan. constantly finding food lorh. i mean, constantly. haha. and according to mingxuan's calculations', he ate 6 meals everyday. that is like, wow!? haha. and haha. a LOT of pple in xu family were in ITE and normal stream. some din even graduate frm pri sch. but guess wad? these pple earn like above $5000? not bad lorh. not bad at all. and the pro-est in the family. i mean for pple around my age, it's mingjie and mingxuan. mingjie is in uni and mingxuan is a marist. maris stella high. not bad lah. actually the XU pple got life skills lorh. super smart abt a lot of things. all of them. xu pple are smart. yay. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;today was the &lt;em&gt;chubin&lt;/em&gt; day. had to walk abt a distance of 4 bus-stops. quite near lah. then we took the arranged shuttle bus to guang ming shan, or otherwise known as, bright hill drive. haha. had to cremate the body. damn sad. i cried. cuz &lt;em&gt;xiaogupo&lt;/em&gt; cried. den it was damn sad lah. i lost my great-grandma. she lost her mum, for christ's sake. dun tell her not to cry. it's impossible. how can you lose your mum, someone so dear to you and yet not shed a tear. sigh. then tiao dang. wahlau. i dunno hw to describe. to me it was normal. but a lot of pple freaked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;watching the coffin go into the flames, into the fire was emotionally draining. damn sad. and loads of pple cry but wad to do? their mum and grandma and great-grandma leh. i wld cry too. and i did. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;watching your damn pro family get together so bonded and happy is the happiest thing ever. all of us barely knw each other in the start. but pls, we share the same strand of blood inside our bodies. and when these blood meet, they get along! i think this funeral is a blessing in disguise. we all bonded thru this sad thing. rly hope jiexi's and my plan work out. and for that to happen, we need everyone's help lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i dun like pple dying. i mean who does? i dun even like funerals. but this one was fun, bonding, happy and nice as it is sad and touching and nostalgic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;but it's all over. im so going to miss it. i want my aunts and uncles please! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i love my extended family! all of them. muacks. you guys rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111823117553218869?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111823117553218869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111823117553218869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111823117553218869' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111808579072933227</id><published>2005-06-06T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:15:52.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;sigh. suffering from &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;computer and tv withdrawal symptoms.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; miss the da vinci code special on channel news asia. damn sad lorh. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;internal jokes of the XU family: a guide&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*come! let's go catch spiders! my hands were bitten by the spiders! the spiders did that! the spiders did that too! wah! look at those spiders.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;i do not understand the obsession with spiders and that cigarette box. but it's damn funny lah. haha. and every kid goes, "let's go find spiders!" after every meal. haha. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* let's call _________ and complain abt the peanut not being able to crack open. better still, call the police!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;this is lame. but still remains comical even after reptition. dun try calling the police. our uncle did. and we found out no matter how you try to hang up after that, the phone line will still be connected. even if you PULL the telephone wire off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* &lt;/em&gt;idol. grass. wave. blur king.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;some people are better left with code names and keep their names hush. haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the XU family rocks. variation of the english surname includes: koh, &lt;b&gt;kok&lt;/b&gt;, kho and whatever not. damn fun. i dun want the funeral to be over leh! especially at night, after supper. all of us sit together. and crap! haha. damn fun. we just bonded. den shit. gotta split up. haha. i am sian. but still. sigh. if only i had a laptop. MUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111808579072933227?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111808579072933227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111808579072933227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111808579072933227' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111773420790802708</id><published>2005-06-02T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T10:43:27.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today my great-grandma died. at the age of ninety-one. at 4.31 p.m. may lord bless her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn pissed at two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;uncle #1 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for christ's sake, i rly dun care if you wna go rj or hcjc. you are sec4. make that decision yourself. and you may like to knw that rj is no longer at bueno vista but bishan. you may also like to be informed that rj does not attract my attention. and im not interested in knwing your &lt;b&gt;great&lt;/b&gt; math results. and you might also like to knw that i was and will be sms-ing my &lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt;. and not all pple who come frm a single-ed sch is homosexual. you come frm a single-ed sch too. and you seriously need to keep your language in check. homosexuality is not smth you discuss over the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;uncle #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop bothering all of us. stop acting cool and whatever lah. and your mouth eh. seriously should be sealed up. and i can't stand that high-pitched voice of yours. so learn. shut up. im not angry cuz im angry. im pissed off cuz you nvr said sorry. you knw you shld hv. damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still there are very pleasant pple. my aunts. my cousins and my super cute &lt;b&gt;aunts and uncles&lt;/b&gt; who are actually in pri sch. damn cute leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finish SL worksheet. it's now 1.43 am. just great. must sleep and then wake up at 5.30. go to mcs. and then RUSH back to yishun for funeral. dead. gonna be so tired. ahh. but i will survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111773420790802708?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111773420790802708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111773420790802708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111773420790802708' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111720095228227603</id><published>2005-05-27T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T06:36:34.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;got back the report card today. whoohoo. my marks suck. but whatever. haha. i dun care le! can't be bothered. i will do better next term. i hope. i pray. i wish. okay. comments made by teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english language [chek jawa lau] : yuling is opinionated and has strong stands on numerous issues.&lt;br /&gt;* whatever. you are such a loser, i dun care. my belief is that you suck. and my beliefs are all true. and you knw that. cuz the fact is that you suck. and look, you dun dare complain abt my defiance. loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;higher chinese [mrs doris poon] : yuling has the capability of doing well in the subject. she should read more to widen her scope in expressing herself. there is room for improvement on her writing.&lt;br /&gt;* yay. thanks for encouraging me, mrs poon! but i dunno hw to read chinese! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mathematics [mrs chew meek lin] : yuling needs to develop a more effective study strategy for the subject. with greater self-discipline ad time invested in rigourous practice, she shld see more sustainable improvement.&lt;br /&gt;* i will work towards it, mrs chew. i promise. seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography [mrs koh bock yin] : yuling is a self-reliant learner who is always eager to learn new things. responsive and focused, she articulates her thoughts well.&lt;br /&gt;* oh wow. mrs koh. thanks. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history [mr mizar] : based on the first summative assessment, which she performed well, yuling has the capability to improve on her grades next semester. she is also an active participant in grp discussions.&lt;br /&gt;* yupps. thanks too. liverpool rocks. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literature [mrs serene seow] : a soft spoken girl, yuling is a quiet learner who listens attentively in class and aaplies herself well.&lt;br /&gt;* mrs seow! you rock! dun leave! but i ain't soft spoken at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science [mrs tay york lan] : a cooperative team player with a good attitude towards learning.&lt;br /&gt;* yeah right, mrs tay. you wld knw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;character and leadership education [mrs poon and lau] : yuling has a strong drive to achieve her goals and reviews actions from a reasonable objective perspective.&lt;br /&gt;* strong drive. of course. but not similiar to val's. HAHA. hers is high drive. high SEX drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. actually my comments all not bad lah. say until i damn guai. the tchrs are nice to be so flattering. HAHA. my mum wun mind the comments. but the marks. haiz. anw, i will do better next term. i swear. haha. at least, i try to lah! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111720095228227603?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111720095228227603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111720095228227603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111720095228227603' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111710624630798732</id><published>2005-05-26T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T04:17:26.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this post shall be &lt;b&gt;RED&lt;/b&gt;. why? not because of my recent encounters with &lt;em&gt;blood&lt;/em&gt; but because the &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;reds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, our dearest liverpool football club won champ league finals. woke up at 3plus to catch the match. it was freaking worthwhile. the thought abt liverpool and their win totally perks me up despite the sch curriculum ending at 3 and after that, CCA photo-shoot [well, almost]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh and if you dislike or have no interest towards soccer or liverpool, scroll down. haha. the end of the post is then the recount of today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;quotable quotes frm &lt;em&gt;the newpaper&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-no, it was not all abt liverpool winning the champions league. it was abt how they did it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-liverpool's place in history will nvr be with the cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-when their character was put on the line -- when their hearts were in the cross-hairs of a thousand rifles -- they showed us that they were bulletproof&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;brian miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh well. i really am in awe of the players this morning. all of them did so well. it wasn't abt winning. the only thing that was truly shown in the match was liverpool's attitude. the one that gave them a winning edge. they were down 3-0 in the first half. i went, shit, damn and all other stuff. still, i watched on. i was praying. and whoohoo! second half. gerrard seemed possessed. he was so strong attacking and needless to say, he must have been motivating his team-mates during the break. a great captain. he scored in the 54th min. wow. captain scores. great morale-booster then guess what? 2 goals followed by smicer and alonso. all 3 goals within the time span of 6 mins. wad can i say but wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we all knw ac milan was the stronger team. world-renowned players. kaka. shevchenko, nesta. maldini, pirlo, cafu, crespo. and the team is a strong contender of the italian league and barely commited any mistake in the course to the finals. liverpool? i love them. but compared to ac, obviously they were the weaker side. the scousers rocked but compared to milan? way off. no offence. frankness. but so what made them win? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fighters. they fought hard. fought back. i doubt it was the fear of losing. it was the fear of disappointment. disappointed why? because they din play well in the first half. because they din try their best. because after that the thousands of fans would be going home in disappointment. because they din knw how to face pple who meant so much to them, family, friends, rafael benitez, fellow players and even fans. because when they are back home, they wun wna face the mirror. they lost their place in champs league next yr. do they still wna go back home, empty-handed? finish a season with no trophy at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;winning was only an incentive. their effort made was the prize. omg. i rly love liverpool. they got it all back. pride, joy and glory. despite finishing 5th on the EPL table. the underdogs won. the feeling is just so ... whoot! haha. i wld bleed for liverpool. yes, i would. :) liverpool! you will never walk alone. i love you, liverpool! scouser since 9! yay! lfc rocks. seriously. being five-times winners, they get to keep the trophy. the FA will have to make a new one. yay! maybe someday i will be able to visit anfield and they rock. they really do. the spirit will go on. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anw. so after watching the match, i went to sch. went to sch. walk into classrm. announced lfc's victory. wore my super super large jersey as a jacket. mrs poon was eyeing me suspiciously. haha. it is super nice okay! yay! and it meant a lot to me! lfc's victory! then when i attempted to wear it during history, mr mizar said, " are you only wearing that cuz liverpool won? " haha. NO way. i;ve been their fan since nine. and i ain't those sort of pple who support a team only because they won. all my pri sch frens can testify. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;aesthetics today. baked cookies and prune/carrot cake. not bad eh. of course. &lt;strike&gt;yuwen&lt;/strike&gt; I made them. haha. i am so great! the cookies were like famous amos' ones! even gv and i-forgot-who agreed! damn nice. can earn money somemore. and to pple who might wna knw. i did not burn the lipton teabag today. cuz we din hafta boil the water ourselves. haha. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i seriously think that me and yuwen are best aesthetic partners 2005. whoohoo. we nvr screwed up. i love US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;today was dissection of the sheep's heart. lemme tell you. it was freaking fun. shara and yuwen saw the heart, freaked out and refuse to have anything to do with it except for piercing it with an art knife. haha. so me and shuna, the brave, tall, dashing pple did it. we wore gloves! damn fun. i started by holding the heart then i gave it a squeeze. blood squirted out. haha. then it was time to test the arteries and stuff out. the water couldn't come out so we couldn't trace the connections of the arteries. so guess wad i did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i did nth much. i just stuck my fingers in each of the vessels and felt around, seeing where wld my finger later on appear. then those two vessels must be connected. gross? i dun think so. then i took the scapel and dissected the heart. damn fun! whoohoo. then shuna and i realise smth was wrong. we turn it the wrong way up. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then later we dissected, this time, correctly and it was so fun! saw all the nice nice parts that made our hearts beat. then the heart suddenly looked as if it was beating! i was so happy! i pumped the heart and gave it CPR. it did not wake up. it did not move. but it squirted out a lot of blood. got blood clots somemore. and while i was very busily looking for the membrane-like valve, some pple were messing with my hair. haha. and when i finally finish, i dig my finger into the pulmonary artery and guess what? my finger came out with suspensions and tissues and of course, blood. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it was damn fun. then when we finished, we were allowed to mutilate the sheep. i took the scapel, scissors, needles. at first i gave it acupuncture. but like no use, the heart nvr recover. so i started stabbing it with the scissors and scapel. damn fun. shuna and shara thought i was super sadistic. but damn fun lorh. seeing all the blood ooze out. so cool. haha. then when i mutilate until it almost disintegrated, i wringed the heart. as in how you would wring a towel. brenda aided me and finally the heart was into two pieces. haha. damn fun. i like sheep's heart. and no, it did not stink. but we stank of antiseptic. shara thinks im the best biology partner anyone can ever get cuz i wld do anything gross. listen up, yuwen. you've got competition. haha. me ego lah. shara said i look like i enjoyed the dissection. yeah. i did. a lot. blood rly relieves stress and pressure leh! i love bloody hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;then me and gv and yijie and joanne stayed back to take cd photos. xiaochen said it was scheduled at 4.30pm. but guess what? we went there and the photographer said, "chinese drama? we did that at 3.50!" haiz. missed photo-shoot. it was not like i was busy. quite sad leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;kathy reiches' monday mourning is such a good book. engrossing. better than manga. haha. :) my daily entertainer on the train. besides today, when i was too engrossed talking to yongzhu regarding liverpool's triumph over milan. was too overjoyed and happy. oh no. here i go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this holidays, im gonna be very busy. very. very. PTs makes rg pitiful. haha. no pun intended. but with the champs league and epl having an end, hw am i gonna survive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111710624630798732?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111710624630798732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111710624630798732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111710624630798732' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111693903543327205</id><published>2005-05-24T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T05:50:35.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i am dying. i been coughing out blood. sneezing out blood. bloody blood. bright red. oxygenated blood and i have low blood pressure. wow. just great. does not help that my throat hurts like hell and i am running a fever again.and i wun stop coughing. and there is now a &lt;strong&gt;LONG&lt;/strong&gt; queue at the doctor's. dead. and i dun care. but the pain. i need medicine. oh shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;damn dead. please tell me wad the shit is happening to me? so sick all of a sudden. damn lah. i can't breathe. blocked nasal passageway. damn.it. and i can't stop coughing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i dun feel like blogging anymore. being sick, you lose a lot of stuff. i dun even have the strength to speak. damn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i dun feel like living anymore, anyway. somebody help me please. pull me out of this shit. it's painful. i am not weak nor beaten by this crap. just irritated that it stops me frm enjoying my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;stupid virus. go away lah. please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i hate falling sick. deprives me of my fun. but let's combat the 206 virus! we have wad the rest dun hv! a class virus! haha. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111693903543327205?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111693903543327205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111693903543327205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111693903543327205' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111683485956203839</id><published>2005-05-23T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:54:19.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;chinese drama concert '05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;overall, it was okay. the seniors said that some stuff we screwed. some stuff we did okay. haha. not bad liao lah. considering all the hiccups we met. and it was quite packed! yay! so much for the worry. and we really bonded lah. all the DARE OR DARE. weirdly, all targetted at traumatising that soon kiat guy frm hcjc. damn funny. ada was like so brave! and melho and jean attempted to strip. den performance was not bad. everyone was laughing at the shows. and we got lots of cheers lah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;and we found out a few seniors a bit scandalous. bird was telling me, eh! some RI guy went up to hug melho leh! the ri guy turns out to be...well, alas. haha. some ri guys were waiting outside the theatre for SOMEONE arh? my angel arh. so scandalous. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;im really sorry that de-brief lasted for so long and i made some pple wait. sorry people. the tchrs wun let us off. i alrdy tried my best. bleargh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;sleepover at brenda's hse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;quite fun lah! damn funny. we played, had fun and traumatise little colin. haha. sorry, colin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i am sick lah! caught some virus. now got fever, muscle aches, cough, sore throat and BLAHBLAH. die lah. i dun wna be sick! i wna be healthy and strong! how? tmr class photo-taking. cannot be sick lah! must recover. i dun care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i can't wait for the holidays! gonna be enriched with activites, fun and lots of i dunno. i dun wna go j8 anymore. xian and wen say i traumatise pple leh! wahlau. gv traumatise more pple. right, baby? yeah. haha. i am feeling crazy! must be the fever. help, mrs fahy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you say it best&lt;br /&gt;when you say nothing at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;we shld then all keep our mouths shut. :) this song ROCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111683485956203839?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111683485956203839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111683485956203839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111683485956203839' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111650413687295704</id><published>2005-05-19T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T05:10:11.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i &lt;strike&gt;love&lt;/strike&gt; hate my results. absolutely man. it's the DROPPING that puts me off. i wish i flunk everything in the first place. i &lt;strike&gt;failed&lt;/strike&gt; flunked. that matters. that is wad chelsea says anyway. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;my mum very nice and supportive abt it. cuz erm, she got this colleague's daughter who attempted suicide lah. haha. so now my mum is paranoid. but still nice abt certain stuff. i love my mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;went to shatec. it was okay. loved the soup, the dessert and the tea. hated getting scolded and some dripping stuff. hahaha! wad the. haha. val was malu-ing herself and stuff. we were shouting across the table lah! and mel kep going, KOK, KOK, KOK. i can understand hw much she loves me. but still. a little to much. but i forgive her lah. xian was telling mw that i was pro but acted too pro. YOU PEOPLE INFLUENCE ME TO BECOME EGO! haha. but nvm. since i am pro, i dun act also pro. natural pro-ness. the chicken was SO much. and the appetiser. it hurt my hand. A LOT. haha. cutting it was a chore lah! haha. saw no shuai waiter. dunno who the other classes have been HARPING abt. but pissed at the waiter who took my sprite away. it was 3/4 full. and he din even ask. freak man. which reminds me. recover soon, beihan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;went to j8 to buy brenda's bday present. sneaked into the MOELC bus lah. haha. but i was gentleman enough to let everyone before me get off first. wahahaha. :) i rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;then. the PISSING-OFF started. must be this fire in my heart. i angry at myself for flunking. start killing everyone near me. people. im sorry. it's not deliberate de! sorry okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;walked into moelc. never been there for such a DAMN LONG time. forgot everything. saw some HCI sec ones kick chapteh. wahlau eh. chapteh almost landed on my head. wahlau. i was like suffering frm migraine so i went, " I HATE PEOPLE WHO KICK CHAPTEH EVERYWHERE" kena scolded by zhixian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;then i asked a grp of ri guys to run in straight line instead of zig-zag manner cuz they getting me into the rain. and muddy soil. basically. pissing me off. and they heard me. blase abt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;then i tried to stalk the damn cute cute weiwei. who is damn funny-looking. looks so innocent. just like wenwen. are all child actors like that? went, WEIWEI. hope he din hear. i was out of my mind and logic. my junior leh! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;then i called some sec ones cat high pple SUPER POSERS. and was like, WAD THE. and they heard. too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;then i saw two idiots frm some sch. looking like posers when they are supposed to be geeks. tried to lecture them. xian stopped me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;then i called two ri guys gays. kena overheard by their frens. went into a shop. go out of the shop. the gays and the frens were staring and gossiping. kena stared at and whispered about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;people! sequel after BISHAN GAY/PERVERT&lt;/p&gt;the BISHAN PEOPLE-PISSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anti-ri president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, pple who hail frm the sch. watch out. cuz i dun care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duly signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kokyuling the GREATEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111650413687295704?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111650413687295704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111650413687295704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111650413687295704' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111632904345150988</id><published>2005-05-17T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T04:24:03.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;oh, he rides hard to race the pain          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;who rides from love, who rides from home;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;but he rides slowly home again,          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;whose heart has learnt to love and roam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;today was another typical rg day. haiz. my GPA really gonna be really low. i will pray if it's even an 3.2. which i deem almost impossible. haiz. my grades suck. heck lah. it always sucked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sometimes i really wonder. would it be better if i failed all along. would it be better if i failed everything. then things will be unable to get any more worse wad. sometimes you are up there in paradise, in glory, fame and everything nice. then&lt;em&gt; BHAM! &lt;/em&gt;you come falling down from paradise, from your heaven. you fall into hell. it is not hell that burns you and kills you. it's the fall that actually hurts. the fact that you had been up there and yet you lost it. that truly is the most painful part. i know it's sad. but it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;well. imagine. you always had a life in the pits. you never did experience a good life. then you never had a taste of it. you have nothing. therefore, you can lose nothing too. that will be painful over the long run, not at a sharp go. but why? why do we feel more pain after a fall? i thought there was some chinese saying. it said smth like, having it once is better than not having it ever before. do i really agree? well, i dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i thought abt it. it is because we take things for granted. often things are beside us, so close to us, we barely  take notice of it, let alone appreciating it. then when we lose all these stuff, we suddenly get back down to earth. life is not so constant after all. it is sad everything we own may have to go one day and we hafta learn to say good-bye. it's hard i know. but still..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i rather stand on ground all along than to fall frm heaven down to hell. change is good. life is not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;all these feelings came out due to my exams results. i am not sad or anything. i nvr was sad. i am angry. angry i did not do better, nor put in more effort. why am i such a idiot? freak me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;life sucks and no one is helping me out of this shit. if only we could all let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;but still there are good things in life. my classmates, friends, family and this computer. haha. love makes the world goes round even if it ever wants to stop. :) i love all of you guys. people. 206 totally rock! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and he rides hard to dull the pain          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who rides from one that loves him best; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and he rides slowly back again,          &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;whose restless heart must rove for rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111632904345150988?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111632904345150988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111632904345150988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111632904345150988' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111622143400188257</id><published>2005-05-15T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:30:34.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Warning to All Men Out There&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things You Need To Know About Women and Their Language&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;- FINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-FIVE MINUTES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually end in "Fine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-GO AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-LOUD SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;- THAT'S OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your  mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-THANKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh, and before we forget ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-"Whatever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a woman's way of saying F!#K YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;haha. this is damn true. damn funny. damn cute. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;reflects the WOMEN language. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;now im freezing under the air-con in com studies class. obviously, im not listening cuz i dun care and i can't be bothered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;20th May: CD concert. COME AND WATCH ME MAH! haha. for tickets or whatever. contact ME! haha. den after that i will go to brenda's house for sleepover! can't wait. though that means i will be going to sch with a BIG bag.. and promised some people. tour around the school. with torchlights? haha. my plan better goes undisturbed and unexposed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;haha. genevieve wants me to write her name here. of course. it's such an honour mah. haha. it's an honour more honourable than getting distinctions for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;later going to marymount to tutor then i go bishan. must shop for brend's and fiona's birthday present. hopes gv stops traumatising RI pple. haha. if not, i rather not go. haha. this entry rocks. green is so nice! haha. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;okay. now i wna go le. i wna play neopets! haha. now my class is obsessed and in love with neopets. the rage of neopets started again! haha. yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;grace is crapping. not unlike her. haha. company name of Valerie Lau's company:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;name: Nelson Tan Pte. Ltd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;filed of books published: physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;name of book: managing electricity with K.Tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;like wtf? haha. so funny but derogatory to val's reputation. if she still has any. haha. my class is chattering away. teacher can't control. whoohoo. my class rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111622143400188257?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111622143400188257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111622143400188257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111622143400188257' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111607872591251087</id><published>2005-05-14T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T06:52:05.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was ORA. woke up with muscle ache. all over my body. damn painful. but still had to go lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to j8. that stupid ORA shirt. totally IMPOSSIBLE to tuck it in without looking stupid. so i decided not to tuck it in lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then eli was late! so i decided to go off first. i walked to RI alone. haha. was so intimidated. must thank alicia for directing me and waiting for me! haha. i love you! then went in first with fel as alicia and marjorie waited for cynthia. then fel and me couldn't find gv! we were quite lost lah. like wad the hell was the clock tower? haha. luckily they had this map thingy. so we reached there pretty easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked into the canteen. xian was like, HEY KOK. eh. everyone was staring. esp the guys. kok is not very nice to shout into the public lah. esp in front of guys who are nerds who may not think the right way at all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we sat down and were briefed. mrs tan was at the podium up above. all of us waved and cheered. damn funny. we even saluted and did the HITLER salute thingy. damn funny can? i think the rj and ri pple were laughing at us lorh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we proceeded to walk around the sch or smth. then we, the enthu twosixers were singing songs. DAMN loudly. like "i met a bear" and "this love". everyone was shooting us looks. but we also heck lah. who cares? haha. then the ri guys very amused. we were DAMN LOUD lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. then it started drizzling and so we din proceed with the run lah. bleargh. caused a lot of confusion and stuff. haha. so we went to the fair! bought so many things. im broke lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to the RI air-rifling range. we did super lame stuff like timing how fast we can sort out the sweets and catergorise them. haha. the RI shooters were like, WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING? haha. then i found the creepy way! then we walked the creepy way. saw this cute little sec1 ri guy. gv was like, YO! YO! YO!. then he was looking puzzled and said, hello. damn funny. then later on he came out. gv wanted to stalk him lorh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw ahem. number 14. this person's bf lah. chey. very poser meh? i better. haha. even gv dun think he is ok. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then things were going so slowly but i din want to leave. gv was traumatising sec1s whom i found for her. she went YO!YO!YO! at every short little ri sec1. damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but elizabeth was worse. she went up to jianliang. and went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey shuaige! sorry. wrong person. where is hiokhong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went:&lt;br /&gt;dunno. why are you looking for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eli:&lt;br /&gt;cuz i think he damn shuai mah. cannot meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn funny. i was LAUGHING and LAUGHING and LAUGHING. haha. then saw the teo sirui that zhixian kept on harping abt. pls lah! dun look like lorh. and i said that. i was like "where got look like julian hee? julian hee so much shuaier." he might have heard it. haha. heck lah. zhixian was like, OMG. SHHHHH. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theodora and amelia made me buy a coconut. peer pressure lah! haha. then i drank it lah. then it wouldn't fit into the mouth of the dustbin! and around me were so many ri guys. i was like, EURGH. then they were like, why? cannot go in arh? i totally ignored them and was cursing the bin. they were laughing like shit lah. din even help. fine! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stupid. stupid. stupid. that two RI morrison guys. i will rmb them for life. go and push zhixian. i was like, WAD THE. then later i decided to take revenge. i took the air-rifle under table goods. the bookmark with the middle fingers pointing out. then i went to the two guys. POINTED THE BOOKMARK AT THEM and asked them to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ri guy 1: hey wad's that?&lt;br /&gt;eli: bookmark.&lt;br /&gt;ri guy 2: hey. it's pointing it's middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;ri guy 1: girls cannot be so vulgar. who teach you one?&lt;br /&gt;me: hey come on. i nvr heard of such a rule&lt;br /&gt;ri guy 2: only guys can be vulgar&lt;br /&gt;me: wad the. oh man. dun be such a chauvinist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i stormed away. like wad the? so idiotic. give me another reason to HATE ri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then amanda came. i made her buy me a bubble tea. then she was like, you go and ask the price or you tell leck hung that you love him. i was like, whatever. then i went to ask the price! haha. like wad can merely a RI guy do to me, right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and huihui roamed around. lost, helpless, nowhere. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then before we left, we bought some cotton candy frm AHEM. okay. eli's excrush. he was quite nice. was like " tell me to stop when you want me to stop" huihui went, den dun stop. he was like laughing and say, "aiyah. cannot too much lah!" then the cotton candy GREW AND GREW. i was like, STOP!!! then he din. wah. he quite nice. a LOT lorh, the cotton candy. luckily me and huihui shared it so it was okay. haha. and we are eli's frens mah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall it was okay. pretty fun. got nice pple. got jerks too. and i rly admire those who asked me to buy stuff. ahahaha. it takes courage lah! haha. and the atmosphere was damn nice and the rafflesian spirit. strong sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love raffles. haha. i love my school and my CLASS. twosix. MUACKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111607872591251087?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111607872591251087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111607872591251087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111607872591251087' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111590811549329568</id><published>2005-05-12T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T07:28:35.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was aesthetics. we made chicken rice. turbo-broiled chicken wings. vege and green bean soup. everything totally rocked. DAMN nice. we LOVED our chicken and green bean. i talked to it and sang to them. that's why they turned out so damn tasty. we massaged and talked to the chicken wings. while yuwen stared at the chicken wing dreamily. haha. got smth to do with spiked hair cute guy right? sounds so poser. haha. our chrysanthemum tea was gone. but oh well. still. haha. me and yuwen are officially &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST AESTHETICS PARTNERS'05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. we dun even screw up. we never did screw up anything. anything at all. science, dance, cooking. blah blah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahna. must be due to kwanyuwen the great. or that is what &lt;b&gt;SHE&lt;/b&gt; thinks. haha. joking only lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was also health check up. i was damn drama. we had to strip to get our backbones checked. i came out of the room. everyone was staring. then i went,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;"AHHH -covers face with hands in mock ashame- I FEEL RAPED!"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then everyone was laughing. haiz. too drama le. must control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to far east after sch with gv and xian. for nick's and jon's sake. far east is in orchard. not ulu ulu pasir ris. haha. then we went to LJS. or short john's gold. HAHA. and we ate. talked abt sick stuff. compose sick stuff.&lt;br /&gt;classics like, "the bloody pad song" and "im way ahead of puberty song" got created! and our SL proposal got nowhere. haha. then we walked around. and walked. shopping for bren's bday present. din find anything lah. then we went to the toilet. gv went to shit. HAHA. okay. WOW, gv! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then saw fiona and her fren. then we went on separate routes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we met again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinxed arh? no lah. it's destiny. that's why she is my angel mah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to livia. bought some stuff. NOT bimbo. more like himbo. haha. then went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, my life is boring. not exactly smth to be proud abt. damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111590811549329568?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111590811549329568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111590811549329568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111590811549329568' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111590811119056665</id><published>2005-05-12T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T07:28:31.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was aesthetics. we made chicken rice. turbo-broiled chicken wings. vege and green bean soup. everything totally rocked. DAMN nice. we LOVED our chicken and green bean. i talked to it and sang to them. that's why they turned out so damn tasty. we massaged and talked to the chicken wings. while yuwen stared at the chicken wing dreamily. haha. got smth to do with spiked hair cute guy right? sounds so poser. haha. our chrysanthemum tea was gone. but oh well. still. haha. me and yuwen are officially &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST AESTHETICS PARTNERS'05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. we dun even screw up. we never did screw up anything. anything at all. science, dance, cooking. blah blah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahna. must be due to kwanyuwen the great. or that is what &lt;b&gt;SHE&lt;/b&gt; thinks. haha. joking only lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was also health check up. i was damn drama. we had to strip to get our backbones checked. i came out of the room. everyone was staring. then i went,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;"AHHH -covers face with hands in mock ashame- I FEEL RAPED!"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then everyone was laughing. haiz. too drama le. must control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to far east after sch with gv and xian. for nick's and jon's sake. far east is in orchard. not ulu ulu pasir ris. haha. then we went to LJS. or short john's gold. HAHA. and we ate. talked abt sick stuff. compose sick stuff.&lt;br /&gt;classics like, "the bloody pad song" and "im way ahead of puberty song" got created! and our SL proposal got nowhere. haha. then we walked around. and walked. shopping for bren's bday present. din find anything lah. then we went to the toilet. gv went to shit. HAHA. okay. WOW, gv! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then saw fiona and her fren. then we went on separate routes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we met again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinxed arh? no lah. it's destiny. that's why she is my angel mah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to livia. bought some stuff. NOT bimbo. more like himbo. haha. then went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, my life is boring. not exactly smth to be proud abt. damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111590811119056665?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111590811119056665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111590811119056665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111590811119056665' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111573459151809581</id><published>2005-05-10T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T07:16:31.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey people! im so hyper. but think abt tmr's practice, i sian lorh. so tired. and bet it will be like till, 5plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. we got gold. but we lost to RI. like wad the. they win only cuz they cross-dress. dunno what crap they looked like. they look more feminine than rg okay! like wad the. haha. but nvm. at least it's a RAFFLES school. quite unjust, i think. to the other schs. they deserved better. but heck lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs fahy is damn nice and funny can? think im gonna love bio. it's good. we always had good good bio tchrs. ms edna tan. then mrs fahy. both very strict. but i must say, very very good tchrs. and nice and funny too! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to blog abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kfc after sch with han and qi. haha. damn funny. we were kinda like talking abt one of the service staff that traumatised them the other time they came. haha. dunno how to say lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class play so rock can? so funny. and nice. and erm, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr got pe. bleargh. then got CCA. i dun look forward to it. at. all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. i enjoy going to practices. i just dun like going home alone after that. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111573459151809581?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111573459151809581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111573459151809581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111573459151809581' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111563690480195397</id><published>2005-05-09T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T04:08:24.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that following post [points below] has NO NO NO relations to me or whatsoever. haha. that was hacked by mel and joanne. that's why that entry dun make sense. it's a no wonder. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. they din hack. they couldn't have. not pro enough. haha. hacking is NOT good. it's bad. bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired i can doze off at the computer right now. geog. bleargh. quite shitified but who cares? i dun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay let's see what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 May-- ORA Walk-a Jogathon&lt;br /&gt;20 May-- Drama Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Reunion [crosses fingers and pray hard]&lt;br /&gt;Camp for Kiddos. [haha] great fun&lt;br /&gt;Go to [yuwen, zhixian, and yijie]'s houses. haha. play and crap&lt;br /&gt;start on NYAA.&lt;br /&gt;bball, soccer, badminton, squash. or whatever crap. haha.&lt;br /&gt;GO OUT. movies, neos and FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;go bowling with northlanders-rafflesians and current twosexers.&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP. SLEEP. SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;use the com. the com. the com.&lt;br /&gt;catch up on math. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. such a long long entry. im tired, as i said. bleargh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111563690480195397?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111563690480195397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111563690480195397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111563690480195397' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111561564956761504</id><published>2005-05-08T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:32:38.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hi! im gna talk abt my chio frends.&lt;strong&gt; JOANNE &lt;/strong&gt;brenda, melanie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; CURRYPUFF CALORIE VALERIE NELSON ONG PAU LAU CHEK WAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;first! joanne! smart chio hot sexay&lt;br /&gt;Clay aiken crush her man! how hot is that! Joanne rocks at everything she does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s com studs now. sub relief teacher can't do anything about videos so now we are blogging. HAHAHA. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. just received geog marks. nothing to say. i did okay. acceptably bad bad bad bad pad pad pad pad pad Red SOAKING WET KOTEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brenda is forever and ever and ever until the waves dont touch the sand is begging me to blog abt her. ALRIGHTS! I JUST WNA SAY THAT I LOVE HER SOOOOO MUCH BECOZ SHE IS ONE OF THE nicest and CHIOOOOEST FRIEND i have!!! like WOAAAHHH!- but brendaaa scored badly 4 her geog test! CHEER UP BREEENNNNNDAAA! ILU ALWAYS! in fact i crush you lors! tsssskktsssk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that was brenda. hallucinating again. but still, cheer up BOBO. BIMBO- BIMBIMBOBO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel is a bad girl. bad and naughty girl. but in her eyes, kok rocks. YAY... okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel is so chio and broke my leg. yes kokikuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. a responsible maths rep with alot of assistants. her hamsters are damn cute just like her. she is smart, chio, talented, likeable, cute, funkey, shuai, tall, nice hair, sporty, nice legs, gets molested by me and xian. like to spit saliva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;val is such a chiobu whose sexual desires are so high that she crushes nice manly tall teachers. she has been certified "woman with high sex drive" and won numerous international awards for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beihan is such a nice hamster. cage it up, give it some corn and let it rot to death. i hold the record of having my hamsters die within 2 months. good luck, beihan. mel &lt;33 beihan! she rolled on the track in the water. basic instinct of hamsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanqi. the qikopek likes little kids. she is a paedophile and exhibitionist. haha. although nothing to exhibit lah. her boobs are TOO big and blinding. BAZOOMBAS mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhixian is a big chiobu. she rocks. that was her, ego-ing. HAHA. you piss me off more. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yijie immigrate to singapore frm indonesia and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111561564956761504?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111561564956761504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111561564956761504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111561564956761504' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111538685125220860</id><published>2005-05-06T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T06:40:51.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im going to blog about a long long entry. haha. feeling bored and EOIs are over, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. screwed chemistry and possibly, maths. let's not talk about that, shall we? it's so depressing. and you wun wna hear me RANT on abt some crap. i think i fail math. people! can't you guys see? mrs chew stares into me. with SYMPATHY. s-y-m-p-a-t-h-y. im feeling so...aargh. how can i ever fail math? i think i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i suck so much. haiz. never mind. today got back eng. it was okay lah. okay. i can't probably say i did well right? that is so conceited but i will say i did up to my expectations. lau lowered my marks LAST minute. just before he gave me the paper. i was so freaking pissed lah. that one mark can make a hell lot of difference lorh. and then xian asked me in front of him and the whole class. " you got 26, right? " i was like, "yeah, i did. -turns and stares at him- before someone suddenly meddled with my marks" he was SMIRKING lorh. wtf. crazy arh. smirk. damn lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the lesson went on. if you can call that a lesson, a spoilt radio rambling away and nobody listening lah. haha. then we started saying that he crush val. cuz he wrote on xian's paper, valerie, president scholar 1992. then we were laughing and cheering. then val said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"valerie lau doesn't sound nice. valerie tan nicer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad she did NOT realise was that kenneth tan, the notorious PE tchr...haha. sixers would understand. right? -winks- haha. then we started laughing at this sentence. okay fine. i brought it up but still, i AIN'T sick okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my pen is out of ink. i need a new one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr lau was PUZZLED at first lah. but then later on, he realised and changed it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess. bought 3 gabreras. cost 6 bucks. left them in school just GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, chem. let's not talked abt that. okay. we gave mrs tay 3 carnations. we rock, we know. haha. thanks to xian, nana and gv. wad happened after the papers and stuff were gave out? you really wouldn't wanna know. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. then math. i think mrs ang and mrs chew are so nice! haha. yay. made math passed by so fast. i like math lessons. so why do i still suck at it? haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hall assembly. nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 km run. hahaha. i passed. i dun care. i hate running. can we do bball instead? i rather run "suicides" on the bball court. have i said? i LOVE COACH CARTER. it is a great great great great great movie. very great. taught me lots of stuff and kinda a source of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after run went to yishun with elizabeth. she lah. pit wad pit. i wore pinafore in front of the public. so obscene. bleargh. me and bird scrutinize this guy and gal on the train. looked damn couple-ish. guy: rj. gal: hcjc. gal is chio. guy. oh well. no comments. then the girl was like, you rj wad, not bad leh. the guy went, of course. like wad the. i mean hcjc is better lah. haha. but i absolutely love rj. rj so nice. and huge. and better uniform lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to get contacts. oh man. i dun wna pop those freaky stuff into my eyes again! help! help! bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coach carter rocks. watched it at lido with val, mel, nana, jo, bren, han and qi. we were super kiasu with the KFC free refill thingy. haha. :) but the movie rocks. before that han tried to scare val with the infections promo poster. val screamed. everyone was looking. whoa. i dunno val can? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie really made me think. life is so..... i wished i had a coach like coach carter. strict, firm but deep insides, he cares. a LOT. and he is concerned about youths and is such an, er, unique coach! and a fren like WORM! he is so cute lah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our deepest fear is not being weak and losing, but being powerful. our greatest fear is of the light but not the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this show seriously rocks. it teaches about priorities. wad shld be above the rest. and of course, about choices. choices we make. choices we reject. choices we made and enjoyed. choices we made and regretted. choices that lead to initial sacrifices and glory later on. but what matters most to me is that choices are wad we chose and made, we just got to and HAVE to live with them. and we got to learn from all our choices. whether good or bad, there is smth you can learn, right? and worm and james lyle are so FUNNY. and tim. and so cute. al got so many tom robinsons lookalikes and flared-up nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and includes irony. the bballers are mostly blacks and yet they refer themselves as niggers, such a derogatory term. but just as coach carter said, when a white man says that, the blacks are ready to fight him. is that like ironical or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i reading too much into it? oh man. too much of lit. makes you think even about suggesting "tolerance" as a theme for aesthetics and got votes for that. and the theme is now, "uniquely 206--a lesson on tolerance" or smth. haha. it is MY handwriting. i am pro. just so pro. haha. joking lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey. i rly find crying the movement of the strong, not the weak. i dun mean, crybabies. but look, crying takes a whole lot of courage. you show pple how you feel. if that is not courageous or wad, i dunno wad shit it is. oh man. i am speaking like a dork. shit all the time. you cry only cuz you are sad and you are not afraid to let others knw. i dun mean, depressed. sad and depressed make a lot of diff. sad is a feeling you can't control. depressed is an emotion you feel caused by yourself. you can stop it but you dun. crying relieves your stress and anger build-up. pple, cry. cry when you feel joyful cry when you are hurt. there is no better way than to show and reveal your true emotions. unless you cry. crying and creaming and kicking helps. look. thanks to chem, i punched my fist onto the blackboard only abt twenty times. it is super bruised. i mean punch as in, everyone hears the impact and looks at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ora! 14th may. i dun wna go! ri leh. wad was in my mind when i signed up? oh yah! xian's chocolate funfair! mammamia. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance exams coming soon. mambo and jive. totally forgotten and in the deepest part of my brain. not yet dug out. but somehow and sometime, i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holidays programme&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-6AB class reunion!&lt;br /&gt;-holiday camps!&lt;br /&gt;-going out with sixers!&lt;br /&gt;-bowling. bball. soccer!&lt;br /&gt;-movies. more coach carter!&lt;br /&gt;-yuwen's house!&lt;br /&gt;-nyaa. guitar course.&lt;br /&gt;-nyaa. stupid adventuure course.&lt;br /&gt;-nyaa. physical recreation&lt;br /&gt;-SLEEP! for once, SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;-FREEDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but none of them are going to come true if my GPA drops any further. no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr finals! jiayou! love you pple. haha. ju dinner! can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stressed, depressed and pathetic. but no way am i going to let it show. im still me no matter what. i love myself. whee! haha. stress, depression will go off. it's not THAT severe and neither do i care. why stress yourself so much. so as long as you are happy with yourself and way things are, it's okay. life isn't perfect. there are only two things that make a human life's valuable. for one, it has an end and two, it isn't all that perfect. not at all. im going to live my life, do well, face setbacks and overcome obstacles. i was born a winner and im just reaffirming it.. that's all. love for yourself is the first step to love others. learn to love and accept who YOU are and the others will accept you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck lah. like they often say, i just wanna live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111538685125220860?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111538685125220860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111538685125220860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111538685125220860' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111519994471722318</id><published>2005-05-04T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T02:45:58.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #bce9ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; WORD-SPACING: 0.3em; FONT: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: capitalize; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your Birthdate: February 20&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: gray; BACKGROUND: #e2f5ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: gray; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; WIDTH: 350px; COLOR: black; BORDER-TOP-STYLE: double; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: gray; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: double; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: double; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: gray; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: double"&gt;Your birth on the 20th day of the month adds a degree of emotion, sensitivity, and intuition to your reading.&lt;br /&gt;The 2 energy provided here is very social, allowing you to make friends easily and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you are apt to have a rather nervous air in the company of a large group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a warmhearted nature and emotional understanding that constantly seeks affection.&lt;br /&gt;You are very prone to become depressed and moody, as emotions can turn inward and cause anxiety and mental turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;It can be hard for you to bounce back to reality when depression sets in.&lt;br /&gt;When things are going well, you can go just as far the other way and become extremely affectionate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, i definitely AM depressed. screwed math. wow. how NOT depressing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Taste in Music:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2f5ff"&gt;Adult Alternative: Highest Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2f5ff"&gt;R&amp;B: Highest Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;80's Rock: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;90's Hip Hop: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;90's Pop: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;90's Rock: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Classic Rock: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Country: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Dance: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a3d6ff"&gt;Hip Hop: Low Influence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;How's" Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;whatever that means&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: sans-serif" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffcc00"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your English Skills:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd91a"&gt;Grammar: 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe633"&gt;Punctuation: 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fff24d"&gt;Spelling: 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff66"&gt;Vocabulary: 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Does&lt;/a&gt; Your English Cut the Mustard?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i always knew i was pro. at guessing. haha. sixth sense&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i see dead people. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="COLOR: black" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;40% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;40% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;15% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;5% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;what the hell is DIXIE? haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="COLOR: black" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#99ddff"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;American Cities That Best Fit You:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#addaff"&gt;60% San Francisco&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c2d6ff"&gt;55% Honolulu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d6d3ff"&gt;55% Los Angeles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebcfff"&gt;50% Atlanta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;50% Denver&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; American Cities Best Fit You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;honolulu? i like!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner European is Italian!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/european/italian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passionate and colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You show the world what culture really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Inner European?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. yeah. italy rocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#cce6ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Your #1 Match: ENFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e5f3ff"&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist. &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffcccd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Your #2 Match: ENTP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe5e6"&gt;The Visionary&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great entrpreneur, marketing executive, or actor. &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#fffecc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Your #3 Match: INFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffee5"&gt;The Idealist&lt;br /&gt;You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist. &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#cce6ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Your #4 Match: ENFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e5f3ff"&gt;The Giver&lt;br /&gt;You strive to maintain harmony in relationships, and usually succeed.Articulate and enthusiastic, you are good at making personal connections.Sometimes you idealize relationships too much - and end up being let down.You find the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where you shine.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good writer, human resources director, or psychologist. &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffcccd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Your #5 Match: ESFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe5e6"&gt;The Performer&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural performer and happiest when you're entertaining others.A great friend, you are generous, fun-loving and optimistic.You love to laugh - and you like almost all people equally.You accept life as it is, and you do your best to make each day fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good actor, designer, or counselor.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mbtiquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow. that is long&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in the UK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/uk.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Blimey!&lt;br /&gt;A little proper, a little saucy.&lt;br /&gt;You're so witty and charming...&lt;br /&gt;No one notices your curry breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; English Speaking Country Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;curry breath? whatever. uk rocks. liverpool is there. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is a LONG blog entry, okay! haha. whatever. i screwed math. not like it matters now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111519994471722318?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111519994471722318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111519994471722318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111519994471722318' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111511235610941033</id><published>2005-05-03T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T02:25:56.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fine! i shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, thank me for screwing up my papers and screwing up the tchrs by scribbling "SCREWED UP" all over the exam papers in all different fonts, sizes and colours. i think the marker will be so pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. im going to flunk chem and math. for the first time ever in my life. yay. i think my algebra so rock that i failed my formative test. luckily it was FORMATIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to nicholas lim wen yang for attempting to help me finish my silly eng performance task. bleargh. i hate chem and math. drives me nuts. i am so gonna flunk. omgosh. help me, god. i need a high GPA, if not you will nvr see me on the face of earth ever again. my mum will so kill me. after tomorrow, i will regain my long-lost freedom again! yay! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111511235610941033?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111511235610941033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111511235610941033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111511235610941033' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111487864162325836</id><published>2005-04-30T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T09:30:41.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. plain old boring blog. i know wad zhixian would like. another long philosophical and matured blog entry. just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a re-run of amazing race cuz my mum wanted to watch it. rob and amber seriously reminds me of the hypocrisy in life. wonder why do people have to be like that. to act like that. is it absolutely necessary? i guess it is. it's called competitiveness. we all have a desire to show the best sides of ourselves. to be good enough for everyone. to win others. frankly speaking, who enjoys losing? not me, for sure. and i dun think anyone does. desire. is it any different from greediness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the line that divides it is very thin, i must stress. VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you desire to win. you are greedy. you never thought of what will happen to the loser. you are selfish. but all in all, you are true. true to yourself. true to being what a human should be and what a human is NATURALLY. but yet, time after time, you get criticism. you get dissatisfaction from others. you get everything you want yet detest from others. no pain, no gain. you win some, you are bound to lose some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i dun deny that im competitive. which person isn't? but so we can stoop damn low to get it is it? being wrong to others, yet being right to yourself. is it better getting yourself hurt or others hurt? i have seen cases when people bottle up their feelings and now they are bitter and angry and crazy. they allowed themselves to be hurt time after time after time. maybe it is once too many that's why people explode. they care too much about others. they end up having experience all the hurt all alone. imagine the pain they put up with for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so are we supposed to be selfish? nope. it will gather dissatisfaction. we need to strike a balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, i dun supposed you ever want us to be selfish. but at the same time, i dun think you want us to suffer so much too. then why put so many misery in so many people's lives? it is really hard to strike a balance between happiness and hardships. we are all goldfishes swimming in the vast wide ocean. armed with the wrong weapons, trying, struggling to stay afloat, to remain buoyant. to survive. either we tolerate or we be cruel to others. wow. wad an easy choice to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you aren't selfish if you wna stay alive. it isn't inhuman to kill someone. in fact it is human. you kill someone to protect yourself. who doesn't want to? who wants to die. who hates their life? not me. i wna live. we all knw we shouldn't but too bad. it is a world where the fittest survive. and we are constantly proving to be better than each other. want to survive? no one can help. only you can help yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess, hypocrisy could be forgiven. life skill man. dun learn. you die. learn. dun die. haha. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. this isn't a blog. more like a vent and channel for me to channel out my thinking, thoughts and emotions. too bad if you dun like it. you aren't me. you like it? good. you dun like? never mind. no one ever affects my thinking. i think however, whatever i want to. this is me. like it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111487864162325836?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111487864162325836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111487864162325836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111487864162325836' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111479110878637843</id><published>2005-04-29T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:11:48.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry val. dunno why i reacted in that way today. was a bit miffed off at first. okay. forgive me will you? dun let this cause a strain to our frenship lah. i admit i was over-reacting. :) guess wad. let's do practise the right way. it is not your fault. it is not my fault. it is the SITUATION's fault. i love you, val! i dunno wad got over my head lah. forgive me, eh? haha. i cant believe i cried. so un-me. but i just want you to knw, i cried was because of the SITUATION i was in. super stressed. not because of you. look, i have put up with so many *ahem* teasing le. no reason why i shld flare up at you. got used to it liao mah. so, i am immune. haha. just kidding. so val, it is not your fault. wanqi, i dun blame you too. both of you were just kidding around. it was me. taking it so seriously and having reacted so harshly and i agree it was mean of me. haha. i clearly suck. but i still love all of you. every single one of you. just to reinforce them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beihan&lt;br /&gt;brenda : thanks for that sweet sms&lt;br /&gt;elaine : thanks for consoling me&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;genevieve: thanks darling!&lt;br /&gt;joanne&lt;br /&gt;melanie&lt;br /&gt;sheena&lt;br /&gt;wanqi : thanks for that hug!&lt;br /&gt;yijie&lt;br /&gt;yuwen&lt;br /&gt;zhixian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and lastly of all. valerie. you are a great friend lah. but i nvr expect those words. dun worry. i shld hv knwn that it was a joke. i aint even pissed or anything. i was just acting stupid okay?  you knw i dun mean it. please. you knw right? haha. hope we make up! haha. the chiobu leh. you dun owe me anything. not even an apology. you owe me NOTHING. frens dun owe each other anything. do they? i dun think so. lurveya truckloads, valerie lau le wei my sweetest sweetpie scandium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was damn tiring. cca till 5.30. so tired can? and gv and jo were trying to strip me... please. got guy lorh. somemore hwachong. girls...situation awareness. thank you. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have received complaints. this blog is getting boring. okay. whatever it is. i still love it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;my life is going down the drain. people, help me out&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111479110878637843?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111479110878637843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111479110878637843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111479110878637843' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111435229059751233</id><published>2005-04-24T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T07:18:10.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>see. i told you we rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got into the finals! pitting against 11 other teams. yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th May our big day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. we rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love all of you pple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111435229059751233?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111435229059751233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111435229059751233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111435229059751233' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111427757825580297</id><published>2005-04-23T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T10:32:58.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. we rocked the stage totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the blunders were perfect blunders. no one saw through them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my appreciation to everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melho: our oh-ever-so-nervous but responsible daoyan! haha.&lt;br /&gt;sophia: scandalous but nice daoyan! haha&lt;br /&gt;fiona: our stage manager and MY angel. haha&lt;br /&gt;ada: your only line made you shine! mama! eyeshadow rocks! and im NOT spastic everyday&lt;br /&gt;bernita: with age comes wisdom. got age but no wisdom. haha&lt;br /&gt;jesulyn: you blur toot. germs-hater&lt;br /&gt;charlene: jesu's blur twin. so cute!&lt;br /&gt;jean: eyedrop provider. stop scaring me with broken contact lenses info!&lt;br /&gt;jolyn: curtain sushi. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;joanne: darling! let's pray together more often, you nervous toot.&lt;br /&gt;eleanor: your bright flowery shirt! and thanks for all the props!&lt;br /&gt;zhixin: why nvr tie ur hair? cute little baby girl. spray-painted mask.&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth: dun worry, dear! i will always squeeze your hand! :)&lt;br /&gt;wanxi: my partner in the scenes! hyper toot too! yay! let's be hyper together&lt;br /&gt;and all who helped in one way or another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of you rock and we shall continue to be more bonded! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgcd rocks. we WILL get thru into the finals. we blew the candle so well right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. now is a summary for the day's events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached school at 12. sharp. yay! saw ada and walked into the classrm with her. den laoshi wanted someone to take the cake with her. lazy bums. :) dun wna move. so i go lorh. i junior. must be nice to seniors. haha. then laoshi talked to me along the way. said she will only give me booking, not dc. so nice! omg. i love you laoshi! haha. den we pai for a while. everyone was hyper after meal at jack's place. haha. then we took ju photos. damn cute and funny. mel wanted us to feel nervous. none of us were. haha. why must we be? haha. mel and sophia were super nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took bus to dhoby gaut. bus was so squeezy. me and sophia and bernita wanted to get off the bus to get those bossini windmills. but we did not. haha. den we reached plaza sing. mel and sumien went to buy macs. while we walked to the place. i went up to this promoter and ask her for a balloon. haha. super thick-skinned. ngee ann dunno wadever shit. den we walk past the istana. silly joanne go and traumatise the guards there. haha. then we walk for a LONG time. under the HOT sun. den what did we realised? we took the LONG way. haha. then when we walked past the istana park. my STUPID contact lenses decided to detach itself frm my eyeball and fell off. luckily i caught it. then i decided to wear it back with the help of jesu's saline solution. all the pple waited for me. and guess what. stupid lenses dun wna go back in! so we decided to wear it back in the competition venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so hyper, i was waving my bright red balloon. everyone was staring. haha. den my stupid contact lenses finally decided to go in. after so many pple cheered me on. yay! haha. then we sat on the waiting ground and eat. the balloons were helium-filled. could float. but the ceilings were so low! like wad, 5 cm taller than jesu and charlene? even i could retrieve the balloon if it floated up. then jolyn's ballon floated up. jesu and char were like, AHH AHH AHH. den everyone was laughing. den came yuling the great to the rescue. stood up and took the balloon. please jesu and charlene. both of you are taller than ME!! haha. then jesu, charlene, berni, jo and me went out to the non-aircon area to eat. den we talked a lot. jesu and char and berni are all smart. their GPAs all damn high. jesu! how can anyone get 3.8? omg. im freaking jealous. not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we saw the erm JUNLI frm dhs. all of us agreed he was damn gay. some even said he was mr lui lookalike or smth. pls. even bobos are less bimbo than that JUNLI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the hall! so fun. at first we were sleeping. everyone was. frm that boring documentary. only one person found it interesting. our dearest smart jesu! haha. then the schs began. the JUNLI play was damn funny lah. all of us were laughing and screaming, go JUNLI. his role was a gay anw. haha. sophia says he is not THAT extreme. no one is. omg. that extreme is too extreme! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came ri. we were screaming, go WENJUN. for sophia's sake. -winks- haha. the RI guys behind were laughing like crap. haha. it was funny. we dunno wenjun. haha. he had boobs and long hair. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and berni were criticising some not up-to-standard performances. we got style. rgcd has style. haha. berni rocks! thanks for attacking my snack shack. haha. then our criticism got on the nerves of this rvh guy. i was so pissed i glared at him. contacts nearly fell off. luckily they din. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ri and rvhs were good. rg is even better. we were all damn nervous as the time came. then mel was cooling us down. IRONIC leh! haha. bernita, jo and elizabeth were the most nervous. hugged all of them. did a raffles cheer and a XUN cheer. haha. it was fun. then our turn came. elizabeth was freaking out. dun worry dear! i squeezed her hand. squeezing hands are fun. haha. then -OMG- the time came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had some minor glitches but we did DAMN well. everyone thought so. even laoshi. and the crowd did cheer for us. at least i think so. haha. but. but. the MOST satisfaction came from the candles. we all blew them off! finally! omg. i think we so rock can? it's called MO QI or dunno wad. rapport! yes. it's called rapport, baby. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go for JU dinner. decided that going after we win the FINALS would be more appropriate. haha. :) went to ps. treated joanne and bernita to breadtalk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did WELL. melho and sophia thinks so too. sophia hugged all of us backstage. :) haha. no matter what the results are. love you pple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111427757825580297?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111427757825580297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111427757825580297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111427757825580297' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111427757736059728</id><published>2005-04-23T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T10:32:57.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. we rocked the stage totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the blunders were perfect blunders. no one saw through them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my appreciation to everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melho: our oh-ever-so-nervous but responsible daoyan! haha.&lt;br /&gt;sophia: scandalous but nice daoyan! haha&lt;br /&gt;fiona: our stage manager and MY angel. haha&lt;br /&gt;ada: your only line made you shine! mama! eyeshadow rocks! and im NOT spastic everyday&lt;br /&gt;bernita: with age comes wisdom. got age but no wisdom. haha&lt;br /&gt;jesulyn: you blur toot. germs-hater&lt;br /&gt;charlene: jesu's blur twin. so cute!&lt;br /&gt;jean: eyedrop provider. stop scaring me with broken contact lenses info!&lt;br /&gt;jolyn: curtain sushi. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;joanne: darling! let's pray together more often, you nervous toot.&lt;br /&gt;eleanor: your bright flowery shirt! and thanks for all the props!&lt;br /&gt;zhixin: why nvr tie ur hair? cute little baby girl. spray-painted mask.&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth: dun worry, dear! i will always squeeze your hand! :)&lt;br /&gt;wanxi: my partner in the scenes! hyper toot too! yay! let's be hyper together&lt;br /&gt;and all who helped in one way or another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of you rock and we shall continue to be more bonded! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rgcd rocks. we WILL get thru into the finals. we blew the candle so well right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. now is a summary for the day's events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached school at 12. sharp. yay! saw ada and walked into the classrm with her. den laoshi wanted someone to take the cake with her. lazy bums. :) dun wna move. so i go lorh. i junior. must be nice to seniors. haha. then laoshi talked to me along the way. said she will only give me booking, not dc. so nice! omg. i love you laoshi! haha. den we pai for a while. everyone was hyper after meal at jack's place. haha. then we took ju photos. damn cute and funny. mel wanted us to feel nervous. none of us were. haha. why must we be? haha. mel and sophia were super nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took bus to dhoby gaut. bus was so squeezy. me and sophia and bernita wanted to get off the bus to get those bossini windmills. but we did not. haha. den we reached plaza sing. mel and sumien went to buy macs. while we walked to the place. i went up to this promoter and ask her for a balloon. haha. super thick-skinned. ngee ann dunno wadever shit. den we walk past the istana. silly joanne go and traumatise the guards there. haha. then we walk for a LONG time. under the HOT sun. den what did we realised? we took the LONG way. haha. then when we walked past the istana park. my STUPID contact lenses decided to detach itself frm my eyeball and fell off. luckily i caught it. then i decided to wear it back with the help of jesu's saline solution. all the pple waited for me. and guess what. stupid lenses dun wna go back in! so we decided to wear it back in the competition venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so hyper, i was waving my bright red balloon. everyone was staring. haha. den my stupid contact lenses finally decided to go in. after so many pple cheered me on. yay! haha. then we sat on the waiting ground and eat. the balloons were helium-filled. could float. but the ceilings were so low! like wad, 5 cm taller than jesu and charlene? even i could retrieve the balloon if it floated up. then jolyn's ballon floated up. jesu and char were like, AHH AHH AHH. den everyone was laughing. den came yuling the great to the rescue. stood up and took the balloon. please jesu and charlene. both of you are taller than ME!! haha. then jesu, charlene, berni, jo and me went out to the non-aircon area to eat. den we talked a lot. jesu and char and berni are all smart. their GPAs all damn high. jesu! how can anyone get 3.8? omg. im freaking jealous. not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we saw the erm JUNLI frm dhs. all of us agreed he was damn gay. some even said he was mr lui lookalike or smth. pls. even bobos are less bimbo than that JUNLI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the hall! so fun. at first we were sleeping. everyone was. frm that boring documentary. only one person found it interesting. our dearest smart jesu! haha. then the schs began. the JUNLI play was damn funny lah. all of us were laughing and screaming, go JUNLI. his role was a gay anw. haha. sophia says he is not THAT extreme. no one is. omg. that extreme is too extreme! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came ri. we were screaming, go WENJUN. for sophia's sake. -winks- haha. the RI guys behind were laughing like crap. haha. it was funny. we dunno wenjun. haha. he had boobs and long hair. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and berni were criticising some not up-to-standard performances. we got style. rgcd has style. haha. berni rocks! thanks for attacking my snack shack. haha. then our criticism got on the nerves of this rvh guy. i was so pissed i glared at him. contacts nearly fell off. luckily they din. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ri and rvhs were good. rg is even better. we were all damn nervous as the time came. then mel was cooling us down. IRONIC leh! haha. bernita, jo and elizabeth were the most nervous. hugged all of them. did a raffles cheer and a XUN cheer. haha. it was fun. then our turn came. elizabeth was freaking out. dun worry dear! i squeezed her hand. squeezing hands are fun. haha. then -OMG- the time came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had some minor glitches but we did DAMN well. everyone thought so. even laoshi. and the crowd did cheer for us. at least i think so. haha. but. but. the MOST satisfaction came from the candles. we all blew them off! finally! omg. i think we so rock can? it's called MO QI or dunno wad. rapport! yes. it's called rapport, baby. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go for JU dinner. decided that going after we win the FINALS would be more appropriate. haha. :) went to ps. treated joanne and bernita to breadtalk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did WELL. melho and sophia thinks so too. sophia hugged all of us backstage. :) haha. no matter what the results are. love you pple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111427757736059728?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111427757736059728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111427757736059728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111427757736059728' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111357755308641729</id><published>2005-04-15T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T08:05:53.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;my mum's changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and i dun like the way she's turning out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;im feeling terrible inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;im actually missing school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;somebody, save me please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111357755308641729?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111357755308641729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111357755308641729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111357755308641729' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111356267870683732</id><published>2005-04-15T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T03:57:58.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was rgtt's finals! well done, raffles! rg won c div and got second for b div. but it was just like neck-to-neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was quite dampened when we went. due to some unforeseen circumstances. was pretty pissed. i mean. wahlau eh. straight dc. fine lorh. hmpfh. anyway, it's really damn unreasonable and too much lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but later on, kinda cheered up. thanks to val and her senior. her senior was like, unless you got SYF or sports competition. and we alrdy told them in advance. pissed me off. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were discussing if i was a himbo or bimbo. i am a himbo! because only guys play soccer and besides, as gv pointed out, im too smart to be a bimbo. haha. smartness has it's usage! and i was like rolling my eyes and saying," im a cheekopek, was supposed to be in ri. den transfered to rg to look and ogle at gals." joanne later on screamed that out loud and everyone was looking at me. wow. just the reputation i need. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the game started lorh. saw the ri "scott lookalike" den later on saw scott. like twins like that. haha. damn freaking funny. twins effect. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cheered okay! until now, i got no voice left. aargh. haha. den me, jo and gv damn extra. standing up whenever rg got a point. standing ovation. damn weird. haha. den went to toilet. this st nicks gurl said, "why do rg gals need to go to the toilet so often?" erm. the answer to your question. because we need to pee? and if we always go toilet, you wouldn't know unless you go even more often right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ri cheered today. cuz their sec1 intake this year so enthu! and cute! and short! and chio! and shuai! haha. make them sound until like some demon. but they really shuai-er than their seniors. and some even like, erm, more poser-ish than their seniors. saw flirtass farquhar. gv deliberately &lt;strike&gt; stood &lt;/strike&gt; squeezed between him and another gal. he was staring at gv lah. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den saw the police and thief guy. erm. he is in ri. gv describes him as "quite good-looking lah but his skin so dark! like burnt like that!" hahaha. den we were like calling him by his name on drama serials and looking for wenwenleexianmin so we can intro. haha. like they dun alrdy knw each other. haha. and he is super tanned can? haha. and we were screaming, "xiao kang!", "weiwei!". haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw my neighbour lorh. so damn cute. maybe it is not him. haha. actually i can't remember how he looks like. only remember that he is sec1, damn short and cute. haha. then gv and jo likes him! haha. they were like,&lt;br /&gt;"calling for yuling's neighbour!" whatever lorh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den it was prize presentation. we screamed MOUNT RUSHMORE when everyone else was quiet. val was blushing and giggling lorh. haha. it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang sch sing with the little left of a voice i had. and it finally ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we bought drinks and then wanqi reminded me of my ipod. so i took it out and i was calling it "my pregnancy test-kit." wad i did NOT know was that, there was a whole group of rafflesians behind me. just utterly great and wonderful. and by rafflesians, i mean the other side of the raffles family. but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were walking up the overhead bridge. "imposter scott" looked down from the top and started shouting as his fren who was behind us. wow. then suddenly i felt rain. not bad eh? got free moisturiser. for walking past him everyday when i go to school for 2 years. moisturiser gift. not bad. YUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we were walking and gv was talking about my *ahem* strap. situation awareness, dear. we were sandwiched between two batch of ri posers and losers. den you speak so SO loudly abt *ahem*. not very sensible, eh? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went home. not before i treated them to breadtalk. wahahaha. im NOT loaded. thanks. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111356267870683732?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111356267870683732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111356267870683732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111356267870683732' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111296885316950179</id><published>2005-04-08T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T07:17:05.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;all about you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's all about you, it's all about you baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you, it's all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you asked me something I thought you knew&lt;br /&gt;So I told you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you whispered in my ear and you told me to&lt;br /&gt;Said you make my life worth while&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would answer all your wishes&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me to&lt;br /&gt;But if you deny me one of your kisses&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close and say three words like you used to do&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the kitchen tiles it's all about you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guitar Solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would answer all your wishes if you asked me to&lt;br /&gt;But if you deny me one of your kisses don't know what I’d do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close and say three words like you used to do&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the kitchen tiles&lt;br /&gt;Yes you make my life worth while&lt;br /&gt;So I told you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you, it's all about you baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you, it's all about you baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you, it's all about you baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you, it's all about you&lt;br /&gt;It's all about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is so darn sweet. all about you by mcfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been a bad day. stupid english den stupid comments by some pple at assembly. shan't get affected cuz i rock. freak you all. i am really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lemme cover some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tessa's bday. happy birthday darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english. everyone was scolding and debating. like wad the. f words. vulgarities. ALL OVER THE PLACE. but he deserved it totally. oh man. 15/25. like wad the. i hate english now. and we were scolding him and i was really pissed. like wad the. i told him straight in the face tht he PISS me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch. me, mel, jo, qi and peiqi. haha. we were crazy. peiqi! come to 206. we wld love to have you! haha. muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cle workshop. lame. funny. weird. noisy. got scolded for screaming BOOGEYMAN. coach isaac and coach james. super lame. lame lame lame. but quite helpful i think. teach us interpersonal skills. not bad, eh? and almost slept. quite fun arh? flirtatious joanne ask for luke.SHUAIGE luke. despo joanne. flirtatious scandalous joanne. haha. but we forgive you. haha. james promise to pass the message. but....dun you think tht luke will be a little too old? dashing and handsome, i knw. but OLD leh. haha. yannie the wanyan couldn't recognise me. fine. hmpfh. do i look THAT different? i wave to her straight in the face, she ask me, "who are you?" OMG. tht's so NOT hurt. can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pple at assembly. chinese pro den ok arh? we got exclude you all meh? we are so damn offended. you think we discriminate and despise you? you are wrong. anw, waddya want then? and you tried to fool us. im pissed. fool us for wad? luckily my chinese is ok. freak lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rg netball. you rock. beat st mags and ijtp. knew you gurls could do it. muacks. practise so hard. you guys deserve the reward! indulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn hiphop. haha. so cool. SHALL WE DANCE totally rocks. TOTALLY. richard gere. oh man. waltz simply rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall we dance is such a sweet and cute movie! cant wait to watch samara or the pacifier with the sixers. totally fun. yay! haha. i rly miss 206. haha.let's all take....the same aesthetic! DANCE!!! please? den at least we can see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost here is ranked number 1 on Perfect 10 Top 20. yay!!! so cool. let me list a song list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;the hits tht just reached the classroom of rgs, e310&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;almost here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;do something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;predictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;206 ROCKS my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;if it's love that keeps us breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;gives us something to believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;is it fear that makes us blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;tell me, why is love so hard to find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111296885316950179?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111296885316950179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111296885316950179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111296885316950179' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111253458678742570</id><published>2005-04-03T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T06:23:06.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for april fool's details. pls refer to xian's blog. thank you. im not going to type a damn long entry. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. pple. i only wanna know you if your age is anywhere near mine. and im 14. it does not help if you are a balding 23 yr old or a teenage lesbian. dun waste ur time. i wouldn't want to knw you. thank you. i knw im so great lah. so great im constantly hounded by pple whom i dunno and dun NOT wish to knw. if you knw who you are, kindly beat a retreat. your effort would be greatly appreciated. thank you. unless ure the neighbour tht i happen to have a great and humongous crush on. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a cute sec1 neighbour. damn cute! yay! haha. so small and minute. so CUTE!!!! haha. but i dun crush him liao. cuz i forgot how he look like. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a gor. a defiant sarcastic bad and lame gor. pple. i shall try to become a better gor. meanwhile, bear with me a little. HAHA. but i ain't the big brother if some gang as quoted by jon CHEN. not jon ong. if jon ong says tht, i make sure i slaughter him and chop him up. haha. okay. im stupid. im lame. i suck. happy april fool's. and april fool's allowed me to realise who were the hopeless romantics. thinking of it makes me wanna laugh. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111253458678742570?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111253458678742570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111253458678742570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111253458678742570' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111210500381654034</id><published>2005-03-29T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T06:03:23.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im SICK. the doctor just declared that my blood vessels are weak and thin. they will break all the time. no wonder in nursery and kindergarten, i had nosebleeds EVERY SINGLE MORNING! yay! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you all the following pple for caring so much abt me! whee! haha lurveya guys. good frens arh!&lt;br /&gt;-elizardbird&lt;br /&gt;-xiannie&lt;br /&gt;-mel&lt;br /&gt;-betty beihan&lt;br /&gt;-yuwen!&lt;br /&gt;-gv!&lt;br /&gt;-qiqi! my qikopek! MINE. haha.&lt;br /&gt;-val my LAUPO/GONG. our baby leh? stuck in the pipes. haha&lt;br /&gt;-tessa! my mortal rocks!&lt;br /&gt;-amanda! my in-law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my medicine is 600 MILLION bacteria daily. damn great. thanks doctor! haha. im too tired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;-jon ONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111210500381654034?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111210500381654034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111210500381654034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111210500381654034' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111167988292174780</id><published>2005-03-24T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T07:58:02.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired. today got science centre thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached jurong east and was freaked out liao. wanted to take group photo then we kena shot by some tv crew or smth. they said it was for documentary. den filmed us. wad the. we refused lah. but they still shot us! wad the. haha. nvm lah. for remembrance of twosixers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science centre was qt fun lorh, actually. when it started the first "volunteer" was val. obviously the sixers and yiyun sabo her. then we were calling names like mount everest!, go! with reference to her *ahem*. haha. cuz half the time me and mel and wen were playing hangman. den when wen left for comp, qt bored liao. then me and eli decided to volunteer ourselves for some electric thing. electric sent thru eli's body as a medium then she had to touch me. then chemistry struck. sparks flew. LITERALLY. it was quite cool lah. den we were super noisy lah. but our noise not bad lah. qt constructive one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after lunch rushed back to sch for rs workshop. not bad lah. boring but quite useful lorh. then we traumatised some gals frm other schs by doing stupid stuff. haha. cuz got tinted glass windows. we can see them, they carn see us. then we started pulling faces and opening part of the window and letting out our ponytails. damn funny. we din listen lorh. qi, me, gv and xian were talking all the time. and at times the tchr thought we were very unproductive. but thankfully, god gave me super gd brains which were put to use. just knw the qns, can do liao. haha. of course, qi, xian and gv also not bad lah.then the tchr were like picking on us, but we could go up and present and even got the tchr to agree and said we were good. haha. then after tht nobody wanted to present, then i gladly volunteered lorh. haha. anw, he pose no threat to me. can easily do him off. haha. den me and eli and xian and gv acted in a role-play. we were like siao. screaming and whining. haha. tchr qt taken aback. keep laughing. my class rocks man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you knw wad? you dun affect me at all. i knw who my frens are. i love all my frens. you pple really really rock. im damn touched. thanks pals. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111167988292174780?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111167988292174780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111167988292174780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111167988292174780' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111156640576790591</id><published>2005-03-22T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:29:04.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1) Name a song which makes you hyper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dancing In The Moonlight by Toploader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Name a song which makes you feel depressed and suicidal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Welcome To My Life by Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3) Name a song which reminds you of your crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;no crush but if there was one...True by Ryan Cabrera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4) Name a song which makes you feel young again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1985 by Bowling for Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Name a song which makes you think that love is a tragedy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Almost Here by Brian Mcfadden and Delta Goodrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Name a song which makes you feel about your lost love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Try by Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Name a song which you are currently infatuated with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey Juliet by LMNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Which song is it playing on your CD player now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vindicated by Dashboard Confessionals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;9) Name a song which makes you wanna fall in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yellow by Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Name a song which makes you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Only One by Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Name a song which makes you think of a certain someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rich Girl by Gwen Stefani. VAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12) Name a song which will you always remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Name a song which that you hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Candy Shop by 50 cent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Name a song you haven't heard or sang for ages &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mockingbird by Eminem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Name a song which is so sweet till it gives you cavities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Reason by Hoobastank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Name a song which makes you boogie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Obviously by Mcfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Name a song which touched you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Guilty by Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Name a song which is your all-time favourite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Perfect by Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Name a song which comforts you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll Stand By You by Girls Aloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Name a song which inspires you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hero by Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;21) Name a song which you feel strongly for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Single by Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Name a song which gets you awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bring Me To Life by Evanescence. it's my alarm song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Name a song which makes you feel dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;N Dey Say by Nelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Name a song which you will melt to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Way by Clay Aiken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Name a song which is very meaningful to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Only Love by Trademark. xianneh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Name a song which makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;not cry. but sad? Boulevard Of Broken Dreams by Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Name a song which makes your head start spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FEI YU QING SONGS. suck so much i vomit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Name a song which reminds you of your childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Name a song which reminds you of some people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Predictable by Good Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30) Name a song which you wanto to dedicate to your teach***s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Shut Up by Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;31) Name a song which makes you feel weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Since You've Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32) Name a song which you would like to dedicate to your classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's What I Go To School For by Busted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sixers. you are what i go to sch for... :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111156640576790591?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111156640576790591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111156640576790591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111156640576790591' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111148657083620889</id><published>2005-03-22T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T02:16:10.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they died for all free men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lest we forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yesterday was battlefield tour. was ok lah. super sunny but still ok. we went to labrador park, changi museum and kranji war memorial and the battlebox at fort canning lorh. i prayed at the changi chapel. i knw i am not a christian but it does not mean tht i carn pray at the chapel. haha. free-thinker. do you even call tht a religion? oh. nvm. kranji war memorial was super emotion-evoking. tht ceremony was superb. i dun think many schs wld hv a bagpipe player and trumpet play while we pay our respects. somemore they are professional pple. looking at those graveyards were saddening. soldiers died at ages of 21, 22. damn young lah. after we prayed, there was a halo of light shining frm the sky. im NOT kidding. it's rly like a HALO. streams connected and form a circle of light shining on us. i mean, it sounds damn drama and almost impossible but it rly happened lorh. must be telling us smth lah. it's damn nice and sweet can? i think they heard our sincere prayers lorh. wad else could it be rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i think wars SUCK ok? okay. nvm. had lunch at harbourfront. we ate at mac's when we were supposed to eat at some ulu ulu hawker centre. ms devika said it was chek jawa's decision. can you believe he went? bleargh. anw, bh said smth which i totally and everyone agreed. his decision means OUR decision. muahaha. 206 rocks man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;battlebox was scary lah. actually it was not scary. the guide was scary. suddenly appeared behind us. scare the living daylights out of us. i mean in the darkness, suddenly got somebody appear behind you. scary lorh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;today, qi, xian, gv and i meet at amk library lorh. then we walked around lookin for Macs which we totally could not find. ended up eating at some loser hawker centre. haha. nt bad lorh. their caramel coffee rocks. but the food arh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;den we realised tht 206 rocks. oh man. i rly rly rly dun wanna leave twosix. i mean, which other class hv more fun than 206? we all knw it's true tht 206 has the most fun lah. shit man. haiz. dun wanna talk abt this anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;shadows bleeding through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;where's the love once shined so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;came without a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;don't let go on us tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love's not always black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;why haven't i always loved you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111148657083620889?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111148657083620889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111148657083620889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111148657083620889' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111133051447506891</id><published>2005-03-20T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T06:55:35.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. today someone send me an email. as usual. those inspiring messages with cute graphic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one tht struck me because i was very sure i seen tht so many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as life goes on, hope goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. first thought. chey. this email so freaking cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i rmb wad i said before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a reason why some things are cliche. it's because they are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as life goes on, hope goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with life, there's always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all the kpo pple. love here does NOT means bgr. thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #66ccff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Fun Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/fun-friend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who keeps your group laughing&lt;br /&gt;And you've always got an idea for something fun to do&lt;br /&gt;The party's not complete without you&lt;br /&gt;And you wouldn't miss it for the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agree. there is no reason i would miss fun for anything in the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111133051447506891?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111133051447506891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111133051447506891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111133051447506891' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111124863309257647</id><published>2005-03-19T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T08:15:20.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this test or rather, quiz is DAMN easy. you guys better score full. haha. must pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=050319103337-867857"&gt;www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=050319103337-867857&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111124863309257647?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111124863309257647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111124863309257647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111124863309257647' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111104650886729038</id><published>2005-03-16T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T00:24:38.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was creating 6AB a friendster account. den i realised how much i missed pri sch. going home before 1. now, it's virtually IMPOSSIBLE. it seem not long ago, when i just received my PSLE results. i did not cry. yanyee was crying, sad to leave the sch, to leave the class. i did not even cry. i dun think tht's because i was damn strong or leaving the sch did not matter to me. now, i realised. i did not cry because i did not believe i was going to leave the sch. 17 rg gals. how bad can tht be? i was adaptable to any situation and it did not rly matter tht i was leaving northland. all my closer friends were moving on to rg with me. now i knw it would nvr be the same. a class of 40 kids cannot be replaced by just 10 gurls. the sch and it's learning environment cannot be replaced once it has hitched and secured such a deep position in my heart. yes. facilities wise, how can northland ever surpassed rg? and goodness, i cant imagine living without air-conditioned classrooms. but deep down, we all knw tht we definitely love northland twice as much as rg. and for some, even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nvr appreciated northland while i was there. i loved sch for my classmates and tht was it. now northland plays a large part of my life and ironically, it was when i graduated, den did i realised how important northland was to me. why must we always lose smth before we learn to cherish and treasure it? i knw it may sound cliched but there's a reason why some things remain cliched after all this while. it's because as cliched as they are, they are also the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things i miss abt northland. 2 yrs we have moved on as a class. and to me, i knw we will alwas stay as a class. i was in the STUPID hothouse program where i was cruelly separated frm the rest of the class so tht the tchr could concentrate on us. i knw during this period of time, i had lost contact with the 6AB bunch, going back only for chinese lessons. but the hothouse pple never felt left out. i've heard tht the 6AA bunch of hothouse pple felt damn left out. but 6AB always made out felt welcomed. it must be the pple in there. haha. i knw i've been mean to many pple esp the guys. i rly regretted my childish and immatured behaviour but i've grown up. we all have. we knw how to tolerate and tht our behaviour in pri sch wasn't exactly the best thing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. speaking abt hothouse. i realised smth. NO GUYS IN 6AB qualified for hothouse. MUAHAHAHA. i miss northland. i miss our captain ball games. i miss our hothouse program. i miss our overseas immersion trips. i miss our grps. i miss our competitions. i miss mrs teo, mrs valerio. i miss p5 camp. oh man. p5 camp rly rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who you wanna be a&lt;br /&gt;bravo warrior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i rly hope we could turn back time. but c'est impossible. haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111104650886729038?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111104650886729038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111104650886729038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111104650886729038' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111080420056546969</id><published>2005-03-14T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T04:43:20.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today went to see gv's match. dun worry abt it gv! you tried your best wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a taxi to plaza singapura. den they asked me to go hougang instead. waste my money sia! so i took the mrt to hougang. damn far lorh. den i reached kfc. which i finished my meal in like, 6 mins and den went back to plaza singapura! couldn't we just eat there? played a game with mel on the train. a stupid little game. she toot lah. went into the train with qi. den me and jie were caught outside. haha. den mel and qi waited for us at the next stop. haha. then mel and me were maintaining our balance on the train. mel cheated and still lost. haha. mel lost. i dun care. mel LOST. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den mel and qi went home while me and yijie went to spotlight to crap our time away. haha. den i went to buy roses for tessa and jiali and gv. jiali and tessa arh. i hug them, they so shocked. hugging is a rg tradition lah. den went to kallang to meet jon and anthony. i did NOT dao them. i am NOT dao. and yijie freak me out cuz she was shouting at me " wad are we waiting for? you tell me, why are we waiting!" and then after the guys came, we shared a cab. who say cannot hail cab frm the PIE rd? haha. i succeeded okay! haha. then i scurried into the cab first. yijie took VERY long to realise tht she gotta sit beside anthony. actually also no big deal lah. den i settled the cab fare which was pretty cheap, if you ask me. haha. then we finally got there. when we reached, gv still not there lah. and i did NOT dao the guys. im gonna make this clear. hw to tok if u pple ask me only yes/no questions? haha. den i gave the rose to gv lah! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alyssa dropped her coins all over the floor. den me and yijie and ant and jon were picking them up. while alyssa just stood there. she so cute. kept asking questions. haha. then ask me if she was irritating. haha. no, u aren. i traumatised alyssa lah. haha. then alyssa bought so many tissue packets frm me. and she kept asking if i want it back but she pay the money. haha. i declined. then later he gave the tissue to jon and ant as souvenir. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den jiali came, so i gave the rose to jiali den the organiser lady was like, so embarrassing arh? i damn pissed. give rose for luck will die meh? hmpfh. den erm, we sat down and did not tok. but i din dao! hmpfh. haha. then i was like co-ordinator like tht. kept calling pple to come, cheer gv, then find those pple who were lost. den val and yiyun came, then val arh. "hi johnny!" so brightly. scary and so jon was traumatised. haha. then after tht, she was like, "gv, come and kiss johnny" right in front of jon and ant. i saw ant sniggering. haha. i was laughing a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tessa came and i gave her the rose. val said tht tessa's dad looked like mr mizar and tht started us laughing again. but it was funny. then jon started escaping frm his worship band tchr. haha. whatever for? he also wun eat you up, rite? haha. and so, me, val, yiyun, gv, alyssa, yijie, jiali went to kfc. oh yeah. and ant and jon. more like they dao us, they were lagging behind lah. haha. then at KFC, beihan FINALLY came. then she so funny. come in, den whined and whined and whined and whined. then we all followed her. haha. then according to jon, he lost his appetite after tht. haha. then han stole my money. and she took it home. my money. my money. but i owe her a movie treat lah. haha. okay. i said bye to both ant and jon so i did NOT dao you guys. fine. haha.jon is a budding photograper at candid shots. and i hafta thank ant for attempting to stop jon frm filming us on the cab. yupps. and i did NOT dao you pple. wadever for? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i went home. damn tired. tessa and jiali won. happy for you pple. all the wonders of my darling rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. and i did NOT dao anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111080420056546969?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111080420056546969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111080420056546969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111080420056546969' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111071165975848330</id><published>2005-03-13T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T03:00:59.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tmr going to watch gv play. sharing cab there with yijie, beihan and -horrors- jon. haha. i hope gv wins. you better win arh. haha. i shall watch tessa my darling mortal play too. cuz she so zai, dun watch is a pity. haha. kallang is darn far lah. kallang is 500 zillion centimetres away frm yishun. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111071165975848330?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111071165975848330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111071165975848330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111071165975848330' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111055095957882698</id><published>2005-03-11T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T06:22:39.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LAST DAY OF SCH !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and pple. rg is special. after march holidays come the LEARNING JOURNEY week. another week of slack mode. go to sch like twice in the whole week and just go for FIELDTRIPS. imagine us, singing on the bus AGAIN. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;today was swim fest. TARBET won. tarbet is a wonderful house. tarbet! tarbet! i wanna scream. okay. thank you leeqi and mel! our DARLING dear swim captains. haha. i lurve ya guys. today was swimming trunks galore. red, yellow and worse WHITE. nope. we all knw wad's worse. pinstriped with pink stripes. wad can i say but YUCKS? haha. nt like we want to look lah. but it was damn eye-catching. then tht ri shortie ran until so damn cute. like my little bimbo cousin. even i can run more macho lah. haha. then tarbet WON! yay! tarbet. muacks. i love tarbet. i mean, i so enthu rite? two-six so united. only class to stand up and cheer like siao for inter-level. then we were like "nana baby. dun mess with my baby." then sheena gave us the "oh no. not again" look. haha. so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sheesh. im damn tired. tmr still got CD rehearsal. like wad the. i think i getting sick. damn pain and bones abt to break. din even swim today. wad the.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111055095957882698?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111055095957882698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111055095957882698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111055095957882698' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111028076135454089</id><published>2005-03-08T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T03:19:21.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is international butt-piching day. mel started it. damn pain, i tell you. i was walking on the stairs. then the freaking mel. go and pinch mine. super pain. can feel her nails deepenin. then i passed it on to xian. then very soon it was butt attack. all in the public. haha.but it was erm, bonding? haha. then val the toot was singing rich gals. when she carn. HAHA. okay. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today teoritetongue was so rude to us. ask us to shut up. "shut up means shut up ah!" wad the. then we answered his ammahrite qns. kena scolded. " i tear ur tongue out arh" so i went " i wld like to see you try tht." freak him lorh. den i went against him all the time. did maths in his class. freak lorh. we were damn pissed lorh and how cld a tchr do tht? amanda dun like him too. amanda! let's defy him together. 206, 208 work hand in hand. haha. den drive him to his grave VERY early. haha. luckily val, my hubby complained to mrs poon. mrs poon is nice lorh. i think she is lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val! our baby is dead but i nvr bury IT. put inside my fridge only. omg. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was CD auditions. okay lorh. i got into a role alrdy. but tht role is so extra. haha. but will be entering competition den get points. so why not? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111028076135454089?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111028076135454089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111028076135454089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111028076135454089' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111019351855583363</id><published>2005-03-07T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T03:17:53.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;val!my ipod shuffle is not pregnancy test kit okay! what green line tht means pregnant. dun lend you liao. HMPFH. a pregnancy test kit where got so ex? next time must remember to use condom! see now! i pregnant. but i dun understand. i made brenda pregnant last yr. then i got pregnant. how is tht possilbe arh? and u think i got money buy pregnancy kit, no money buy condom arh? come on lah. haha. and im NOT asexual. pls lorh. val did tht to my stomach. like sheena, i shall be high-class. at RAFFLES hotel. unlike brenda. cheapskate. bring me to hotel 81 only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anw, people. my baby is sasha agugu xie. wadever. haha. nice name rite? reminds me of agogo-tay. haha. my baby died lorh. dropped out while i was running on the sch track. then the impact lorh. im heartbroken. i was like crying lorh. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;den after tht, val fell on the badminton courts. den me and mel pryed her legs open. 1, 2, 3, val, PUSH. it's coming out. PUSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;had a pretty good game today. me and yijie up against yuwen and gv. not bad lah. gv was playing tennis though. haha. her tennis strokes arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pls lorh. today i bumped into a cat high person. he was like, "omg. im so sorry. are you okay?". the other day i bumped into a neighbourhood sch student, who went "sorry! sorry!" and he din even bump into me. we just like blocked each other's way. zhixian bumped into ri guy. who says 'wahbiang'. ri big deal arh? which reminds me. paul! you shld be JC1 this yr. i slap you arh. traumatise me in p6. scold me for wad? my fault meh? you din say properly lorh. next time i get yityng bash you up. you idiot. big deal. some idiot chemicals only lorh. stupid paul freak you. i still rmb. and till now, i hate ri for wad. and i hate you even more. malu me when it was unneccessary. freak you lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im BORED. today help out for sports heats. got my ego bruised. stupid mr gigi was scolding me! pls i was helping out. still scold me. den i held the umbrella for poonpoon. she like empress like tht. i waited on her. but i think she quite nice lah. quite qing qie lorh. haha. im tired. and bored. someone, save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111019351855583363?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111019351855583363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111019351855583363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111019351855583363' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111012414240153910</id><published>2005-03-06T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T07:52:55.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im so bored. i need a gf, tt's wad jon says. okay. GF? hahaha. yeah rite. i ain't les lah. stupid jon. i snatch gv, den you knw arh. i am a guy but im gay lah, cannot arh? so i need a bf to cure boredom. i pick one, okay? oliver james AND michael owen. yeah, i am a two-timer. cannot arh? and jon, stop intro-ing guys to me. i will settle for guys no less than owen and oliver james. oliver james is A person, not two. OLIVER JAMES is not oliver AND james. got tht?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111012414240153910?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111012414240153910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111012414240153910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111012414240153910' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111012214996117270</id><published>2005-03-06T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T07:15:49.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;omg. i am so tired! aargh. my neck is twisted again! aargh. okay! i shall rip my math test. in fact for every test, my frens deserve to score better than me. it's not like i din study. just tht i copy their hmwk. sorry lah, gurls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111012214996117270?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111012214996117270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111012214996117270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111012214996117270' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111003718117879759</id><published>2005-03-05T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T07:39:41.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;omg. tt sounded like i was tokking about a guy. nope. i am tokking abt a shuai person. but not a guy. our yanhui. i will nvr forget yanhui. i knw she left so long ago. but i think i just realised it. omg. now i rly treasure ALL my frens. onesix. twosix. yanhui went. sheena came. perhaps sheena will override the place of yanhui but i hope not. dun get me wrong. i love yanhui and sheena as much as each other. i love you both, got that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to all my six-y darlings, esp if i am DAMN close to you. if you ever leave me like yanhui did. i m rly gonna kill you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;val&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yijie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;brend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;beihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;laine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sheena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;life will be empty without you all. i carn imagine life without any of you. i knw this may not seem it. but now got tears on my keyboard. my tears. i am damn sad. i dun want to split up. shit lorh. i dun want to split up! f**k rg.  imagine. less crapping. less taking of photographs. less singing together. less of teasing tchrs. less of you guys. omgosh. i rly dun want. i love you guys. and now. why did i tot of all this crap? STUPID YANHUI LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111003718117879759?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111003718117879759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111003718117879759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#111003718117879759' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111003636842320888</id><published>2005-03-05T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T07:26:34.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hey. knw wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you. and i just realised tht. but i really love and miss you. pls come back. you are so far away. how am i gonna survive without you. shit. im feeling very terrible inside. i knw it's been long since you've been gone. i shld have recovered. but it's like 12am and i realised tht you are not here. i see you on msn. and i dun tok to you. cuz i dunno wad to say. i just realised. national swim meet coming soon. you are not gonna be there to tell me wad the hell is happening. you are not there to diss acs with me. shit. you are so far away and yet, you seem further. u knw. i always admire you. you have always been a symbol of courage. frm standing up to catching cockroaches. frm playing when ure injured to NOT complaining when ure injured. omg. omg. omg. im close to tears. i love you, dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111003636842320888?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111003636842320888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111003636842320888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#111003636842320888' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-111000093052213645</id><published>2005-03-04T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T06:52:53.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeah. shit. i got so much to do and so little time. and worse, i just realised tht we hv chinese CA like this wk. and i haven touched my book yet. haven touched it. haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick! i got fever and flu. had to miss Founder's Day because of tht and i heard it was so much fun. freak lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay let's see wad i need to finish this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*// mug for chinese CA&lt;br /&gt;*// mug for english cuz chek jawa hates me now.&lt;br /&gt;*// lit performance task&lt;br /&gt;*// science project report&lt;br /&gt;*// geog formative test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freak tht 'amirite'. din tell me anything at all. yiyun was the one who explained everything to me. yiyun gave me the idea of checkin out the reader's digest. wad did amirite do? dye his hair. wad the. freak lorh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i smart. so i knew how to do. of cuz with yiyun's help. i din flunk maths! yay! got 32/40. not tht good. actually a lot of pple deserve to get higher than me. nope. actually EVERYBODY deserves higher marks than me. i ought to die and go to &lt;strike&gt; &lt;superstrike&gt;heaven&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; hell. oh my. i hate myself. god got me in this cotradicting predicament. freak lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-111000093052213645?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111000093052213645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/111000093052213645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#111000093052213645' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110985286071413345</id><published>2005-03-03T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T04:27:40.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wahahaha. now my mum work overtime. so mustly quickly use computer. she come home den i scram into the room. yupps. haha. okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;vallau! how could you say tht abt my hair? haha. okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now everybody, let's learn frm valerie and all go rebond our hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;den it will become smooth and silky just like a baby's face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;omg. rhymes leh. im such a pro-ed assholic asshole. haha. den i took revenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;val! shuna referring to you leh-----the worst voice in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha. i joking only, rite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;val so nice she will understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha. den poon poon says tht my hair too long. den she grabbed it. quite gently. but i dun care cuz i dun like it! haha. so tmr, i shall tie my hair up cuz tmr got chinese and i dun wanna get booked! but i think i look spastic. super un-me. yucks. pooi. i vomiting now liao. yucks lorh. but they say i look pai-er so the movie thingy will go better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kokiku. kokiku. kokiku&lt;/strong&gt;. knw wad? i going &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;everyday&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;everywhere &lt;/strong&gt;i go. &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt;'s calling &lt;strong&gt;kokiku, kokiku, kokiku.&lt;/strong&gt; wished i din knw so many pple. den lesser pple to call me kokiku. haha. im well-known now! haha. yanyee was telling me abt Mr Mizar showing their class my essay. so funny. and ironical.rush out crap. and get passed to other classes. crap rocks. xian, am i rite? haha. tmr got BORING SUBJECTS. i dun wanna take back my math test. pretty sure tht i flunked it. mrs chew was like staring into me today. aargh. i hate my maths. i so famous lorh. everyone calls me kokiku. now the whole population of rgs i knw call me kokiku. very soon the whole world will call me kokiku. haha. must set kokiku as a....erm copyrighted trademark. thanks mel! she gave me this fantastic superb nickname. &lt;strong&gt;KOKIKU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now. i ask for extension for science. the poogle as xian says, she agreed. haha. poogles are nice!!! neopets wad. haha. today i realised tht eleanor and elizabeth are darn alike. not only their faces but also their expressions, and attitudes. got mentality of one year olds. haha. but they rock. very....erm....entertaining arh? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i look fierce! haha. elizabeth said when i glare at her, she gets so shocked till she's scared. gv says i look defiant and she likes it. charissa thinks tht if i see eli's RI frens, i will probably roll my eyes off. and my glare and defiant look will kill half the population cuz they are too scared. haha. i got a FIERCE face. frm now onwards i shall always SMILE. smile like an idiot. smile at nothing. pls lah. i am so guai rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dunno why i've been defying all those tchrs. i guess they just struck a chord inside me. a chord that rings 'useless'. freak them lorh. all so LOSER. i despise them lorh. haha. actually not their fault. i am defiant by heart. so defiant xian keeps emphasising on it. den during philo i challenged chek jawa so much. i think it's not my fault. okay. not like i pushing blame. but i think when i challenge, tchrs must be able to rebutt. not say "sry. i dunno" or "let you knw later". they are the tchrs. dun lemme break down their defences lah. i mean, like they hafta teach rite? if not, i also no choice but to challenge them. haha. dun care lah. tchrs. aargh. NOT my type of career. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love my frens. thanks for standing up for me against tht - person. -, whoever you are. i rly like to knw. i wun get angry lah. i seldom do. anw, i do suck. haha. but not tht bad lah. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110985286071413345?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110985286071413345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110985286071413345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110985286071413345' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110968179047873883</id><published>2005-03-01T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T04:56:30.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i am so tired. but still gotta read up on history. actually. i KNOW i will just slack lorh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;today xianneh pointed middle finger. got caught by chek jawa. i went online. got caught by stonefish. teachers arh. tarbetians are so pro! tht two 108 ones. haha. esp the cute cute one. who screamed tarbetians! so cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pple. i knw i am so god damned nice. but pls stop going kokiku everytime you see me. i mean i knw i nice but tht's so overboard. haha. kokiku: the kokkingly kokkiest kokkable kokky kok. wadever lorh. hmpfh. but i knw i rock. but u guys dun hv to go so crazy over me. haha. ego sia. just stop kokiku-ing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my history assignment, mr mizar!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110968179047873883?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110968179047873883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110968179047873883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110968179047873883' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110934636331391201</id><published>2005-02-25T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T07:46:03.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost&lt;br /&gt;by Bowling For Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I almost got drunk at school, at fourteen&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost made out with the Homecoming Queen&lt;br /&gt;Who almost went on to be Miss Texas&lt;br /&gt;But lost to a slut, with much bigger breastes&lt;br /&gt;I almost dropped out to move to LA&lt;br /&gt;Where I was almost famous for almost a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost loved you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wished you would've loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I almost held up a grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost did five years and then seven more&lt;br /&gt;Cause I almost got bopped for a fight with a thug&lt;br /&gt;Cause he almost made off with a bunch of the drugs&lt;br /&gt;That I almost got hooked on cause you ran away&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I would've had the nerve to ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You kept me guessin' and now I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;To spend my time missing you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish you would've loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here I go, thinking 'bout all the things I could've done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need a forklift, cause all the baggage weighs a ton&lt;br /&gt;(baggage weighs a ton)&lt;br /&gt;I know we've had our problems, I can't remember one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I almost forgot to say something else&lt;br /&gt;And if I can't fit it in, I'll keep it all to myself&lt;br /&gt;I almost wrote a song about you today&lt;br /&gt;But I tore it all up and then I threw it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You kept me guessin' and now I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;To spend my time missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I almost had you (almost had you)&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish you would've loved me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;this song absolutely rocks. i love them. bowling for soup. so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110934636331391201?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110934636331391201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110934636331391201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110934636331391201' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110917068084619570</id><published>2005-02-23T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T06:58:00.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today professor ernest chew came to talk. super funny. he was sweating.den told us that farquhar is pronounced as farker. super funny. me, zhixian, peiqi were crapping. haha. xian made new gf, peiqi. peiqi damn funny, can? haha. how did farquhar interact with the indigeneous pple? bet you dunno. haha. too bad. we know. haha. where did farquhar stay? you dunno this, you dumb. haha. den professor chew said that we were the pro-farquhar, and anti-raffles pple. cos we kept cheering. haha. think we rock. super defiant. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today got smacked by xian like over 10 times? for being defiant to mr lau. i told her to do so. or later i cannot comtrol lorh. haha. today i treated him okay liao. only said that his methods useless, only cause more disruption cos every grp trying to get each other to minus grp points. actually, i dun give it any damn. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;must go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;not that i want to. my mum LORH. haiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tmr badminton finals. go sheena pokk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110917068084619570?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110917068084619570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110917068084619570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110917068084619570' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110891026996892588</id><published>2005-02-20T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T06:37:49.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today is a GREAT DAY. kok yuling the great was born on 20.02.91. hahaha. i rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shall thank pple here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thank you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;brenda, edward, beihan, joanne, wanqi, val, amanda, jay, kaixiang, victoria, genevieve, jonathan, fiona, melteo, yannie, lynn, elizabeth, mel, zhixian, desmond, eline, suyin, joanne tan. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thank you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;god-gor. you make me write this separately. i am more than unwilling. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if i forgot you, ure most probably too insignificant. haha. thanks guys. i knw i rock. but you guys rock too. too bad, owen forgot to wish me. he too busy lah. hahaha. wadever. i am super happy. gimme so much love, you guys, haha. i am pampered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i love my ipod shuffle. i love you. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha. i rmb yuwen. but why for? she doesn't love me anyway. haha. joking lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110891026996892588?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110891026996892588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110891026996892588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110891026996892588' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110883139761558395</id><published>2005-02-19T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T08:43:17.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE AMANDA! SHE IS MY DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda. you so rock. i love you! yay. thanks for helping me! yay!&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/6643324-110883139761558395?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110883139761558395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110883139761558395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110883139761558395' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110882830532647475</id><published>2005-02-19T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T07:51:45.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>20.02.91&lt;br /&gt;my life began. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd went to brenda's hse. super fun can?&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at cine first. den took cab to bren's hse. super fast. mel slammed the cab door on my leg. damn painful. got bruise. ow.&lt;br /&gt;had pillow fight. actually i could have won lah.&lt;br /&gt;but i fell down. till i sprawled all over the floor. damn painful sia. i was like OWW. lucky i din cry. yay!. beihan said she would have. that stupid damn socks lah. hmpfh. double ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched wad a gurl wants. oliver james so shuai. but the way they go ga-ga over him. a bit over lah. haha. but i agree he is qt cute and shuai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wore brenda's mum's shoes. strutted around. damn high-heels. at least got 3inch man. super painful. i wore for 5 mins, toe got blister liao. yucks yucks. played badminton with mel. she so bad. made me pick up all the shots. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to mrt station with them. mel and joanne went CRAZY. they tokked to the strangers. " happy new yr! xin nian kuai le!" haha. i was not amused. at all. haha. then beihan wanted to throw her ice-cream wrapper. then got grasshopper. she screamed like hell. haha. then i threw it away in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. mrt ride damn long. was sms-ing edward meanwhile. haha. almost slept. lucky my phone kept vibrating so i was awake. dunno how those guys go Dover everyday. so far. can die lorh. rg much nearer. so rg rocks. or rather fg rocks. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey pple. thanks for your birthdays greeting. yay. i lurve all of you. so sad. brenda. you din sms first. my fren did. haha. so sorry. please lah. he sms-ed me super early so by right, you still win! lurveya brenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all your gifts and presents. really love ya guys. really touched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110882830532647475?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110882830532647475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110882830532647475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110882830532647475' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110856211722503766</id><published>2005-02-16T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T05:55:17.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my email to jamie yeo got read out! i send over 60 times lah. maybe she was pissed. haha. junked up my whole email.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE twosix. muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110856211722503766?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110856211722503766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110856211722503766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110856211722503766' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110845970082486418</id><published>2005-02-15T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T01:28:20.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A is for age: &lt;/span&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B is for boyfriend:&lt;/span&gt; none and NOT looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C is for career:&lt;/span&gt; jerk, slacker, idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D is for dad's name:&lt;/span&gt; thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E is for essential item to bring to a party: &lt;/span&gt;presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F is for favorite song at the moment:&lt;/span&gt; beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G is for girlfriend: &lt;/span&gt;lots! i am frm rg leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H is for hometown:&lt;/span&gt; mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I is for instruments you play:&lt;/span&gt; piano, sheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J is for jam or jelly you like: &lt;/span&gt;strawberry jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K is for kids:&lt;/span&gt; zayn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L is for living arrangements:&lt;/span&gt; wood lorh. lots of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M is for mom's name:&lt;/span&gt; corrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N is for name of your best friend:&lt;/span&gt; owen. owen for michael owen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O is for overnight hospital stays:&lt;/span&gt; birth, appendicitis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P is for phobia[s]:&lt;/span&gt; fear of fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q is for quote you like: &lt;/span&gt;''how much love you give is how much love you receive''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R is for relationship that lasted the longest: &lt;/span&gt;with my parents and i can tell that mit's for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S is for sexual position: &lt;/span&gt;please lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T is for time you wake up:&lt;/span&gt; 5.00 a.m but wake up in the middle of night. sitting up and in cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U is for unique trait: &lt;/span&gt;um. sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V is for vegetable you love: &lt;/span&gt;kangkong. gives me leg cramps though. it's scientifically proven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W is for worst habit:&lt;/span&gt; worrying for the worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X is for x-rays you've had:&lt;/span&gt; A LOT. for my scoliosis lorh. abt like, 14 times. gonna get cancer due to radiation soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y is for yummy food you make:&lt;/span&gt; gummies cos they rhyme with yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z is for zodiac sign:&lt;/span&gt; piscean but totally not a romantic stereotype&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/6643324-110845970082486418?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110845970082486418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110845970082486418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110845970082486418' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110830152121510997</id><published>2005-02-13T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T05:32:01.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aargh. i am freaking damn bored. save me people! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happy valentine's! to one and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that sounded damn cliched. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i want to sleep! but hair's not dry yet. tmr's valentine's leh! haha. none of the pple i knw are going out with dates though. haha. too young lah, sixers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh yah, rite! my affirmations! forget it lah. dunno wad to write. mind damn blur now. jsut drank wine AGAIN. die liao. how to go to school tmr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i am depressed. xian,you too. haiz. i wanna watch constantine! but not with d***** or j**. kidding lah pple. chill. breathe in, breathe out. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110830152121510997?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110830152121510997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110830152121510997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110830152121510997' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110814441834965205</id><published>2005-02-11T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T09:53:38.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha. people. i very luosuo but to all sixerrs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i just LURVE you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to all whom i knw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i lurve you guys too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110814441834965205?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110814441834965205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110814441834965205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110814441834965205' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110814284292161642</id><published>2005-02-11T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T09:27:22.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;haha guys. thanks for trying to cheer me up lorh. thanks! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;gonna go to my fren's b-day party tmr. my junior. p6 only. insist on inviting me. haha. cos i am nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;okay. elizabeth calls me gor-gor. jonathan call me jie-jie. WHO THE HELL AM I? haha. a bit mixed up lah, my gender. haha. i want to write affirmations for everyone...but now no time...maybe tmr, kaes! haha. i really love the sixers. carn imagine life in sch without you guys. mel and xian being sick, yuwen being childish, qi being...qi, nice at times...at other times..JOKING lah. val singing, gv ego-ing. joanne whacking me, yijie chatting, elaine high-pictching, sheena being DAMN pro, bren bimbo-ing, beihan quarreling with me....haiz... and eli calling me GOR-GOR. i will miss posing for all the candid shots, wearing elaine's fencing suit, hitting mel's ni**les. i will miss having recess together, shouting in class, being lame, and really...all of you guys. feel so emotional now. haiz. sobs*sobs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;maybe i will even miss mrs poon nagging or mrs tay trying to shut us up. i will miss tessa and lots more. haiz. i still can rmb all the lame stuff we did. singing together, hugging each other, kissing each other on their CHEEKS. and val trying to rip my shirt off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;guys, all you pple need to know is that i really only enjoy going to sch because of you guys. i really love you pple and i will really miss you guys. boohoo. haiz..................................how?? why not we choose the same stream? aiyah. one stream got like...3 classes still....haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;that's what friends are for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I never thought I'd feel this way&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I'm concerned&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;That I do believe in magic&lt;br /&gt;And if I should ever go away&lt;br /&gt;Well just close your eyes and try&lt;br /&gt;To feel the way we do today&lt;br /&gt;And then if you can remember...&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling, keep shining&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can always count on me for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;For good times, and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever-more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;Well you came and opened me&lt;br /&gt;And now there's so much more I see&lt;br /&gt;And so by the way I thank you...oh&lt;br /&gt;And then for the times when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;Well then close your eyes and know&lt;br /&gt;The words are coming from my heart&lt;br /&gt;And if you can remember...oh&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 3x)&lt;br /&gt;on me for sure, on me for sure, on me for sure,&lt;br /&gt;for thats what friends are for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;describes my feelings now MOST aptly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110814284292161642?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110814284292161642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110814284292161642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110814284292161642' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110787799308328872</id><published>2005-02-08T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T07:53:13.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been feeling depressed lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun even know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freakked out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;been like........feeling damn weird lah. suddenly happy den suddenly depressed. it's like there's suddenly no point in living. i mean you are borned to live and you live to die. like wad the. haiz. den mum's like always on my back. only peaceful time is in school. freak. found out that i wanna scream at the slightest problem, which carn even be considered a problem. i need philo and counselling lessons. and not like OUR philo tchr rocks. bleargh. yucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;shit lorh. life's collapsing and there is nothing to i seem to be doing abt it. i feel damn emotional. as in usually i will hold back my tears, this time i din even try. while watching the Africans starve, i cried like shit. so i decided to pray everytime before i have my meals. the song by Band Aid, thank god it's them instead of you. it's so not the right attitude lah. as in, yes i know we are damn lucky...but still they dun deserve that either lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sometimes i really &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; feel like breaking down. everything seems to go like so wrong. into pieces and bits. like wad can i do abt it? almost nothing. haha. sometimes listen to radio also can cry. i think there's too much emotions build-up inside me lah. need to release them. everything seems to be flying pass me, i dun even have time to like, catch up? haiz. i can cry while listening to Good Charlotte's "i just want to live". it's really a great song. or i think so. aiyoh. boulevard of broken dreams. so like, depressing, can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;oh. pple around me as depressed too. sometimes i wonder if they will take a step forward and do silly things. like suicide. but maybe it isn't that silly lah. as in they are really too burdened to carry on and if it really releases them, why not? haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;jonathan: abt you and ur problems. seriously....relax...dun cry. crying more like babyface leh. cheer up lah :)) haha. dun cry, kayys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;shall try to be nice these few days. maybe i will improve then. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110787799308328872?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110787799308328872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110787799308328872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110787799308328872' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110508577277112817</id><published>2005-01-07T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T00:16:12.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What brand is your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wallet/ Purse :: billabong&lt;br /&gt;2. bag(s) :: deuter, billabong and OP&lt;br /&gt;3. Slipper/Shoes :: OP slippers,nike sch shoes&lt;br /&gt;4. Sport Shoe :: nike/adidas&lt;br /&gt;5. School Uniform :: bibi and baba. loL&lt;br /&gt;6. Cap :: nike/dkny. and the ugly rgss one&lt;br /&gt;8. Handphone :: nokia.&lt;br /&gt;9. Bracelet(s) :: erm...&lt;br /&gt;10. Pen :: pilot/pentel/uni&lt;br /&gt;11. A4 Paper :: azone&lt;br /&gt;12. Clock :: bleah.&lt;br /&gt;13. Shampoo :: clairol herbal&lt;br /&gt;14. Shower Gel/ Soap :: orignal sources&lt;br /&gt;15. Toothbrush :: dunno. too lazy to go check&lt;br /&gt;16. Bedsheet :: sintex&lt;br /&gt;17. Television :: sony&lt;br /&gt;18. CD player/ Radio :: philips (hi-fi)&lt;br /&gt;19. Fan/ Air -cond :: sanyo&lt;br /&gt;20. Eye Shadow :: none.&lt;br /&gt;21. Lip Gloss :: nope&lt;br /&gt;22. Foundation :: nil&lt;br /&gt;23. Perfume/ cologne :: deodorant ? impulse&lt;br /&gt;24. Nail Polish :: nope&lt;br /&gt;25. Toothpaste :: colgate&lt;br /&gt;26. Body Moisturiser :: none.&lt;br /&gt;27. Glasses/ Contact Lens :: glasses? used to be Levi's. this one i dunno&lt;br /&gt;28. Pencil Case :: billabong&lt;br /&gt;29. Watch :: adidas&lt;br /&gt;30. Tracksuit :: n/a&lt;br /&gt;31. Travel Bag :: nike&lt;br /&gt;32. Jeans :: Levi's, Miss Sixty, Giordano, blah blah&lt;br /&gt;33. Pyjamas :: dunno&lt;br /&gt;34. Undies/ boxers :: erm...&lt;br /&gt;35. Ciggratte ::eeew.&lt;br /&gt;36.Mosq spray :: tiger balm's brand&lt;br /&gt;37.Room Freshener :: n/a.&lt;br /&gt;38.hair gel/wax :: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go, brenda. a no-brainer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110508577277112817?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110508577277112817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110508577277112817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110508577277112817' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110320489662124388</id><published>2004-12-16T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T05:48:16.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa. i think we think of happiness as a thing that is too complicated. we always want our lives to be so picture perfect that we think that everything we've experienced isn't happy. instead of being so unhappy, why not be HAPPY? i mean, we can find happiness in the little little small things. why does happiness gotta be like SO big? it doesn't mean you have to accomplish to be happy. why not just find happiness in every way you can? and i dun mean smiling at everything-----that's not being happy, that's being idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness can be small too. as always said, it's the little things that count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we are so caught-up in this world, trying to follow whatever the crowd does. in doing so, we neglect ourselves and how to find happiness like that leh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. wadever. i know it's easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the greatest lesson in life: to love and be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what crap. i dun think anyone believes in that, except for the 113 bunch.loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey pple should go to edward's blog. i linked him. it's inspiring, in the sense that it's unrealistic.loL.feeling mean today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110320489662124388?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110320489662124388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110320489662124388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110320489662124388' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110217705419289511</id><published>2004-12-04T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T08:17:34.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. edward is telling people to be different right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's make this a debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if EVERYONE is going to be different, that only goes to show that NO one actually is different. being different. does it really matters that much? you can be different but not comfortable being different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's say that you were invited to a Christmas party. thinking that it was a costume-dress party, you dressed up as Ruldoph. but, hell no, it was meant for a casual dress code. yeah, indeed, you stood out from the rest. yes, you are different. but you are not ONLY different. you are and will be feeling dumb, embarassed, stupid and angry at yourself. so does being different really matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a nerd thru in and thru out. but in order to be different, you act like a punk, dress like a punk, speak like a punk etc. you are different from the rest of your nerd friends. you are different, but does that really matters? you are not yourself anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to be significant, to be different, pple drive themselves. force themselves to become pple they are not. in short, they create an image for themselves. it's not only how they dress, speak or even eat. but even what that's in their heads. their thoughts. a teenage rebel wants to be different frm his frens at school. he wants to be feared. he joins a gang. he steals, even though he knows that it's wrong. and all that. just to be different? it's so NOT worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun deny that there are pros to being different. you can succeed being different. like wadever's with the more peserverance than others and blah blah. that's qualities that's different in others too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;many times, in search for a new identity, we lose track of our true selves. why should we be someone that we are not? people want to be different just so that they can stand out. what a GREAT difference that makes. pple be different to attract attention. to stand out. yet, deep down, they are facing a crisis. a crisis of losing themselves. so does being different really matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you lose yourself, you will NEVER be happy. being different, it actually suffocates your true real self. and may i ask, who's happy living behind a mask, shielding every move? what matters is happiness, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i am trying to say is that, being different is good but dun try too hard and end up going overboard. just stick to your true self and behave not how pple want you to, but how YOU want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i believe i won ed. loL &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110217705419289511?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110217705419289511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110217705419289511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110217705419289511' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110195627479817792</id><published>2004-12-01T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T19:13:09.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;bold&gt; CLASS REUNION &lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to EAST COAST PARK to have fun&lt;br /&gt;meet at 11am at Yishun Bus Interchange&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, the 8th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. xiao tian, pls do not fool around on the bus. thank you. i believe the bus driver needs no clowns. absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at LONG JOHN'S SILVER the other day. walked in, sat down. then you know wad i heard? "say-ra-ra-ra-raffles......." and i wasn't in sch uniform lah. den it was a whole group of guys. i didn't see any gals. but i din knw them lah so i tot they were talking abt someone else lorh. then when they finished, they waited at my table lorh. only me and my fren frm nanyang lorh. then my FREAKING cousin came. cheh. she was in their group lah. and she was the ONLY girl. and you knw wad? they all went up an HDB flat. MY DEAR COUSIN! hopes she's alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play more timezone. stupid yanyee, so pro at the car games. den i kept banging pple. saw my sis's fren there, scolding very VULGAR vulgarities like he owned the world. stupid thing to do that when the management staff were there. loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent 70 bucks on my sis's present alone. shit. i am such a nice sister. wad to do? loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot wait for class reunion, really eager to see A FEW of them. actually i know the whole class will not be there. some will NOT go even if they are free. shan't mention names lah. stupid chia si chuan. loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sly lost. sly lost. SLY ACTUALLY LOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i dun really support sly. just tat think that he can represent singapore better and i dun think he really will lose in terms of album sales. i mean just look at CLAY AIKEN. his album sales surpassed reuben's by A LOT. wonder wad the americans were thinking when they voted. voted for reuben yet bought clay's album. wadever it is, i WILL buy the album of our FIRST SINGAPORE IDOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110195627479817792?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110195627479817792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110195627479817792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110195627479817792' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110096845696596705</id><published>2004-11-20T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T08:34:16.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey pple.long time nvr blog liao.just finished up with this year P6 grad nite lorh.feeling really down cos i know i never will be able to go back to the old pri sch days.those carefree days.back with all the pple frm my class, no matter who they may be, the feeling is much greater, much better than with ANY sixerr.not that sixerrs are not good lah. the feeling is just so much different, so much better. the juniors totally rock lah.and i think liting's sense of music totally rocked lah. all my favourite songs. i know that i was DAMN hyper today, can? loL.i love ALL my juniors. yes, ALL, even that perverse one that threaten amanda. somehow, they bring me back to those days when i was part of the school. damn. watching ping hui cry almost made me cry too but of course, i din lah. imagine me crying. the world would fall lorh.loL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;northland is the school that made me what i am today. rg had 0% influence. i love rg but i love northland like so much more. it doesn't matter that we are all strangers but the fact that we are all northlanders bind us together as one. yes, quoting from Mitch Albom, strangers are just family that we have yet to meet. and we are NOT strangers, we are family lorh. serious. i wanna be like Mr Tan Lit Kah. must go back for EVERY grad nite. must do EVERYTHING. even when i am in my twenties. loL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please, i think northland is one of the only mixed schools to like, actually have a prom? loL. i knw lots of school who dun. so obviously got prizes lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR HAPPENING: -dunno who-&lt;br /&gt;MS HAPPENING: -dunno who-&lt;br /&gt;prize: a sash and a bottle of LUX SUPER RICH shampoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR STYLO MYLO: i think it's some 6AA guy named ming long&lt;br /&gt;MS STYLO MYLO: shufen! loL&lt;br /&gt;prize: a sash and a tin of MILO to go with stylo "mylo". loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR BOOGIE: some indian stripteaser like guy named alex lorh.loL&lt;br /&gt;MS BOOGIE: -hahas.i forgot-&lt;br /&gt;prize: a sash and some doll thingy.loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed pri school life. a.lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i acted super hyper can? i danced with liting, pole-dancing! loL. couldn't believe myself too. but, all in the name of fun lorh. i hoped this name replay and replay lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all northlanders who smashed their door gifts: i am so FREAKING PISSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how much time we spent on those? 3 days. 3 WHOLE days. you pple should really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.i am going back on the 24th.loL. good luck to all juniors with their PSLE score. hope some of you go to RG lah cos i want northlanders to infest rg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. heyy. NOT FAIR. some p6-ers are taller than me. like that ming long person, who towered over me when i served him food. SHIT HIM. almost the ONLY one, tt's why i remembered. even holim or issac is SHORTER. loL and you, ming long (whatever your name is) are so DAMN act cool. even liting agrees with me (which is a miracle, judging frm how we bicker.loL)and i am 163 cm, which i think is quite tall among the sec 1s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110096845696596705?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110096845696596705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110096845696596705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110096845696596705' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-110006435287174651</id><published>2004-11-09T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T21:25:52.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog huh...nothing to say..dunno wad to say lorh..holidays and life is damn boring..just slack in front of the computer everyday. dunno wad to do. cannot wait for p6 gathering but lots of difficulties lah..never knew it was so hard getting the class together.even among the northlanders-rafflesians, it is hard liao lorh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life totally sucks nowadays.no aim, no motivation. sick and tired of this world and i have a FEVER. me having fever is like twice a year only lah. got back my crappy results.really shitified. maybe i shall just quit from the Raffles Program since i cannot even do my math properly. the 'blog-fever' alrdy subsided for most of us lorh. and only the sixers blog is like going on. thanks to SOME pple who spam our board like hell. actually i think a blog shld be open to public but having some idiots tagging stuff anti-rafflesians sucks and NO where in our class blog states that we are rafflesians lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Contrary to what your mothers and teachers tell you, you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa.i think that is SO true lah.ripped it off my cousin's fren's blog lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you god, for giving me a shitified life. i am SO grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-110006435287174651?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110006435287174651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/110006435287174651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110006435287174651' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109869635024820355</id><published>2004-10-25T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T02:25:50.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o1- i am not : nice&lt;br /&gt;o2- i love : never loved&lt;br /&gt;o3- i hate: everything&lt;br /&gt;o4- i fear : living everyday in anxiety &lt;br /&gt;o5- i hope : to runaway&lt;br /&gt;o6- i hear : welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;o7- i regret : nothing cos i DUN regret&lt;br /&gt;o8- i cried : a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;o9- i care : about nothing&lt;br /&gt;1o- i always : retaliated&lt;br /&gt;11- i believe : faith&lt;br /&gt;12- i feel alone : every moment&lt;br /&gt;13- i listen : to no one, nothing. don't tell me wad to &lt;br /&gt;do.&lt;br /&gt;14- i hide : behind myself.&lt;br /&gt;15- i sing : whenever i feel like it&lt;br /&gt;16- i dance : whenever i feel like it&lt;br /&gt;17- i write : arguementative essays..loL&lt;br /&gt;18- i play : with god&lt;br /&gt;19- i dun play : with you &lt;br /&gt;2o- i miss : pri sch life&lt;br /&gt;21- i search: for meaning in life...so far, foung nothing&lt;br /&gt;22- i feel : alone&lt;br /&gt;23- i don't know : why i am here, why i am supposed &lt;br /&gt;to go thru these things esp. when obviously i don't belong here.&lt;br /&gt;24- i like to talk : when you keep your mouth shut&lt;br /&gt;25- i succeed : in nothing except for living like shit&lt;br /&gt;26- i fail : to be a good kid&lt;br /&gt;27- i dream : that i will rot to death one day &lt;br /&gt;28- i wonder : about my existence&lt;br /&gt;29- i want : to escape&lt;br /&gt;3o- i have : no life at all&lt;br /&gt;32- i fell : and hurt myself, like i always do&lt;br /&gt;33- i hurt : everyone, everyday&lt;br /&gt;34- i tell : nothing&lt;br /&gt;35- i miss: how life origially felt.happy.&lt;br /&gt;36- i love: nothing&lt;br /&gt;37- i am: different&lt;br /&gt;38- i wish: to.be.happy.once.more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109869635024820355?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109869635024820355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109869635024820355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109869635024820355' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109817340691127068</id><published>2004-10-19T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T01:10:06.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome To My Life &lt;br /&gt;by Simple Plan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down? &lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place? &lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong &lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you? &lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna run away? &lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room? &lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud &lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like &lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like to be like me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost &lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark &lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when your down &lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around &lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down &lt;br /&gt;But no one's there to save you &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like... &lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else? &lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out? &lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more &lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over? &lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate? &lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around? &lt;br /&gt;With the big fake smiles and stupid lies &lt;br /&gt;While deep inside your bleeding? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like &lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like to be like me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost &lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark &lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down &lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around &lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down &lt;br /&gt;But no one's there to save you &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like... &lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face &lt;br /&gt;And no one ever stabs you in the back &lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm happy, but I'm not gonna be okay &lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted &lt;br /&gt;You never had to work, it was always there &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like, what it's like... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost &lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark &lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down &lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around &lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down &lt;br /&gt;But no one's there to save you &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost &lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark &lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down &lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around &lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down &lt;br /&gt;But no one's there to save you &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like... &lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true is this song, eh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109817340691127068?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109817340691127068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109817340691127068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109817340691127068' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109800845170018153</id><published>2004-10-17T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T03:20:51.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>01. name: yuling&lt;br /&gt;02. hobbies: nothing much lah&lt;br /&gt;03. gender: female&lt;br /&gt;04. primary school: northland RAWKKS&lt;br /&gt;05. level: sec 1&lt;br /&gt;06. horoscope: pisces&lt;br /&gt;07. secondary school: raffles&lt;br /&gt;08. address: north of spore&lt;br /&gt;09. hp number: -not gonna declare it on public domain-&lt;br /&gt;10. hair: short&lt;br /&gt;11. eye colour: black. &lt;br /&gt;12. hair colour:black&lt;br /&gt;13. rightie or leftie: rightie&lt;br /&gt;14. marital status: married and divorced.loL.wadever&lt;br /&gt;15. siblings: younger sis [aka as terror]&lt;br /&gt;16. last 5 digits of your mobile: dunno..forgot liao..loL&lt;br /&gt;17. birthdate: 20/2&lt;br /&gt;18. do you have a car: erm, yes if you are willing to give me one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey...wad happen to qns 19 and 20? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you...*&lt;br /&gt;21. tried smoking: erm. no and NEVER trying &lt;br /&gt;22. drink alcohol: a bit lah but with parent's consent&lt;br /&gt;23. been hurt emotionally: of course..like dUh&lt;br /&gt;24. kept a secret from anyone: yupp&lt;br /&gt;25. been on stage: erm of course lah&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favourites*&lt;br /&gt;26. colours: black and white..loL&lt;br /&gt;27. food: spicy stuff&lt;br /&gt;28. drinks: coffee and milo&lt;br /&gt;29. numbers: 11, my register number and Owen's number at Madrid&lt;br /&gt;30. cartoon: spongebob squarepants!&lt;br /&gt;31. sports: soccer&lt;br /&gt;32. song: too many to list but currently shld be 1985&lt;br /&gt;33. movie: white chicks, currently&lt;br /&gt;34. subject: literature?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Right now*&lt;br /&gt;36. wearing: OP tee and blue shorts&lt;br /&gt;37. hairstyle: normal lah but still wet&lt;br /&gt;38. looking at: the computer...obviously&lt;br /&gt;39. thinking of: EOYs and how i will flunk them&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you believe in...*&lt;br /&gt;41. love: maybe&lt;br /&gt;42. faith: definitely&lt;br /&gt;43. yourself: not really..loL&lt;br /&gt;44. ghosts: maybe but i dun get freaked out lah..not as much as ed anyway&lt;br /&gt;45. angels: umm..sorry but no&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In the last 24 hours...*&lt;br /&gt;46. worn jeans: dun think so&lt;br /&gt;47.cleaned ur room: my room was a battlefield and it still is&lt;br /&gt;48. cried: nope&lt;br /&gt;49. met someone new: dun think so leh&lt;br /&gt;50. last person I talk to on the phone: zhixian the pervert&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Love life*&lt;br /&gt;51. do you have a bf/gf: dun want and dun need..loL&lt;br /&gt;52. have a secret admirer: nope..loL&lt;br /&gt;53. do you wanna get married: haven decided..maybe..loL&lt;br /&gt;54. do you plan on having kids: if i get married, that is..loL&lt;br /&gt;55. how old you wanna be when you get &lt;br /&gt;married: dunno -shrugs shoulders and give a "i dun give a damn" look-56. how old you wanna be when you have your&lt;br /&gt;first child: skip this question&lt;br /&gt;57. how many kids do you want: ow..stop going on about this&lt;br /&gt;58. would you have kids before marriage: DEFINITELY NOT&lt;br /&gt;59. do you have a crush: is Owen counted? loL&lt;br /&gt;60. what do you want most in a relationship: dunno..perhaps trust?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Either one*&lt;br /&gt;61. Pink or Black: black DEFINITELY&lt;br /&gt;62. Kisses or Hugs: hugs&lt;br /&gt;63. Summer or Winter: summer cos winter is too romantic&lt;br /&gt;64. Sunny or Rainy: sunny cos EVERYONE chooses winter.&lt;br /&gt;65. Chocolate or Vanilla: vanilla..simplicity is beauty..lol&lt;br /&gt;66. Hanging out or Chilling: chilling&lt;br /&gt;67. Music or TV: MUSIC defenitely&lt;br /&gt;68. Hamburger or Pizza: nope..prefers lasagne..loL&lt;br /&gt;69. Smile or Laughing: laughing&lt;br /&gt;70. Sleeping or eating: eating&lt;br /&gt;71. McDonald's or KFC: still prefer Mosburger..loL&lt;br /&gt;72. Silver or gold: silver..gold is so obiang&lt;br /&gt;73. Sunset or sunrise: sunset..the day finally ended..&lt;br /&gt;74. On phone or in person: in person&lt;br /&gt;75. Diamonds or Pearls: dun like both..prefer plain SILVER&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;decided not to be so intellectual and waste brain cells on blog entries..so took a survey like this...think that it's like...not a very enriching survey but wadever..loL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eoys are starting from tomorrow...i am so NOT freaking out...wadever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109800845170018153?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109800845170018153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109800845170018153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109800845170018153' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109731033592547765</id><published>2004-10-09T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T01:25:35.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God will make a way,&lt;br /&gt;Where there seems to be no way,&lt;br /&gt;He works in ways,&lt;br /&gt;We cannot see,&lt;br /&gt;He will make a way for me.&lt;br /&gt;He will be my guide,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me closely to His side,&lt;br /&gt;With love and strength,&lt;br /&gt;For each new day,&lt;br /&gt;He will make a way,&lt;br /&gt;He will make a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my cousin.and she's going to YALE!!! was just telling her that i wanna die on msn..den she took it so seriously that she actually CALLED me..loL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going into a state of HIATUS cos the stupid EOYs are coming..other schools have finish liao and yet for RG, it isn't until the 18th..and RG, you are a piece of crap. Being an IP sch doesn't mean that you have to deprived us of the holidays. Other IP schools have their last day of school on the 29th OCT! Ours? 19 NOV!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the great pervert, Leow Zhixian once asked me:'if it was 27th Nov 2003 once again and the last day to hand in your choice of school, would you still choose RGS?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my answer would be a definite 'NO!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressed out by this freaking life. get real. if i study will i do better? probably not. den why study? i am just naturally DUMB. i am a dumb-ass..oh well..might as well just forget about getting that 3.51/4.0 GPA cos it's mission impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interaction with Victoria. no thank you. i am gonna come up with some crapped-up excuse. I DUN CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carn wait for exams to end. know why? it might be finally a chance for 106 to bond together with all the after-exams activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really stressed out by this superficial world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superficial people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superficial life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superficial society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val's blog make lots of sense to me. We can't help being superficial, seeing things just on its surface. Yes, it is an inevitable thing that just happens to humans. It's our natural reaction. But again, is it RIGHT? it may not be legally wrong but wad if it's morally wrong? den why are we still doing it? we all have been victims and the 'inflictor'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the quality of mercy is not strained" if someone offends us, must we really get revenge? MUST WE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. we are just getting revenge for the sake of getting back. does it feels good? dun we even have the slightest bit of guilt? maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life seriously sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i ain't even controlling it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just DAMN IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109731033592547765?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109731033592547765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109731033592547765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109731033592547765' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109674057218629630</id><published>2004-10-01T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T11:09:32.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>loL...feeling damn shuang...bought new nike shoes..was at isetan when yuwen saw me and screamed KOK YULING..pple were staring at her lorh..wanted to pretend not to hear her..damn loud..and pple...get envious..rgs has NO school on today. 1st October...NO SCHOOL..loL..so i went shopping with my mum..bought my NIKE shoes at wheelock place..den i almost tripped over this idiot from RI squatting on the floor..he was like in his P.E shirt..must be going for 3rd lang.loL.den i apologized and pple...guess wad...my mum had to MALU me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:sorry -acting apologetic to a geek-&lt;br /&gt;him:oh, it's okay.nvm&lt;br /&gt;mum:oh.he's frm ur brother school eh?&lt;br /&gt;him:so, you are from rg&lt;br /&gt;me:yeah.sorry.&lt;br /&gt;him:ok nvm.-"ri rocks rg sucks" look-&lt;br /&gt;me:-looks dirtily at him, then go strangle mum-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loL...but at least i got a nice shoe..lOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109674057218629630?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109674057218629630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109674057218629630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109674057218629630' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109621160702633372</id><published>2004-09-26T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T08:13:27.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life positively sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fcuked-up life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my screwed-up life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy...i am vulgar...i dun even wanna bother with living man...i am dead...i wanna meet god, you know what, i would ask him why does he make fools out of everyone of us...and if i ever meet god...that will mean that i am dead...yay...wun have to bother with my freakin life...and certain teachers who absolutely hate me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling much better now...pardon my vulgar words...was feeling a little..."overwhelmed" by this whole thing called life..loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going into a state of hiatus...thanks to something called exams..the scariest movie ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dig my grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am better off dead, anyway..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109621160702633372?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109621160702633372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109621160702633372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109621160702633372' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109586390698416075</id><published>2004-09-22T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T07:38:26.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy shall write testimonials here for all my nice frenz...most lah...wadever lahh...if i miss you out...it means i dun have the time and will definitely make it up to you pple...okayy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuwen dun say i copied you cos i remember doing this before...i did this before!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;amanda&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are only first cos this is alphabetical order..loL...i love amanda..she is sweet and nice and nicer than me...which is the most important thing...loL..she crush everyone from RI..loL...she just lurve sweet little rafflesians..loL..smart one but always think she not smart..loL..she thinks tat she is comparable to some CHIJ gals and is very offended by RI...despite this, she still loves RI and she rawkks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;beihan&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet cute tanned nice...loL...she very cute one lorh...likes to talk a lot and very sweet...but when she angry...den its terrible...loL...she is really cute and innocent-looking but she is NOT innocent...not at all...like to ogle at guys...loL..okayy i was kiddin but she notice "shuai" guys everywhere...loL..but not despo...really not despo..i can swear...zaided at netball and chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;brenda&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loL...very sweet and very funny...typical airhead but probably the nicest airhead around..so good-tempered...i have never seen her throw a tantrum before lorh...cool one...dun lose her temper...she is damn sweet and cute...always bothering about her hair...damn pro at netball...very nice and smart when she's not feeling airhead..loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;elaine&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet and darn INNOCENT...cute if she dun tie her hair up...i am sticking to mine opinion...very sweet and damn nice...can cheer you up anytime of the day...comfort well too...damn pro at math..fencer leh...oh yah...very very very ticklish...loL...her smile is infectious too...loL...lurveya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;genevieve&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn ego little pig...loL...very filial...i totally agree...nice and sweet...TALLER than ME...UNFAIR...hmpfh...loL..love ryan cabrera and like to sing in public with joanne[see below] and malu-ate me...this does not means that they dun sing well...they sing nice just that a bit overboard in public...loL...gv..i LOVE GV...she is damn sweet and kind lorhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;joanne&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn good singer and damn funny...almost as sick as me...but i sicker..loL...i am sick...GREAT VOICE...way better than any Singapore Idol contestant...loL..i love joanne...very sweet and can cheer anyone up...got two cute dimple...damn cute...and so nice lorh...vey understanding and FUNNY...mrs lampard-gates-aiken-greenleaf-seacrest...loL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;melanie&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spongebob's wife...superr cute and funny...always laugh and play tricks one lorh...but seriously, she is RESPONSIBLE...SERIOUS...math rep...and always ask for h/w on time...damn nice and can comfort too..act mean but dun have evil intentions one...if she ever offend you, she is only KIDDING...loL...nice hair colour and pro swimmer lehh..look damn cute in new uniform a.k.a. pyjamas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;shiaoxx&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my partner to tiny pieces...i love her for being so understanding and sweet...and she is really strong and hardworking...motivates me to study in class and can stand me even when i am acting crazy....darn cool and true to herself...nice and sweetie...heard she got lots of suitors...obviously cos she rawkks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;wanqii&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn nice and cute....can comfort lah...act ego but really pretty humble down inside..nice when happy...dun make her angry or she will come after you...loL..learnt that the hard way lorh..loL..smart lorh...dun need to study, still can pass...not bad, eh...pro netballer but like to pick fight with me...i dunno why...haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;valerie&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice and funny...very sick...influence me lehh...damn ego and pro at math and a &lt;strike&gt;good&lt;/strike&gt; great table-tennis player...pongg..loL..very the nice lahh...and sweet but horh...quite mean at times but you know she's only kidding cos it is in her personality to be frank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;yijie&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice and sweet...however turning mean...which is GOOD...loL...really nice lah...and funny...genuinely funny...okay lorh and super sweet...very understanding and cute...omg...one of the best crapper around too...loL...lame like me...loL..but always say that i am sick...when i am not...maybe i am...loL....pro cartwheeler...loL...still say cannot...insulting me lehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;yuwen&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmpfh...this is a mean girl...loL..no lah...she desert me for someone else lorhh...so mean rite...loL...but i love her cos she is stuck to me for french, science and dance, d&amp;t and lots more...yeah...my partner too...she rawkks..damn nice and sweet...understanding and i love her...childish and immature but that's why i love her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;zhixian&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest partner...sickest partner...she is sweet and nice...always writing notes for me...she + shiaoxx= best partners anyone could have...of cos plus suyin too...always compose dumb dirty songs with me and we share lame jokes...joke around...greatest AMANDA ZAIN's fan lahh...crush like every prefect?..loL...very sensitive lahh...it is not a bad trait though...ego and loves her hair...even when it looks like a pen....loL...i din say anything dearr....i love you but please WILL YOU STOP ACTING LES AND STOP STROKING ME? thank you..i appreciate your help...loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...the greatest person in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;yuling&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love me...loL...so darn ego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is in alphabetical order eh...not order of preference...we are all frenz, kayy...dun get pissed with each other over small stuff...remember, we share a common destiny the day we entered the same class...okayy...i am lame and cliche...wadever...but really hope you guys would make up...you know wad i mean...haiz...quote from yuwen "frens are forever"....listen...we are only going to last to sec 2 so can we leave good memories behind...no matter what...how pissed i may be sometimes...i really love you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound&lt;br /&gt;YUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really, i mean it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109586390698416075?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109586390698416075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109586390698416075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109586390698416075' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109560738132519726</id><published>2004-09-19T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T08:23:01.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just decided to hate myself...i officially HATE myself lehh...okay..i suck..i mean everyone sucks and so I suck too..i hate my life...i hate my stupid french lessons..okayy..i dun hate french..i am just afraid of the orals..haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired of this world&lt;br /&gt;There's no more air&lt;br /&gt;Tripping over myself, going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, suffocating, no direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...unlike ryan cabrera...i have no one to save me lehh...xiann...you said about frenz? i dunno...frenz...i never thought...never liked to think abt such stuff much...things like that sucks..true frens...good frens...wad's the diff...oh...there is a big diff...but i dun wanna mention it leh..i think i am depressed...but xian...you even more depressed...cheer up, gal...you rawkk..just relax and look on the bright side(wad yuwen said)...things will just smoothen itself...promise me you will treat urself better, kay...you gotta chill...i chill too...dun bottle everything inside you...you will go crazy lehh...i am on the verge of craziness liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i suck...maybe bringing things to an end is the fastest way to stop all this...i dun wanna act so cheem but this is the only way for me to release my anger cos i suck...how...haiz..i think yuwen really made me see...cos i was blinded by school and i kept up this pretense that i carn take anymore...listen people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT as happy as i seem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy...i look happy and carefree and to the extent, as yuwen says "bo-chap" abt my life...but please...i care but i wanna be detached from this stuff and my life isn't helping it..not at all..i dun wanna care...too tired and sick of caring abt life...i dun wanna be like some pple and mug all day...wasting my life on stuff like school...i wasn't born to be like that...i was born to relax...and i MUST relax cos i need to...i am damn bochap..okayy...pple think that i dun mug...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun mug leh...i just stone in front of my notes and stone...i stone everyday...life is like...a daily routine for me...why am i so sick of life....was it meant to be like that...nah...i dun think so..but my life sucks...i think living is a chore but somehow i will continue living just to prove my point that i can actually survive... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realised i actually am fearless... this lizard just crawled past my hand and guess wad...i din realise till my sis shrieked...i dun own a life anymore..simply, i am dead..stupid society has made me out to be like that...so i am immune to all pain man...due to my freakked out life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid lizard hates me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flung it on my sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she screamed&lt;br /&gt;mum scolded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109560738132519726?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109560738132519726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109560738132519726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109560738132519726' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109543441577090019</id><published>2004-09-17T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T08:20:15.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy...yuwen woke me up today...is there a point having a public domain? i mean, yes this is supposed to be a diary but for my own reasons, i know that i cannot post everything i want...so is there a point blogging when i carn share my deep inside thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think living life is an understatement...we carn only live it...we should enjoying life but it is not as simple as it seems..my life revolves around myself and school but am i happy....hmmm...i dunno...i think everyone thinks that i am a happy gurl...everything i want, i get...but is this really me or just an image that i portray? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are not as shallow as they seems...for every action there is the same amount of reaction...newton's law...is it also the law of life? everthing we are...are we forced by our society to be it?...are we who we really are?...i doubt so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the world really this ugly...or do people still get pricked by their conscience...do we even have a conscience nowadays...are we so protecting ourselves till the extent of hurting others..to get something...do we really go all the way out to get it? And even if it means that people have to be sacrificed in other for us to get our way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we really perceived the world for wad it is or are we blinded by our emotions..do we keep our emotions in check, not allowing them to affect us...i am not sure if i do...how many people are there out there...hurt by the society...hurt by people in the society...can we really blame the society for who we are these days...we are supposed to be responsible for ourselves, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh...i know this doesn't sounds like me...cos it is not me...its just how i am at night...loL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh freak...why is life so complicated....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate living...just go ahead...kill me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109543441577090019?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109543441577090019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109543441577090019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109543441577090019' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109498506829502459</id><published>2004-09-12T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T03:31:08.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn bored...took a few quizes...loL...okayy...haven really finish homework and still blogging...this is crappy...homework is crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...let's see wad i have done over this holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)homework..loL&lt;br /&gt;2)create class blog&lt;br /&gt;3)talk to pple whom i dunno [thanks to edward]&lt;br /&gt;4)got into trouble with amanda's brother...loL&lt;br /&gt;5)tokk on msn and phone for VERY long&lt;br /&gt;6)destroy my SIM card due to extreme stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loL...no revision...no wadever...okayy...went out with mum yesterday...walked like dunno wad till dad came to fetch us...bought a pair of 37 degrees boardshorts and billabong t-shirt cos my mum wanted to get some card thing...like erm...den we ate at marche and we took neos...at heeren...loL...i wanted to burn those neos...damn stupid-looking...wanted to buy smth from bloomington greetings...mum wun even let me go...cos..i bought smth damn offensive for her from there last year...loL...aiyah...i got a new SIM card...one night without sms-ing is unhealthy man...i almost died..loL...my mum is so nice...okayy...like already 5 pple told me tt...liverpool WON...damn happy...see wad kai xiang has to say abt it now..loL...okayy...my tuition fren just gave me a keychain which says "bad girl"...loL...i am bad, meh...okayy...i am bad according to amanda...jay is so guai so he is prefect...loL..i dun wanna go back to school....she will be loved is on the top of the Perfect 10 top 20...finally beat Avril's "My happy ending"....not that i dun like that...just...erm...i prefer Maroon 5 lorh..loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy...long entry...tomorrow we will be going back to visit Mr Jason Ng...it's his birthday soon...loL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109498506829502459?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109498506829502459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109498506829502459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109498506829502459' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109453439196733914</id><published>2004-09-06T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T22:19:51.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay...thanks to edward..i have like a thousand people whom i dunno on my contacts list...and that alice gave my phone number to johnny wadever...loL..okay..i am not pissed lah...just feeling weird..loL...holidays...and guess wad..i got grounded...due to some bitchy people...heck lah..okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework...i HATE homework...loL..I HATE CHEM...okayy...anyway some rg gals and acs(i) guys started an anti-ri group...loL..den amanda was so damn freaky...she was protesting like hell...saying that as rafflesians we shold stick as one...wadever lorh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109453439196733914?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109453439196733914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109453439196733914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109453439196733914' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109396058013365680</id><published>2004-08-31T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T06:56:20.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay...finally got my broadband fixed..loL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher's day celebration was damn funny...mrs tay was the dunno wad agogo girls...den we had mini singapore idol...mrs anis was so cute...she sang reflections...den dr slater was Mr Careless Whisper and there was even lemon tree...loL...then the teachers put up smth called music through the ages...starting from the 1960s, i think...mr colman chua was ricky martin....and mr joseph toh was part of backstreet boys...omg..den they took off their jacket..mrs loh was a good and realistic [read:bimbotic] atomic kitten gal...den mr james ong was jay chou...it was so funny...not forgetting madonna and her cone-shaped bras..so damn obscene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you teachers. we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went back to pri sch...we took a taxi and arrived much earlier than the rest...loL..mr ng was like teasing everyone again..i am not forensic lorh...den we played captain ball...could have won if not because of serene...ex-netballer...din know that she was a rgs-northlander..so we lost..loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to promote rg..quite pissed with the pri 6 pupils..din pay attention when me, alice, chels, yixin,kevin,yanjun and juncun promote the raffles family...quite rude lah...but nvm...den i tot i lost my netball so i went "where's my ball" den everyone laughed..and all the seniors that i dunno also laughed...how great...not...mrs lee-goy just had to humiliate me..so she decided to put smth on my rubber band..luckily i realised it fast..loL..6AB is the best class and will ever be...out of the 3 classes...they were the most enthu lorh...and all my fave juniors all inside...all my prefectorial team juniors...they all so damn cute...mrs tan-khaw was really nice and smiley...i guess she has a friendlier side too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den me, alice, edward,kaixiang,jay and halim decided to go watch Bourne Supremacy...den halim wanted to watch Face...den edward got so scared that he went home..loL...den halim went to watch Face with his sec sch fren who in my opinion is weird cos he talked so freely to me when i dun even know him..loL...den we met xiao tian at golden village den off we went to the movies...the movie was damn cool...the plotline was super nice lorh..den my coke had to spoil it...i spilled vanilla coke all over myself..the whole thing..22oz..wad the sh*t..loL..den i got all sticky...okayy..my bad luck did not just stopped there...i was like kicking the floor of the cinema and i kicked my netball...and it went from Row "N" to Row "B"...den everyone saw it and stared at me..loL...maluated...den this was not the end...stupid xiao tian said.."Mr Ball would you please come back" super loudly...den the man in front was like "Oi...can you all keep quiet..."...should have said no...loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was damn great lorh...haiz..now stuck here doing project...qu'est-ce que la crotte...[direct translation: wad the shit]..loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way...i dun really crush matt Damon...just thought that he was damn cool as jason Bourne in the movie...and he is a Harverd graduate lehhs...and my netball does NOT look like owen's head...please do not use it as a excuse to kick my netball[his head]...loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109396058013365680?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109396058013365680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109396058013365680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109396058013365680' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109349428324751837</id><published>2004-08-25T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T21:24:43.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol...having art now...later got chinese ting xie..happy b'dae to gv...she rawkks...birthday is 27/08/91...yeah...she rawkks...but i rawkk more...too ego under the daily influence of the ego pig, genevieve tan....i carn wait for teacher's day...shall go with amanda and alice to buy presents for mrs Teo, mrs Valerio and Mr Ng...he really wants us to go back lorh cos we rawkk so much...haiz...but there is this certain person who is going and i dun want to see it...but i have to protect amanda cos tt person is nasty...loL...i want to watch alien v.s predator...den those girly gals wun...haiz...so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109349428324751837?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109349428324751837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109349428324751837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109349428324751837' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109349428180509820</id><published>2004-08-25T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T21:24:41.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol...having art now...later got chinese ting xie..happy b'dae to gv...she rawkks...birthday is 27/08/91...yeah...she rawkks...but i rawkk more...too ego under the daily influence of the ego pig, genevieve tan....i carn wait for teacher's day...shall go with amanda and alice to buy presents for mrs Teo, mrs Valerio and Mr Ng...he really wants us to go back lorh cos we rawkk so much...haiz...but there is this certain person who is going and i dun want to see it...but i have to protect amanda cos tt person is nasty...loL...i want to watch alien v.s predator...den those girly gals wun...haiz...so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109349428180509820?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109349428180509820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109349428180509820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109349428180509820' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109340184269456837</id><published>2004-08-24T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T19:44:22.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay...finally blogging....teachers' day coming soon...and i am going back to my primary school...yipee...den we are going to play captain's ball with my netball...loL..more like my sis netball....and i must ask her for her permission...imagine me surrendering to my sis just for her netball...den after that..me and alice and amanda and edward and halim and kaixiang are going to watch movies...can the rest of the 6AB-ers reply to my sms-es? i want to watch Face...but those cowards wun...stella...are you coming along?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pissed with this certain someone...she is such a Queen Bee...a wannabe...and it is getting on my nerves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109340184269456837?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109255419516182785?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109255419516182785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109255419516182785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109255419516182785' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109255308979961258</id><published>2004-08-14T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T23:58:09.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>loL...doing stupid humanz project at my cousin house now..so shuang...using labtop...the buttons are so damn soft..actually i also got labtop at home...just that my mum seldom let me touch it...loL...yesterday was netball mini carnival and 106 got first...yay we are so damn mighty...we rawkk...buying a pencil case for wanqi and genevieve birthday..shall be branded...loL...i am broke liao..but frenz mah...yu ching is a damn damn nice senior..so lucky..went to far east with qi and xian...wanxiu and yiyun were waiting for us there...den yiyun brought me to eat this icecream...the details, as yiyun request, shall not be revealed...but it was humiliating ME...humph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109255308979961258?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109255308979961258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109255308979961258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109255308979961258' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-109219221849708055</id><published>2004-08-10T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T19:43:38.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am straight...cos i thought out of all my crushes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) michael owen&lt;br /&gt;2) clay aiken&lt;br /&gt;3) joaquin phoenix&lt;br /&gt;4) gregory smith&lt;br /&gt;5) dick lee&lt;br /&gt;6) me..myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i am turning back into a gal...but..i still walk like a guy..(i.e. both hands in both pockets, acting dao)...loL..i was born dao...too bad, xian...how arh...i rawkk so much tat everyone calls on me during math lesson lorh..must be me being too popular...wah now i so ego..all yuwen's fault...influence me like tat...humph...went shopping...bought some stuff...my mum bought herself a bright pink roxy bag...can you actually believe it?...omg...my mum's funky sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad i want---heyy guys hint for my b'dae prezzie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;billabong wallet&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;billabong pencil case&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;billabong drum bag&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy slingbag&lt;br /&gt;ripcurl haversack&lt;br /&gt;yanhui's jacket..&lt;br /&gt;37 degrees pencil case&lt;br /&gt;boardshorts&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, MICHAEL OWEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>aargh...i am turning into a guy...how...wad to do...die liao....why do i always stick my hands into my pockets and why do pple think that i am dao....i am NOT...behaving a little like Mindy here...loL...this is going to be a short entry...using my aunt laptop...so shiok...loL...i am straight though my behaviour is like a guy...it okay to like black and white...bei han &lt;em&gt;lurves&lt;/em&gt; her pink...like...eeks...i only change to this layout cos it is quite cute and sweet...and pple say its nice...i am becoming a guy...how...anyway i grew by 0.5 cm so now i am officially 162.5 cm...sho happy...turning and behaving like a boy is qiute cool...so i can be dao and not get scolded..so now i can dun gossip anymore...i also can dun giggle and not feel weird..cos i am a guy now...AARGH..how..but i am still straight...&lt;em&gt;i lurve Owen...&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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long long time..i love myself for pulling myself away from the computer screen and...putting myself in front of the TV..how accomplished..okay lah..wadever lah...track meet was not fun...cos RG never win...anyway Samantha tung..you suck..insulting our school does not make your sch any better..it just shows wad kind of pupils your sch produce...loser..din even tease your sch when they lost big time at the swim finals...wah..i so patriotic towards my school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will write short notes to some people to show them how much i &lt;em&gt;luurve&lt;/em&gt; them...loL...to my wonderful frenz and clique...actually i dun even know if we are a clique....haha..wadever...affirmations or wad you call them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiannie:&lt;br /&gt;hi..partner for ages liao...kindda sick of the way you crush******..loL...must improve on your stuff lah...OMG..you very sweet..always writing to me on wadever occasions...i very touched one..but i dun show my feelings mah..i very malu to show..got strong pride like a guy...&lt;strong&gt;i think i am a guy&lt;/strong&gt;...you rawkk gal...but always quarrel with you...as the old saying goes..wadever..da1...qing2..ma4..ai4..fill in the blanks...i like french kissing...&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuwen:&lt;br /&gt;okay...tot you very dao at first..but no lah..you very sweet also mah..and lively..just like your angel...but you very easy agitated and bothered...okay i carn concentrate and do my work properly..satisfied...okay..you keep me movitated in french lah...loL...wadever...spare me your lame jokes please...and one more thing: &lt;strong&gt;i SO DUN crush you....okay..i said..i only crush Owen&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genevieve:&lt;br /&gt;okay you are going to complain that i put you 3rd...haha...yuwen forced me to put her 2nd one....okay i think u rawkk...you have lots of hormones for sure...will you pls stop giggling when we are discussing about sperms in bio? thank you very much...sperms made you and me...and mario dun rawk..federer won, remember?okay you very nice but pls think before you speak or sing in the public okay...okay you made me say it...you are cute..you sing &lt;em&gt;very well&lt;/em&gt;..you heard an elephant singing..that is how you sound..just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qiii:&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS want to pick fight with me...wad's your problem...actually you very cute..but chill okay...and dun give me that look or whatsoever...okay you very nice but sometimes quite irritatin' no offence...its PUN...remember...you hve good brains but work hard and play hard too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val:&lt;br /&gt;stupid pongg-er...think you very chio...loL...wadever...you very &lt;em&gt;dirrty&lt;/em&gt;...pollute my mind you know...so mean....haha..wadever..you youngest in whole class...dun blame you for being immature...but balls mean the &lt;strong&gt;straight&lt;/strong&gt; way...very pro at lit...you must go into the lit stream to accompany me or i will kill you lorh...val rawkks...loL...wadever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bren:&lt;br /&gt;you are NOT fat..and anyway there is other things to do in the toilet other than to comb your hair and stare into the mirror...loL...you very sweet and nice...very sweet....very...okay...but you are an airhead....loL..bt you very sweet and innocent...actually..more like naive...loL...wadever...&lt;br /&gt;you very nice and you rawkk ver pro at netball...muscle woman...you are so NOT fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beihannie:&lt;br /&gt;very cute but pls..dun dun dun get angry..i very scared of you when you are angry...very scary leh...you very nice though..very sensitive and really enjoyed ur presence lah...and you very nice..and i wanna kick your ball again(people: think straight)...netball....very zai*ded at netball..wad to do..netballer mah...rawkk on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yijie:&lt;br /&gt;you very squeaky....and very nice...and sensitive...outside like quiet quiet..inside so wild...very cute also...i think you got the giggling flu also...always giggling...very sweet..david...loL...me and joanne are not a disgrace to Owen and Lampard...so mean...loL..i am sure that Owen is proud to have me as a fan lorh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elaine pokpokpok:&lt;br /&gt;sho mean..sho evil..nyak nyak..shan't make fun of your high pitched voice...very sweet and innocent...loL...very cute with SHORT hair...very cute...loL...likes to whine and pout...loL...i love her lah but pls stop pokking wen in here **pples....loL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanne:&lt;br /&gt;drama queen..and lampa(rd) fan...gateskengreencrest...but too bad...i booked clay okay...loL...for KTV sessions only..still prefer Owen...loL....pls stop grossing me out with dirty stuff...i rawkk...not you...loL....sing for me everyday cos your singing rawkks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melanie..melwong:&lt;br /&gt;spongebob's wife...loL...very cute and VERY sensitive....loL...very nice and sweety also....but like to scold me..HMPFH...she taught me how to "humph" one lorh....very funny and crappy...loL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...actually..none of those above actually rawkk...i rawkk the &lt;strong&gt;most...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-109143451529829339?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109143451529829339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/109143451529829339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109143451529829339' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-108903712249702221</id><published>2004-07-05T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T05:21:13.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greece won..revenge done for England...knew greece was gonna be good after they beat France..love all my frens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no way, lex...your frenz rawk..but mine rawk more...went out for lunch with Bren, Xian, Wen and bei han...they are all so sweet..and Bren was being such a pig..lol..eat steak, soup, bread, watermelon, cup noodles and still hungry..incredible...but she not fat lah..high metabolism rate..netballer wad, wad'ya expect..den we went to take neos..so damn fun..den we were almost late man...luckily the bus for SYF left late..teacher never even scold us lorh...very nice of her..den we were singing that Delta Goodrem's song for the Austrailia Tourism Board...we got on the same bus as the oneohfourers..onli us and laine and alicia and jianghe were the sixers..BUT..we made loads of noise..till the 104 chairman could not stand it and politely told us to keep quiet..which was shuddup inour words..106-ers are so vulgar..no..WE are so vulgar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the conversation goes like this..roughly lah..den we sang on the top of our voices..Maroon 5's This Love..love this song..wanted to sang Eamon's F**k it (I Dun Wan You Back) uncensored,aloud...but knew better..then halfway through bei han pull my shirt to reveal my shoulders then i pull Laine's..den in the end..we snapped bras..luckily most of us wore sports bra..only bei han din...den we reached geylang and me and bei han were debating about who spent the night in Hotel 81 with brenda..of course i did..lol...bren told me i did..den bei han started biting me to indicate that i was hers..den bren not happy so bite me also..not pain but wad if they have rabies..lol..den we waved at those little innoncent primary skool kids..they looked so frightened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we reached lorh...okay lah..pretty fun..den xian and me were VERY VERY sarcastic towards the performers tat everyone turned back to look at us..den this guy from dunno wad skool say we very dao..okay..i agree..we were VERY dao..din clap for anybody or aything..den we went home...TKSS won the band..they were good..den on the bus home..we made noise again..taking pics using our camera phones..super fun lorh..i love oneohsixers..they are so much fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-108903712249702221?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108903712249702221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108903712249702221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108903712249702221' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-108860506640968575</id><published>2004-06-30T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T07:17:46.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay..heard that my blog is super duper dead these days..i am actually sick of blogging...heard that..i am SICK and TIRED of blogging about my insignificant life..most times i am analysing every single Euro match..loL...how could england lost..portugal was cheating..i hate them...owen was so fab..i love him..lol..but too bad...if you ask me, becks should be stripped off of the team captaincy and Owen should take over cos Rooney still young mah..wad you call that..lu1 xiu4 wei4 gan1..loL..fancy blaming the pitch for his inability to score that penalty..i mean you, Mr Playboy..a.k.a. Mr Beckham The Idiot..how do you explain that the rest of the 11 players scored..loL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we played this damn fun game..."Pretend" then I was Michael Owen..Joanne was Frank Lampard and poor Yi Jie was David Beckham..cos she said me and jo were disgracing Mr Owen and Mr Lampard..loL..then Brenda was my mummy..then i was scolding her an airhead and bimbo..sorry, mum..xiannie was daddy and he kept saying that his son, me, is a dirty pervert..which i am NOT..lol..xian said that her cousin, this RI GEP SEC One-r blew into her ears ...then me and Lampard aka Joanne thought dirty...must be the influence of Valerie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were so high lorh..then wen and grace came up with the conclusion that me and jo are mad..we were just role-playing, dears...loL..but jo is damn sick..wad's up with the 29126? so dirty but no, jo...i am all booked..loL...the jo went off to have some blastin' fun with mel, I think..our whole class is ruddy bloddy crazy...xian shout to this class that we are the one oh s&lt;em&gt;exiest&lt;/em&gt;...get the pun..xian is always so ego about our class...then she very despo..said that she wanted both guyfrenz and galfrenz...as in a relationship that sort...and topping xian's list is guys from RI and gals from RGS...but i think with the exception of the sixers lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then brenda was so sweet..coming up with the difference between the smart and the clever...afterwhich we all agree that she was neither..she sounded exactly like Paris Hilton or Jessica Simpson..dumb blondes...loL..i think that the sixers, xiannie's &lt;em&gt;sexiest&lt;/em&gt; are really cool and fun to be with..loL..love you all in the frenz way..unlike xiannie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what are our favourite songs? theme songs from teletubbies and hi-5..oh how matured we must be..like dUh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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AB-ers..it was so much fun..i fell on my butt once..my butt was freezing..AARGH..den we formed a straight line and we skated..lol..it was so much fun..den this sissy knocked my sis down and i hatched this crazy plan to knock him off his feet..den most of the 6AB-ers agree wif me..den the guy muz have heard cos he got off the rink immediately..so sissy..den when he was exiting the exit..stella suddenly went.."&lt;em&gt;hey you gay..say sorry to her..you knocked her down.."&lt;/em&gt;..den me and Ming Yue joined in..lolx..he was so embarrased..he blushed..lol..den we had lunch at boringg Macdonalds...sick of the food there...actually i in no mood to blog..want to do math homework cos it is due tomorrow..so buh-bye..my shortest entry ever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-108653025091260091?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108653025091260091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108653025091260091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108653025091260091' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-108622826904872165</id><published>2004-06-02T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T19:04:29.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogging in the library...its super cold in here...brrr...freezing..skip CO cos of CCA...Ying qi could you mark my attendance...lolx...faith din come so me and si yun(sec 2 one)  were busy slacking...england drew with japan...how could they..they should have won...anyway i am still glad that owen scored..i watched the match and fell asleep halfway..my dad had try to convince me that Owen's goal was not a good goal..oh well...WADEVER...going ice-skating with the rest of the AB-ers tomorrow...yi xin wun go..yanyee and me are trying to lure her with Shuling..looks like it doesn't work..she only has eyes for that Rachel something...i think yi xin has a chance of being a homo..how fun...lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow my younger sis wanna tag along..how...its supposed to be a 6AB reunion..never mind..Sam dun mind..anyway Sam here refers to Samantha Tung..yah..Sam rox..she dun mind my irritating sis..yay..lolx...Mei ying and Eri wun go..cos they have to go out with their seniors...i think i am supposed to go out with my angel and others..like melteo and jian toot(all the angels)...i am so cold...the air con is...AARGH...i want to eat cheese fries..i think my blog is more like a idiot's..no intellect in all my entries..lolx...i think i going to Perth..i miss the smell of perth..the clean air and King's Park and Fremantle market....Perth rox but marcus and nikhil had to spoil all the fun..and Mr Chang too...haiz...it would have been so much fun without them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gene..when are you coming back...i miss you and i want the swiss chocos... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-108622826904872165?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108622826904872165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108622826904872165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108622826904872165' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-108584342987487141</id><published>2004-05-29T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T08:10:29.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to my primary skool swim carn...had heaps and heaps of fun...saw all the nicest teachers...they are so damned nice...but Mrs teo was on medical leave...so din got to see her...*haiz*..but it was pretty nice..Sapphire got last...but never mind...den run ting came...she is so nice...and sweet lorh...liting came too...with valerie koh and yihui...they went to watch Shrek 2...never ask me along...HMPFH...liting said she did lah..maybe..i dun remember...anyway..we sms-ed edward lots of mushy stuff with Alice's phone...lolx...den edward said he could sense Yuling's toxicidity...lol...i dun care...i din even sms him..i was not involve...why am i always blame..anyway..Mrs Lee-Goy made me look after her bag...den i couldn't even walk around...din know that i was so trustworthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den Yan Jun and Si chuan came...those two so immature...were splashing water on each other with the aid of Samantha's water bottle and they wet one of the teachers bag...and thay wet Run Ting's bag...Run Ting was so nice about it..i was NOT..i screamed at them and the RI seniors were staring at me..lolx...but WHO CARES...i am a bitch and so what? den stupid Yan Jun ran away, trying to shriek responsibility...den i scream and scream...running away after you create a mess is stupid...you have to pay if you are a guy...Yan Jun, you are a disgrace to ALL rafflesians...i am not kidding...even si chuan stayed to apologise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we hanged out lah...den we saw liting and yan yee's brothers...although yan yee wasn't there...den they played a fool lah...den liting's brother came to Yan Jun and den told him to start dieting...thay were acting like airheads...yah, they are from RI...somewhat they prove my suspicions that all RI pple are airheads...oh well..never mind...and you know what..Mr Ng said that liting's brother was interested in Amanda...he was supposed to stay faithful to min min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we all went home when it ended...me and amanda and samantha decided to walk run ting home and go to northpoint too...den min min called and told us to wait for her...den we walked all the way back and waited for her...min min came and...liting's brother was VERY VERY happy...den min min zhong4 se4 qing1 you2 and only talked to those guys...eh, wad type of fren are you, huhh? den she got reprimanded by runting for her attire...t-shirt untucked..socks low..wearing a necklace...Run Ting is a training prefect..carn quite blame her..den we all walked to Northpoint to buy CDs...and we tease amanda too lah...lolx..i promise her i wun tell..but i am not saying..i am blogging...oh well..i am such a bitch...lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having loads of homework...anyway, xian...my results aren't good...compared to Rachel from 112...but again...she is in GEP lorh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DISAPPOINTING RESULTS:&lt;br /&gt;NAPFA: GOLD--i am proud of this one..lolx...&lt;br /&gt;LITERATURE: 84...mr connolly was being kind&lt;br /&gt;COMBINED SCIENCE: 82&lt;br /&gt;HCL:74&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY:74&lt;br /&gt;GEOG: 63--pretty sad about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest sucks...no use mentioning lorh...my GPA was only 3.37 out of 4.0...i suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have tons and tons of homework for the holidays...how &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;great...&lt;/em&gt;WADEVER...homework sucks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-108584342987487141?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108584342987487141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108584342987487141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108584342987487141' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-108541113272741518</id><published>2004-05-24T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T08:05:32.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh..just took a test...this is me...&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/namequiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/jordan.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www26.brinkster.com/angelick/namequiz.html" target="new"&gt;What Name Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www21.brinkster.com/laurenn/" target="new"&gt;Lauren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...WADEVER..i dun believe in this stuff..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-108541113272741518?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108541113272741518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108541113272741518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108541113272741518' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-108540953259673336</id><published>2004-05-24T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T07:44:55.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELP...my ear is going to be amputated...how...now the swell is the size of a 20-cent coin...it must be that idiot cockroach...&lt;strong&gt;my first kiss as a teenager&lt;/strong&gt; is given to a &lt;strong&gt;COCKROACH&lt;/strong&gt;...here comes the details...i was blowing my instrument and a damn cockroach came out of the mouthpiece...i am not kidding...the head was in my mouth and the body was outside...and so i spitted it out and it flew...so its an adult roach...i feel so violated...of cos...i kept my cool and did NOT freak out...i am so brave..lolx..WADEVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously..my ear(left) is so swollen...can just ask any of the sixers...i was so proud of it that i showed it to everyone...okay..shall stop whining..cos i am brave wad..haiz...Mr Lim gonna change our seats...i will miss zhixian-xiannie-xianno..although she CRAPS and spreads malicious lies about me..i wanna change the skin...getting sick of this one...oh..just heard from the doctor that i need to be send to KKH to amputate the swell if it doesn't goes down...&lt;strong&gt;HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP MY COOL&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rawk and i rawk and i RAWK...okay shall stop egoing...Joo hui is so smart...topping her class...i jealous eh...Zhi xian...when i say that people are very pro..it does NOT mean that i crush them...more like i jealous...get it? netball rox muh wurld...valeriella ..me and qi were shooting lorh...we are so formidable compared to the other teams...sorry for egoing...anyway..Brenda is definitely better than us...i mean...ow..never mind...Val, how is Nelson? Anyway i was at the general office today cos my mum picked me up early(that idiot ear's fault)and he was like:"why? you sick arh?" in this AH BENG voice...den i was like...:"yah..cannot meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liverpool...you have to get into the Champions league...i love liverpool...liverpool's manager is sacked...should i be happy?...as long as the good players (owen, gerrard, hyypia, kewell etc.) i am happy liaoz...actually...gerard houllier SUCKS...dun like him...his tatics are like...nvms...TERRIBLE...Liverpool is right to sack a useless thing like him...come on, his glamour is a thing of the past..we need to move on with times..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-108540953259673336?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108540953259673336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108540953259673336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108540953259673336' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-108454154558071529</id><published>2004-05-14T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T06:32:25.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry...so long never blog...mid-years and other stuff going up on my head....so much to do...so little time...whew...just barely passed my french...75....there was this genius who got 99...turned out that she learnt french before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarbet got 2nd for interhouse netball...of course...i mean Bren, Bei Han and wanqi were all playing...they rawk....bought my angel's birthday present liaoz....quite ex...maybe not...aiyah i dunno leh...i want to clarify okay...oh never mind...there is this big joke going on in my class....today we asked if Mr Tan had kids and den Valerie shouted a very deafening yes so naturally we thought that....Val was having Jagong's kid den the whole class started laughing....den Jagong said he will not shriek responsibility and will pay full responsibility and then Valerie blushed....lolx...we know he meant it to pacify us...but...lolx...den he said,"my ball is in your court" den Valerie went oh my god...valerie with that sick and dirty mind of her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bren's birthday coming soon....and muh dearest angel one....tarbet rox...today Min Min came and den dunno why she hugged me...den mr connolly came and in Min Min's rush to get out...she bang into my knee-cap....now got one big bruise...so ugly....lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liverpool in good shape and owen say he would stay...*yay* |jumps into the air and cheers|....thaksin....if you dare buy liverpool...i kill you...this is a global plea from scousers over the wurld....except for Thais maybe....LFC ROX and thaksin...you suck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to have a reunion with my primary skool frenz on May 31....*yay* i miss them a lot....but not some...lolx..i am so bitchy...i like being a bitch...lolx...wadever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to pacify my ego frenz&lt;br /&gt;|yu wen.zhixian.gene.wanqi.valeriella.bren.laine.mel.jo.| rawkk....&lt;br /&gt;but you know wad?&lt;br /&gt;Yulinggy rawkks the most....&lt;br /&gt;and owen too...&lt;br /&gt;lolx...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-108454154558071529?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108454154558071529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108454154558071529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108454154558071529' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-108385299997748951</id><published>2004-05-06T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T07:21:06.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay...just had my french mid year yesterday....and physics test...physics was okay lorh...i think...hope i hit a B or wadeva...FRENCH SUX....it was like...so dumb...oh yeah....had my 2.4 km run the day before yesterday...i was sho damned lousy...but overall, should be a gold lorh....i think 3/4 of the class got gold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val was crazy today....we were having chinese lessons and it was some interactive course...den val lifted up my pinafore in front of everyone....den i shrieked and Mr Lim was very VERY pissed off cos later on we all started lifting each other pinafore...den we were like screaming and shouting...but luckily...i wore shorts...of course...we launched into a poke the abs game....me and wanqi and gv and val and...all of the crazy people lorh....i am beginning to question val's gender....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow...going to spotlight at plaza singapura...no 3rd lang!!!so happie...on cloud 9....going with wen and dunno who else....buying bren's and fiona burfdae pressies too...going BROKE....but muz buy something nice...i love myself...lolx...later..people say i ego again...haiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-108385299997748951?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108385299997748951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108385299997748951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108385299997748951' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-108350916005229946</id><published>2004-05-02T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T07:50:20.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took off the song...too much space on file...taking very long time to load....why do i seem to be the target of all the les jokes? Juz becos i am straight and you all are not? I AM STRAIGHT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,&lt;br /&gt;1) I DUN crush Mindy...(she is a very fierce senior)&lt;br /&gt;2) Nothing happened between Brenda and me...(i dun even know where Hotel  81 is and i treat Brenda like a FRIEND....)&lt;br /&gt;3) I DID NOT violate Valerie...(i am not interested in Mr Tan's property)&lt;br /&gt;4) I dun crush any girls like wanqi, yuwen or gv...(they claim it themselves and they are just being ego cos they have nothing better to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only crush guys like ******* Owen...lolx....i am totallie straight...never took interest in gals from the start....it is becoz...i too charming lioaz...den they all want me to crush them...but girls, too bad...I am straight...go find someone else like Zhi xian who is 100% homosexual (she says that herself)...den you all got chance....i am straight...so no chance...lolx...is just that now...no one special in my life except for.....itz a secret lorhz...i know everybody likes me lorhz....lolx....being ego again...all genevieve's fault for influencing me....HMPFH...i know that genevieve dun like me liaoz...I AM STRAIGHT AND I HAVE A CRUSH!!! get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-108350916005229946?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108350916005229946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108350916005229946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108350916005229946' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-108341039352359760</id><published>2004-05-01T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T04:24:13.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to yuwen's house today...was late cos my mum forgot to wake me up...so i took a taxi there....stupid driver...din know where was it...so i had to call yuwen lorh....i like the staircase to the attic leh..so damned scary-looking and gothic.....but i think gene and xian liked the toilet better...lolx...they were saying how good it smelled....den i think i destroy the good mood...i tot that the whole model was done wrongly so i tot had to redo...so i think the whole group very disgusted and annoyed with me...sorry darhlinks....eeeks...i so mushy...later "kena" yuwen scolding....she dun like mushiness...lolx....later must tag her board or else she angry...den xian had to go home for her tuition so me and yuwen and gene went to Thomson Plaza to eat lorh...we ate KFC den we were like crapping half the time...so our proposal din get done....gene began singing "Perfect" very loudly halfway den got weird looks from people around us....and i think they knew we were from RGS cos i said that failing is inevitable in RGS...then this group of guys who were studying next to us moved away...we must have been too loud....den yuwen said this lame joke and before she could finished she started laughing....den i kne the joke liaoz...so i helped her tell gene the joke since i knew it already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the joke:&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a dog and an unicorn&lt;br /&gt;One day, the dog kicked the unicorn out of the window...&lt;br /&gt;THE END..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i finished...gene laughed too....very funny meh? den everybody stared at us since they were laughing so LOUDLY....den i had to shut them up....the joke funny meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i took the bus home alone...i almost puked on the bus...went green cos was feeling very sick after the cheese fries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now got geog homework...I H8 GEOG TOTALLIE....so dumb...i dun understand....*haiz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-108341039352359760?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108341039352359760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108341039352359760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108341039352359760' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6643324.post-108325029180967253</id><published>2004-04-29T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T07:55:48.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yah...did my NAPFA...aargh...hate it...i think my angel influence me....got an A for standing broad jump...quite short larh...only 171 cm...but quite good for my 1.62m build....today was okay....i had aesthetics den we did needlework...i was too rough and then the needle dropped off....the whole machine was stuck...mrs wong took out the whole thing and repaired it for me...i am so damn rough....i think she hate me liaoz....lolx...who cares...i dun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that valerie...dunno wad's her problem...keep on saying that i violated her and i raped her....oh well...WHATEVER and she tried to pull down my shorts right in front of Mr Kenneth Tan...just because i said that Mr Tan thinks that she is hot... more like i shouted cos even Mr Tan heard it...lolx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today me, xian, val, laine, yijie and joanne stay in class to do science but we crapped and crapped...so in the end...never get anything done...*haiz* den we locked the door den that Mr Lim came and he banged...BANGED on the door very loudly!!!den i tot it was my seniors den i screamed and lolx....it was Mr. Lim...den i was like *cheh*...i was like so nervous...lolx....we decorated the classsroom and it was so nixe....lolx...so cool...purple and blue...very sweet and warm colours....i love 106....den i went home with valerie lah...on the bus....den i went to the MRT alone...saw these bunch of RI geeks...RI pple are like...EEEKSS!!! they were so hardworking....discussing about the test they will be having tomorrow...exchanging study tips...yucks...RGS gals are much cooler...way cooler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chacha rox...the test was easy...and ms amy rox...nicest teacher i ever had..i love her....anyway yijie...yuwen and zhi xian and gv have to treat me to a drink....cos I score the first hoop for netball...i so smart....egoing again....saturday going to yuwen's hse...dunno where is it...very tired...want to sleep liaoz...had math test today AGAIN...was actually okay lah...not too bad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6643324-108325029180967253?l=glacierflamez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108325029180967253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6643324/posts/default/108325029180967253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glacierflamez.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108325029180967253' title=''/><author><name>ling*_</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
