<?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-31538007</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:27:59.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of a phscho;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115901774140226613</id><published>2006-09-23T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T06:22:21.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: THIS BLOG'S GOING TO BE DEAD SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Wahahahaha. Yes, it's true, this blog's going to be dead-soon. Reason is because have to study for PSLE marhs. 10+ more days. The stress is building!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Homework for the weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&amp;PSLE Booklet Eng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&amp;amp;PSLE Booklet Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&amp;2 Chi Mock Papers (DRATS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&amp;amp;Maths prac. paper 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&amp;Die after doing all of the homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;On Friday, we did this Maths mock paper and it was so blardy difficult. Yes it is. My head almost bursted and my neck was so &lt;em&gt;suan&lt;/em&gt; (achey) because the tables were so short and we had to crane our necks just to see the answers. The only good point about the stupid stuffy room was that it had aircon. What's more, while we were doing the questions, because it was sport's day, the p1 and p2's were really really noisy. Omg lah, they were like *cheer, CHEER. Ok, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lynn also tripped over my table thus causing water to spill. As a punishment, i asked her to help me clean up. And guess what the spoilt brat said, " Aaaaah! I'm not going to clean that! No,No, NOOOOO!" The whole class was explaining that it was just water just take some tissue and clean can already but, no, that *&amp;$^&amp;amp;% didn't want to listen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So she dragged Clara along to go and find a &lt;strong&gt;cleaner&lt;/strong&gt; just to clean up some water. And she didn't even apologise for making Rachel aka ah Peh's table and my books wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;What's more, the cleaner was &lt;em&gt;old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OMG, and I was damn angry with her. The cleaner was a very old woman okay, like around 50-60 something? &gt;:( Spoilt brat Lynn Yeo. So I got angry with her and almost the whole class too, 'cause we were all blaming her for calling such an old, poor thing cleaner. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HEARTLESS FREAK! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;After that, she wanted to apologise by giving me 25 cheese sausages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;What a way to apologise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115901774140226613?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115901774140226613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115901774140226613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115901774140226613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115901774140226613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/09/warning-this-blogs-going-to-be-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115829871365381637</id><published>2006-09-14T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:38:33.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sorry! Haven't been posting for an ultra long time. This time, don't wanna count.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms let's see. I just got back from school. Listening Comprehension today. Overall, it was quite easy but i still had &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 question wrong. 1 BLOODY LIL' question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's only minus 1/2 a mark so i guess its ok? Oh yeah, and clumsy Lynn Yeo fell down 2 times today. One was at the staircase and one while walking on the &lt;em&gt;ping (smooth)&lt;/em&gt; ground. How terribly clumsy. We were laughing like.. hell? :&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, before chinese listening, we stayed in class and played concentration, "monkey man" game and electricity with &lt;strong&gt;MaXiang. &lt;/strong&gt;A teacher played with us! LOL. She did not dare sit on the floor 'cause her excuse was :"&lt;em&gt;Di shang tai an zhang la!"&lt;/em&gt; Translation: The floor is too dirty &lt;em&gt;la. &lt;/em&gt;What a lame excuse.&lt;br /&gt;After english listening was chinese. In the middle of it, I suddenly look outside and I see a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was a nice magnolia white, the weather was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was as dark as.. er, Sh**?&lt;br /&gt;And then, all of a sudden comes a loud ear piercing, shattering loud "BOOM!" .&lt;br /&gt;I was terribly distubed. Just imagine you're in the middle of a listening comprehension exam and suddenly some disgustingly loud noise disturbs you? Ughh.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid thunder la! &gt;:(   Oh yar, before english listening, i followed Narisha to the toilet, and &lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt;, i do not wish to type out what i saw. LOL. Sick sick sick sick sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick. I'm deeply &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;traumatised&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115829871365381637?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115829871365381637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115829871365381637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115829871365381637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115829871365381637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/09/sorry-havent-been-posting-for-ultra.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115772952971340978</id><published>2006-09-08T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T10:11:58.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaah, i'm &lt;strong&gt;addicted to quizzes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole this from Ann's blog. Courtesy to ANN X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I don't. LOLS. I mean, yes, i have alot of friends, and i love them to bits :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you stay at home for a week?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. &lt;em&gt;Most probably&lt;/em&gt; i will rawt to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which do you prefer, science or math?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science. &lt;strong&gt;Oh DON'T GET ME STARTED ON MATH&lt;/strong&gt;, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you like, cellphone or t.v?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellphone. Can sms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flip flops or sneakers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip flops. Comfortability counts, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heroes or villains?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villains. I am a villan myself &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashley Tisdale or Vanessa Ann Hudgens?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASHLEY!! &lt;3&gt;Drum lover or guitar lover?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Drums! I'm learning drums X)) Guitars rock too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anime or cartoons?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime(: Love the drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to be a singer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ No comment ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which colour do you prefer on a dog's?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greyish-white, like SAM'S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat lover?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. So irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know how to dance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you count stomping and prancing around, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you get hurt, do you cry easily?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I wish, NOT. X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you love taking pictures of yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, so boring. I so ugly somemore. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;City or country?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City. More hip. Country's like all, bucktoothed, hillbilly typed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeans or skirts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a friend that seems to be boy/girl?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless, they are secretly homo &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love yahoo messenger?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely use it. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you always call you friends dude?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when i'm &lt;em&gt;wu liao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music lover?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i have to answer this?! DUHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 schools you went to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracefields kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;Some montessori, can't remember name&lt;br /&gt;RGPS X)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 things in your purse/wallet:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;ID card&lt;br /&gt;Home gate key card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 things you like to wear:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;3 quarter pants&lt;br /&gt;Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 things you do when you are stressed up:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream vulgarities&lt;br /&gt;Bully my sister&lt;br /&gt;Bang the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 favourite songs right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose control- Missy Elliot feat Ciara and Fat Man Scoop&lt;br /&gt;Don't love you no more ( I'm Sorry)- Craig David&lt;br /&gt;Slip out the back- Fortminor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 favourite persons in life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents&lt;br /&gt;My amah and agong, popo and gong gong&lt;br /&gt;My cousins and friends. Especially my friends. Love ya lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 places you go on a daily basis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;My house&lt;br /&gt;Tuition centres ( It's a sad, sad stressful life for me :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 things you like to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play computer&lt;br /&gt;Slack&lt;br /&gt;Daydream&lt;br /&gt;[EXTRA]- Curse vulgarities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 people of the opposite sex that you've held hands before:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;Agong&lt;br /&gt;My p5 camp instructor ( He held everyone's hands while going down a rushing stream, don't get me wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 favourite fruits:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackfruit&lt;br /&gt;Jambu&lt;br /&gt;Peach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 things you are addicted to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer&lt;br /&gt;TV&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 favourite hobbies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball&lt;br /&gt;Conferencing with friends on phone&lt;br /&gt;Slacking around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 career choices:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. Businesswoman? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 goals in 2006:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do well for PSLE&lt;br /&gt;Get into good sec school&lt;br /&gt;Remember all my p6 friends, and maybe their numbers too. (NOT KIDDING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 plans for tomorrow:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do homework&lt;br /&gt;Study&lt;br /&gt;Play computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 things that scares you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghostly figures in the night, oh boy, this freaks me outt.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Tan Siok Cheng! ( principal of RGPS)&lt;br /&gt;Durians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 of your best friends:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't. It'd be too biased wouldn't it? X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 things you are wearing now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, sick question. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Shirt&lt;br /&gt;3 quarter pants&lt;br /&gt;Underneath stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 unforgettable moments in your life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days that my cousins and I stayed over at my amah's house. Wow. The best days of my life!&lt;br /&gt;The SG idol roadshow at Westmall!!&lt;br /&gt;The days which I went to Australia with my cousins &amp; my sis ( including parents and all &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;) But it was still fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 of your favourite bands or music artists?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINKIN PARK!! &lt;33&gt;Name 3 things essential in relationships:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;Hair&lt;br /&gt;Body organs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 things you want to do before you leave this world:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convince Lynn Yeo that JD aka Johnny Depp is not hott.&lt;br /&gt;Tell Narisha that she has to stop thinking about boys.&lt;br /&gt;Thank my grandmama for all the money she used on me (: But, i don't think she'll be here by then. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 3 of your fave wines:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ribena&lt;br /&gt;Iced Lemon Tea&lt;br /&gt;Lu Cha ( green tea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd, if this was PSLE oral, i'd definitely fail or faint. You choose my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOLS. :P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115772952971340978?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115772952971340978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115772952971340978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115772952971340978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115772952971340978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/09/aaah-im-addicted-to-quizzes-stole-this.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115772133548708224</id><published>2006-09-08T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T06:15:35.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGHH 3 DAYS AND I HAVEN'T FINISHED MY HOMEWORK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok rephrase it, &lt;strong&gt;barely even done&lt;/strong&gt; my homework.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to die. Rush rush &lt;strong&gt;RUSH&lt;/strong&gt;. Walao eh's.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's are going down I tell you! Ehhehe. :l&lt;br /&gt;Ok homework:&lt;br /&gt;1] Science paper section A &amp; B&lt;br /&gt;2] Chinese paper section A &amp;amp; B&lt;br /&gt;3] Maths paper section A &amp; B&lt;br /&gt;4] English paper section A &amp;amp; B&lt;br /&gt;See?! Four subjects &lt;strong&gt;full&lt;/strong&gt; practice papers! Not even just section A or section B. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, cooled down. Just watched tv. High school musical. Don't get me wrong, it's not that i like it, is just that my sister INSITED to watch it. No choice.&lt;br /&gt;The part where the nacho's dropped on Sharpay's &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; makes me hungry. I'm hungry! I want nachos! NACHOS NACHOS with lots of cheese! *droooooool. Kinda miss school. Miss my friends and bball, but don't miss teachers &lt;em&gt;at all. &lt;/em&gt;Yep, no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, should i get a chicken abalone ( cook yourself) maggie mee or cup noodle spicy seafood flavour? Ah, forget it, by the time you've replied, i'll be starving to death already. LOLS . :l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115772133548708224?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115772133548708224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115772133548708224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115772133548708224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115772133548708224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/09/arghh-3-days-and-i-havent-finished-my.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115743736409323407</id><published>2006-09-04T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:22:44.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LETS PLAY COUNT THE NUMBER OF DAYS I HAVEN'T BLOGGED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok according to dear dear Rachel Lau &lt;strong&gt;[pukes]&lt;/strong&gt; it's around 8 days. Woah. I'm going to steal a quiz thingy now. Courtesy to RL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) name 20 ppl u can think of at the top of ur head. dun read the ques before u write&lt;br /&gt;1. Linying.&lt;br /&gt;.2. Narisha.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rachel Lau.&lt;br /&gt;4. Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;5. Wanting.&lt;br /&gt;6. Xianlin.&lt;br /&gt;7. LiTing.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sharmera.&lt;br /&gt;9. Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;10. Deb.&lt;br /&gt;11. Bernice.&lt;br /&gt;12. Wei Zhi.&lt;br /&gt;13. Yee Ching.&lt;br /&gt;14. Sway.&lt;br /&gt;15. Lynn Yeo.&lt;br /&gt;16. Zhe Ting.&lt;br /&gt;17. Vivian.&lt;br /&gt;18. Clara.&lt;br /&gt;19. Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;20. Clementine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 14? She's my classmate? Since p3 yupp.&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you never met 1? She's my best friend?! I will die man!&lt;br /&gt; What would u do if 9 and 20 dated? Amanda and Clementine? No way, don't even make me think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Did u ever like 19? Ok, she's my friend?&lt;br /&gt; Would 6 and 17 make a gd couple? My cousin, Xianlin and ZHETING? No, no no no no no no no no NO. Absolutely not. They have VERY VERY DIFFERENT personalities.&lt;br /&gt; Describe 3. Irritatingly dumb, shy in class, very act guai. LOL. Don't come killing me!&lt;br /&gt;Do u thnk 8 is attractive? Shamera? Err.. i'm not a boy and neither am I a les so.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt; Tell me sumthing abt 7.  She sings well and loves Ryan aka her crush, she loves pinching people's cheeks and she fake cries very well.&lt;br /&gt;Do u know any of 12's family? Her sister, yes. Her mother, a lil' [she fetched me to school from tuition before], her dad, no.&lt;br /&gt;8's favourite? Cristiano Ronaldo &amp; Arthur, her crush. Oh Yar, and Man U.&lt;br /&gt;Wut wld u do if 11 confesses tt he/she likes u? BERNICE? OMG?! GIVE ME A PAIL TO PUKE! I'm not a lesbian THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt; Wut language does 15 speaks? Pirate language to honour her beloved Johnny Depp in pirates, cantonese, chinese &amp; english.&lt;br /&gt;Who is 9 goin out with? I don't know. Maybe she doesn't want to tell! XD&lt;br /&gt; How old is 16 now? 11+&lt;br /&gt; When was the last time u talked to 13? Yesterday during and after maths supp.&lt;br /&gt; Who's 2 favourite band/singer? Christina Aguilera, Jesse Mcartney ( she's crazy over him)&lt;br /&gt;Would u date 4? Yvonne? NO? For the 1000000000 time, I'M NOT A LESBIAN! SHEESH!&lt;br /&gt;Would u date 7? No. I'm not a lesbian. Unless she is, wahahahha. But no, i'm not a les.&lt;br /&gt; Is 15 single? DUH. Who in the right mind would want to date her?&lt;br /&gt; What's 10's last name? I'll just write the full name. Deborah Tang Pei Le. Bwahahha. :P&lt;br /&gt;Would u ever be in serious relationship with 11? Bernice again. No!?&lt;br /&gt; Wut sch does 3 go to? RGPS. Raffles Girls' Primary School&lt;br /&gt; Where does 6 live? Somewhere in upper Toh Tuck road somewhere? At the corner house.&lt;br /&gt;What's ur favourite thing abt 5? She's my cousin and we joke together X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheew, finally, It's done! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115743736409323407?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115743736409323407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115743736409323407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115743736409323407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115743736409323407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/09/lets-play-count-number-of-days-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115678059150371706</id><published>2006-08-28T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T09:03:46.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OK I KNOW. I HAVEN'T BEEN POSTING FOR A LONG, LONG TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons because:&lt;br /&gt;1] PRELIMS.&lt;br /&gt;2] My mum found out that i had been playing the computer &lt;strong&gt;secretly.&lt;/strong&gt; Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So super irritating. Imagine 2 days without computer! How to live?! Almost died during these two days. Want to know how i got the computer? Long long long story.&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum that i had homework on the computer and she said "ok." Okkk.. So it's not that long, but still.. It's a story!! :l LOL. Forgive my lameness.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyways, today was a long, boring day.&lt;br /&gt;We got back our papers. Let's see how I fared. [ Sure all below average! XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MATHS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section C- &lt;em&gt;38/50 ( &lt;/em&gt;I know it's really low ok?! Hmmph. Bleeagh. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, actually I can't remember. Hehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHINESE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82/90 ( LOW once again. I know i'm stupid la. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HIGHER CHINESE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.5/60 ( It's low, for the third consecutive time. )&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now you all can see how stupid and block- headed I am. I really don't deserve being in the class that I'm in now. lols. Not saying that i want to go other class &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;About class today, hmms, let's see.&lt;br /&gt;Ma Xiang was damn bias to Yvonne today &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, because Yvonne got full marks for her chi paper. Like &lt;em&gt;WTH. &lt;/em&gt;It was super bias ok. I was like, talking to Yvonne, and then she purposely don't want to scold Yvonne, then scold ME. And all that i was doing was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*imagine now&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*open mouth and stare at Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd darn and she scold me like hell &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;! Sh&lt;em&gt;eeeeeesh. &gt;:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, had to sit way way &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; behind in the class, ok simply put it, the back row. Bloody *&amp;amp;##$%#* !! I couldn't even see the board. I hate bias teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HATE THEM HATE THEM HATE THEM HATE THEM TO THE STUPID APPLE CORE.&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/31538007-115678059150371706?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115678059150371706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115678059150371706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115678059150371706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115678059150371706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115643014045864506</id><published>2006-08-24T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T07:35:40.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO. Today was science.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the pain of just saying that dreaded word. It really hurts. Not being sacarstic here.  :l&lt;br /&gt;I'm just soo bored.&lt;br /&gt;Ok let's see. Today during school, it was prelims so, yeah, lessons were TERMINATED. Yes! Yes! Yes! Lol. So, the whole class went mad, and everyone started walking here walking there, talk talk talk, shout shout shout. Then, all of a sudden, a menacing figure walked into the class.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ho.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone quietened down alright. All of us were like "shhh...SHH!" And he walked in, giving us this creepy stare. Eeeyer. So during that lesson, i kept quiet, surprisingly, didn't know how i managed to though. After he had gone, Ms Azizah cam in. Also known as the "aye aye aye aye aye" teacher, LOL. She came in and the overwhelming noise level returned. There was this arranged "arm wrestling competition" which i hosted for a while, and i played too. Hmms, talking about that, no wonder my arm hurts. :l Everyone was like, "Amanda Amanda Amanda! WOOOOO!" or "Go von go von go you can beat her!" I just love my class. :))&lt;br /&gt;Arm wrestling builds up your hand muscle. It's a proven fact .&lt;br /&gt;Okayy maybe. So... we were all making noise and all, I think it will be a living nightmare for those teachers who have to sit in for our class. Wahaha, serve them right.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, higher chi, last prelim paper BUT still got PSLE. Dorts. After that going to go out with cheekan and Bernice to eat lunch at Westmall. Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to &lt;strong&gt;Japan trip&lt;/strong&gt;! XD [About &lt;strong&gt;1 more month only&lt;/strong&gt; to go! AHHHH!]&lt;br /&gt;Omg, can't wait! Simply can't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115643014045864506?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115643014045864506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115643014045864506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115643014045864506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115643014045864506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/08/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115631783678033060</id><published>2006-08-23T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T03:50:05.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLLOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mrs Rita &lt;strong&gt;THOMAS THE CHOO CHOO TRAIN&lt;/strong&gt;, came to invigilate us. She is so idiotic lar, come in then say, " You girl's don't smile ah! You don't think just because Mrs Thomas is an EM3 teacher means she is stupid and you don't need to respect her. You know i was even the first teacher to make a girl win the prime minister book prize. And i think i even thought some of your mothers."&lt;br /&gt;That explains why she is teaching the EM3 class. She's really a weirdo, oldie. So i was talking to Amanda about how WEIRD she is and suddenly, she stared into mid-air and said " That girl over there ah, why keep talking talking talking?" She was like practically staring at the wall! Ahem, she's cock-eyed. LOLS. So i didn't know it was me that she was scolding until she came to my table to pass me my exam paper when she s   aid " Don't talk talk talk so much ar. I report you as cheating AR." Idiot la.&lt;br /&gt;She walked away and i pointed my MIDDLE finger at her back. Serves her right la that freak.&lt;br /&gt;When she went away, i could hear Yeeching giving a big, big sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;But when she came back, I looked at Yeeching again, and she was doing this "&lt;strong&gt;NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO&lt;/strong&gt;!" expression. I followed her. Thank God &lt;strong&gt;THOMAS&lt;/strong&gt; actually came into the wrong class so she didn't stay for long. Phewww.&lt;br /&gt;So after exams, Lynn Yeo suddenly came up to me and asked if we wanted to celebrate with her at estivo after prelims. I said "&lt;strong&gt;NO? PSLE IS COMING LA YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!" lol. What a nutty girl. She just hack care everything. Do finish paper about 1 hour wasted away on looking here looking there. Tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115631783678033060?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115631783678033060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115631783678033060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115631783678033060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115631783678033060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/08/helllooo.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115616704341360677</id><published>2006-08-21T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T06:30:43.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Today was a headache day. Reason is because of english paper + compo+ situational writing. So stupid lar. Ok, so our examiners were:&lt;br /&gt;1) Mrs Seet&lt;br /&gt;2) Ma Xiang&lt;br /&gt;3) Ms yan&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MRS LIM&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;When it was Mr's Lim's turn, everyone was like "*gasp!*GASP!" lol. I wasn't paying attention, so i looked up and then i saw her. I started laughing like hell, don't know why. Oh yeah, maybe it's because of Danielle's funny expressions lol. And i soon noticed the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VERY BIG&lt;/span&gt; differences bewtween Maxiang and Mrs Lim's way of "examinating". Maxiang walks in and talks to us and even laughs at Clara for no apparent reason. She saw me turning back to talk to Amanda but she still continued to play with Danielle's ruler.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lim comes in and the first thing she says is " Look at your own paper, face the front, Danielle Eng!" Then she goes around, picking on innocent people asking them to face the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference between &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hack care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; overcare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow maths paper, die la. I hate maths to the core, but the teacher sucks more than the subject. So she's the super extreme. I just hate maths. Blearrghh.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Debbie aka Fudgie, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHAIRPERSON&lt;/span&gt;! :P&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115616704341360677?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115616704341360677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115616704341360677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115616704341360677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115616704341360677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115588544405400913</id><published>2006-08-18T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:53:06.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wow. Prelim orals have ended. Just like that and 48 hours are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GONE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English oral was okayy, just that the teachers asked ALOT of questions man! About 6? When the most for conversation was meant to be around 3? Yep, so i thought that i was in trouble because the worser u perform, the more questions they shoot at you. Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese oral was not as good as English but it was still okay. The teachers that i had for both languages were nice! Unexpectedly. I imagined them as fierce, crazy creatures lol. And i even &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;on one occasion. Here's the convo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Ok, so what type of books do you like to read?&lt;br /&gt;Me:(thinks awhile) Murder stories.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Wow, that's interesting! And why do you like to read murder stories?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ( thinks for a longer time) I like them because they are thrilling and creepy.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Can you tell us about one of those you have read about?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (pauses, thinks for a MUCH longer time) Oh, one of the murder stories that i've "read" about is about this man who goes around killing woman in a shady, deserted street during midnight. I think the man's name is called "Jack The Ripper"&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Jack The Ripper" Ohh... Ok, so do you think you want to write storybooks when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err, maybe, if i have the time to think up of a plot.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Ok thank you, you may go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what the hack? I NEVER wanted to write a storybook, and i will NEVER EVER do that.&lt;br /&gt;And i NEVER EVER read "Jack The Ripper" before. It just happened so that Mrs Seet told us about the story before.&lt;br /&gt;But it sure beats Amanda's.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: So what type of stories do you like to read about?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: Oh, i like to read &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHAKESPEARS&lt;/span&gt;'s stories.&lt;br /&gt;Shakespear LIKE REAL!&lt;br /&gt;12year old reading shakespear. Wow. Impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115588544405400913?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115588544405400913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115588544405400913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115588544405400913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115588544405400913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115563318591024267</id><published>2006-08-15T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:54:46.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC PANIC .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sheesh why panic? Calm down calm down.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just some words of self encouragement. Yupps.&lt;br /&gt;PSLE oral this Thurs and Fri and i'm sitting here blogging. Gawd i'm ashamed of myself! No wait- but at least i studied.Wahahhas!&lt;br /&gt;Today was an ok day once again. Same old school, same old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;IRRITATING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;teachers, same old seat, same old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCOLDING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Music class was fun lar, quite actually. Some people were called to play untuned percussions in front of the class and i kept making jokes out of the percussions to entertain myself during boring music. So we kept laughing and Mrs Seet was so mad at us for coming in late before the class that she actually scolded us in an indirect way and kept maintaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EYE CONTACT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with me. So she's obviously scolding me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dumb way to scold your own students in fact, all teachers are the same i've noticed.&lt;br /&gt;For example MX who scolds Hannah Tay with eye contact indirectly, and Miss Yan who scolds Lynn Yeo with the same actions. I want to protest! Here's who get's picked during the subjects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MATHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually depends, but most of the time it's Lynn Yeo, Clara, Amanda, Anabelle Ophelia and Yixuan as far as i've noticed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, Yvonne, Narisha, Hannah, Danielle (sometimes), Cheekan aka Yeeching.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHINESE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, Hannah Tay, Yvonne, Danielle, Clara, Yeeching, Sway and Rachel Lau.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Unfairness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is the word alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115563318591024267?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115563318591024267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115563318591024267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115563318591024267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115563318591024267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/08/panic-panic-panic-panic-panic-panic.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115504772428165851</id><published>2006-08-08T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:55:33.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NATIONAL DAY O6'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I came to school, clad in a "i love Singapore" t-shirt with my pinafore on the outside. By the time my dad fetched me to school, i was already quite late, so everyone was like coming down from their classes to the parade square, and when i saw that everyone was coming down, i was thinking "Oh S**t, im late, IM LATE!! Aahh!" So i ran up as fast as i could and put my bag down, on the way up, i saw Kheng Wee and Clementine, so they waited for me and we went down together.&lt;br /&gt;In the parade square, we listened to the National Day message which was boring like hell, practically no one was listening. Ok correction. &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; one was listening. Poor Ms Tan, talk talk talk so long. After the talk, we cheered and clapped not because the talk was interesting and meaningful but because the &lt;strong&gt;TERROR&lt;/strong&gt; was&lt;strong&gt; OVER.&lt;/strong&gt;Wahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;After all those parade square stuffs, we went up to the corridor of the classes to do the RGPS wave. It wasn't fun at all, trust me. The wave kept on getting stuck at some classes. Sheesh &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I think the class(es) which screamed the loudest was my class and 6F. Our class had to start the wave as we were the furthest and so when i turned my head, I saw something very shocking. Very, very shocking. Mrs Seet was doing the kallang wave and she looked like a mad woman! LOLS. Ok anyway, if you want to see h ow she looks like, its here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/1600/blogiie%20pics%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/320/blogiie%20pics%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAS! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, sadly and surprisingly, the P1's actually knew how to do the wave! They even did it better than the p2's. The p2's were like rabbits but the p1's did it perfectly well. Wow, sure i'm impressed. Sadly, beacuse we couldn't watch them "pray" to us anymore. Last year, the p1's "prayed". lols. So we sang the national day songs, and after each song, me, Lynn, Danielle and Vi will scream like hell, it was a competition la! So we keep on screaming into each others ears, meanwhile, little Narisha hops along and joins us with the ear-bursting. Our class tried swaying to the music but sadly, the 6F chinese teacher was in between us so it was interrupted. Oh well, so much for the last year of celebrating National Day in RGPS ;( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the songs, we took class pictures with different cameras! I can't put the photo today, the uploader got some problem. Curse the uploader/ computer. We all posed and stuff. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, we went back to the class, we drew lots to decide which colour of the free pencilbox can get. Actually, i had brown. Then i turned to Abi and asked her whether i could exchange it for a blue one. Without hesitation she said "yes" awww, how sweet. We took dumb photos after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okks &lt;strong&gt;GRR&lt;/strong&gt;, my uploader got problem! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115504772428165851?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115504772428165851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115504772428165851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115504772428165851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115504772428165851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day-o6-i-came-to-school-clad.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115496605314601969</id><published>2006-08-07T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:56:18.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ellos XD. Today was a really boring day in school, as usual. After school, we all "project runaway", as Ma lao Shi calls it, to Debbie's house. So we all run ah run, chiiiioonng!&lt;br /&gt;Timetable:&lt;br /&gt;1st: Ran from school to provision shop near Deb's house&lt;br /&gt;2nd: bought all the craps, e.g. cup noodles, drinks and ran to Deb's house&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Rushed in to Deb's house, ignored Sam and fill cup noodles with hot water&lt;br /&gt;4th: ME snatch Rachel's seat. (OK i didn't actually KNOW who's seat it was ok?! I just sat.)&lt;br /&gt;5th: Rachel comes to me all frustrated, shouting " aliiikkk!!! &gt;=(" So share seat with her&lt;br /&gt;6th: Deb tells me that i cannot even spill a drop of soup on the table or she will box me&lt;br /&gt;7th: Eat.&lt;br /&gt;8th: Finish eating, throw away rubbish, ruffle sam's fur awhile, run off&lt;br /&gt;9th: Run like hell back to school&lt;br /&gt;10th: See Mr Ho scolding some girls for running away from school outside school&lt;br /&gt;11th: Panicked and ran for our lives&lt;br /&gt;12th: Reached school at 1.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MISSION &lt;em&gt;POSSIBLE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And Ma Lao Shi didn't even know. WAHAHAHHAAS XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY ND CELEBRATIONS! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to enjoy seeing the p1/p2's pray to us. The Kallang wave!!! Woots!&lt;br /&gt;And the "GONG!" at the end of the wave. Weeees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115496605314601969?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115496605314601969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115496605314601969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115496605314601969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115496605314601969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-share-seat-with-her-6th-deb-tells.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115486756744790893</id><published>2006-08-06T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:57:01.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This week, teachers give us a &lt;strong&gt;blardy lot &lt;/strong&gt;homework la! So irritating &gt;=( Just one day only mar, what's the big difference? I want to protest man! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was a dumb day. I'm supposed to get new shoes now but where are they? Nowhere but in shops. Who wants to see my shoes?! They are all blackish and ragged-ish because play too much under the sun. "&lt;em&gt;we're walking on sunshine.. oh.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Stupid dumb M1 commercial song thingy.&lt;strong&gt;LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;Suddenly popped into my mind ok? Not that i actually like it. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, i was doing my homework in the room, and my dad thought i was playing computer because it was right next to me and he started blaming me for not finishing my homework and all. Sheesh! &gt;:( Who ask teacher give so much homework? Not my problem right...&lt;br /&gt;So now im sitting in my empty house, it's only me and my stuff toys, blogging and doing my homework while my sis, dad &amp;amp; mum are out at my grandma's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT IS SO UNFAIRRRRR!!!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I'll be taking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; camera on Monday, to take pictures of&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; SOME&lt;/span&gt; lamo's. LOL. No offence! XD. Ahhhh! How come i still feel like eating tomyam flavour cup noodles? Waaaa. Nowadays i get cravings for food. It just strikes like" ZAP!" And there you have it, i'll be craving for food e.g. taiwan xiang chang!( taiwanese sausage), tomyam flavour cup noodles( oh the heavenly HEAVENLY food...*drool*, BBQ chicken wings, chicken rice..Yep, im the weirdest girl on earth. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;[No wait! Maybe not as weird as Rachel Lau but still weird XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&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/31538007-115486756744790893?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115486756744790893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115486756744790893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115486756744790893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115486756744790893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-week-teachers-give-us-blardy-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115459920596304910</id><published>2006-08-03T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T03:04:00.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blinkiebitch.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="BlinkieBitch.Com - Cutest, Hottest Free Blinkies! - Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/8038/blinkiebitch7f398f2a030c1a79047a536f12961e4axu9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hellos. Let me rave about school once again.&lt;br /&gt;Today during art, we were supposed to have 5 people in a group and we had to choose one person to be the model for some recycling thingy. It means that the "model" is supposed to wear some recyclable stuff on her body and was supposed to present to the class. I grouped with Debbie, Yeeching, RL &amp; Ruth. And guess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;got chosen as the model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like WTH?! I kept insisting that i didn't want to be the model and besides models are not short, which i am, but they insisted. &gt;:( Supposed to be Yeeching one leh! We took voting and of all people, i had all the votes. Darn &amp;amp; Sheesh. But the advantage to model for the recycling thing is that I don't need to kill my brain cells thinking of ideas! Wahahahas XD. So while they were there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KILLING THEIR BRAIN CELLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, i took a stroll around the class to poke around. haha. And i heard them say they wanted to dress me up in garbage bags. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After art, we had to go to the hall to watch this stupid Discovery Centre play blah blah, and it was so "interestingly captivating" that i went " Wow. This is so nice. I thank the principal for allowing them to perform in our school." Now you know how well the play went, huh. dorts. So during the play i was yabbering all the way, laughing at the guy who dressed up as a housewife and the angmoh guy who i told sway that he was her boyfriend just to entertain myself, watching her reaction. lols. Im craving for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TOMYAM FLAVOUR CUP NOODLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to stop this craving for food during classes. Class just makes me hungry i've found out nowadays. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115459920596304910?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115459920596304910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115459920596304910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115459920596304910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115459920596304910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hellos.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115452933567788057</id><published>2006-08-02T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:01:52.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/1600/4ECLASS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/320/4ECLASS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OMG! I just happened to find this picture when i accidentally stumbled upon Debbie's old blogg! Everyone looks shoo cute!! Ahhh! XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Harlo. Today, Ma Lao Shi was so damn showoff, she was like," Ni zhi dao wo zai xiao xue shi ban shang mei nian dou shi qian san ming?" (translation: Did you know that during my primary school i was always the top 3 in class for my exams?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tell me she's showoff. Theres lots more that she said but i don't bother to type it out lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ms Yan didn't come today and the whole class was like crazy. Especially me. Hehe. XD i was playing with Narisha and i told her that she was my slave and she replied "ok" How lame is that?! So we were chasing each other all around the class and suddenly, Bernice came up to me and pinched me because i told her that i will put her picture in my blog when i didn't even HAVE her picture. So i got pinched so hard for nothing! Waaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After school, the class played Murderer &amp; Detective outside the classroom. I was like the so-called "host" and stupid Rachel Lau and Debbie took this opportunity to take pictures of me while i wasn't looking. Im going to take my revenge wahahahas. XD. And we kept restarting the game because the "tappers", people who were supposed tap the heads kept tapping wrongly and in the end, we only had time to play like 4 games?!. dort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mrs Seet told us about the CIP fair thing and almost 1/4 of the class raised up their hands for photographer. Including RL. But i think that she should be newsletter editor instead cos' she write so good. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANYWAY,WATCH OUT RL &amp;amp; DEBBIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just some words of warning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S. Yeeching, want to take revenge with me? Rachel took a very very very very very very dumb picture of you without you knowing and it's on her blog. NOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115452933567788057?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115452933567788057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115452933567788057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115452933567788057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115452933567788057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg-i-just-happened-to-find-this.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115443735223889863</id><published>2006-08-01T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T06:18:04.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today went to lynn yeo's house after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Her darling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PUPIE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is totally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RETARDED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;man. Me and sway just go in than that **($%#%$!! Pupie keep jumping on me and sway like hell. WTH. Crazy dood. Anyway, so we did our homework, which was maths and it was so L-O-N-G. I couldn't take the "boringness" so i decided to leave the last two questions blank so that i could save myself from dying.&lt;br /&gt;After the project and our work was done, Lynn showed me, sway and yvonne what was Sims.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's sick and i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dont Want To Describe How It Is Like Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH SAM IS SOO CUTE!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In case you are wondering who's Sam, its deborah's doggie. A miniature schnauzer. Did i spell it correctly? Dorts. The day before i went to Lynn's house, i went to Debbie's house where the two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEARTLESS CREATURES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, *ahem* Rachel Lau and Deborah Tang aka Darksmokez and Fudgie respectively, took pictures of me while i was eating! Walaoeh. People want to eat in peace you know &gt;:( After eating yummy instant noodles ( tomyam flav) we watched a lil' bit of tv. We wanted to watch Rollie Ollie Pollie but then Debbie didn't subscribe to that channel which was playhouse disney. LOLS. Then after that, me and Yvonne so called "tortured" Sam. We go chase him all around the house and lock him out. Ok now who are the heartless creatures? Hehe. Tingwei showed us this clip don't know what it is but i remembered that it was called Ray. It was damn sick la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Ray guy kept going around killing people and blasting off their brains just to save&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A GIRL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ALL IN FAVOUR OF JOHNNY DEPP SAY "ME!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;response: [dustballs flying past and crickets chirping, a pin dropping on the floor can be heard.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115443735223889863?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115443735223889863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115443735223889863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115443735223889863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115443735223889863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-went-to-lynn-yeos-house-after.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115415474956771812</id><published>2006-07-29T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:58:39.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/1600/blogiie%20pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.ba/slike/10702.205606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.blogger.ba/slike/10702.205606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.ba/slike/10702.205606.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/1600/blogiie%20pics%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/320/blogiie%20pics%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/1600/blogiie%20pics%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zhe Ting and Rachel, the two girls that i sit next to and always pester them for the time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FERNANDO TORRES- CRAZY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, want to tell u all something dumb. During listening compre, there was this passage and it was like the girl ask "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;" what she wanted to eat and a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GUY&lt;/span&gt; replied " Oh maybe im going to take the fried locusts" and the girl was like " Yuck!" and "Joy" apparently, replied " They are not so bad they just taste like salted fish." I mean JOY? a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GUY&lt;/span&gt;? It was so clearly a guy's voice ok. And i was like giggling and i think ma lao shi or some other teacher was staring at me. Lols. My posting are so crappy.And anyway, i grew 2 cm!!! whees! Big accomplishment ok, don't laugh. DONT LAUGH. I know you are laughing. 2cm from last term is big accomplishment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Vivian haven't grow any cm no nothing. Yiippee! Im not officially not the shortest in class! And RL is so crazy over her collage, wad a mad cow. COW. dort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fernando-crazeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115415474956771812?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115415474956771812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115415474956771812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115415474956771812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115415474956771812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/07/zhe-ting-and-rachel-two-girls-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115407135741381991</id><published>2006-07-28T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:06:32.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://guti14.com/torres/gallery/misc/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://guti14.com/torres/gallery/misc/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y20/Casillasn1/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y20/Casillasn1/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/1600/blogiie%20pics%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/320/blogiie%20pics%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/1600/blogiie%20pics%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello all. To start of this blog, lets have some PICS! Yay! we all LOVE pics don't we? lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And here we have miss Wu Ts Wei frantically running away from the evils of the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol. She looks FUNNY indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FERNANDO TORRES! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enough pics ? Good. Well, today we had to do our work in the AVA room because the tables on our class were "robbed away" for listening compre. exam. Got air-con leh shiok man! XD. And then i was all making fun of Yeeching then that&amp;$$#*^$*!! Ms Yan scolded us like hell. wtf lar. Talk also cannot. Blearrghh. And then sway was reading her dumb anime book so bookworm-like until she forgot to copy all the notes that Mrs Seet dictated to us. Dumb man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;During reccess, we were playing basketball THEN this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;old hack &lt;/span&gt;teacher (*^&amp;amp;* her), came over and told us to shoo off as she needed the court for her P.E. lesson. But we din care and she came again and this time she asked us to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; OUR BUTTS&lt;/span&gt;. The actual thing she said. yes. So we were like cursing her and talking about her freaking disgusting appearance. She so bossy lor people come first then go ask them to move their butts. Go and die la old woman. Hack her to death, curse her man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115407135741381991?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115407135741381991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115407135741381991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115407135741381991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115407135741381991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115398807439818439</id><published>2006-07-27T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:14:34.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/1600/blogiie%20pics%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/320/blogiie%20pics%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And PRETTY miss lynn yeo is posing for us. She only agreed to pose after i told her that MAYBE JOHNNY DEPP was going to come across my blog lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/1600/blogiie%20pics%20004.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/320/blogiie%20pics%20004.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITS FERNANDO TORRES AHHHHH! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I'm so happy. Can you feel my happiness? Wow. You actually can. woww.&lt;br /&gt;Later got tuition ah, must write compo, siann arr! I think i die now better i rather not go for tuition waa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something seems very wrong with the image uploader. Grrrr &gt;:( . &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aaah. I feel like eating eice-cream. Some jap brand the ice-cream looked damn soft and yummy and and... sweet..mmm.. lols. *cough cough* dort. I don't care im going to try uploading the pics again. Its taking such a long long long time. Dort man. My sis is talking so loudly i just feel like bashing her up as usual. Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115398807439818439?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115398807439818439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115398807439818439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115398807439818439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115398807439818439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-pretty-miss-lynn-yeo-is-posing-for.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115392723645156324</id><published>2006-07-26T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T08:25:09.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hi all! XD Ok the day was ok ok lar... better than usual you know why?! BECAUSE- because there was no homework. There i said it. lols. But the say sucked a lil' bit because i had 2 tuitions in a row that lasted for 2 hours each! And i actually managed to survive. Wow. Fascinating. Extraordinary. Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Put aside the rubbish, today my class and I played a gigantic "electricity" game. You know the passing passing thing? Yep. Out of 40 people, around 37 was playing? And it was DAMN fun! LOL. We were supposed to wait outide the dental clinic for out form teacher, Mrs Seet to come fetch us to go for science supp. class, and we were just rawting there, so to kill time, the whole class played the game. lols, lame but fun ok?! I love the class being so united and all, makes me not want to graduate. Waaa.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; WAAAA!! ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; 6eo6' will be with me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok i just wanted to try to put pics in this blog to liven it up, so heres the class photo! ;D Don't mind if its blur? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/1600/alicia%20kho%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2677/3420/320/alicia%20kho%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me is on the first row and the very right. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. Mianbao, guess wheres fudgie &amp;amp; darksmokez? Hint: darksmokez aka RL is on second row, fudgie also. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6eo5' &lt;3&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The guy in the middle is NOT our teacher lols. He's just the replacement, when Mrs Soh, our teacher was not here on photo-taking day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115392723645156324?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115392723645156324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115392723645156324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115392723645156324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115392723645156324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi-all-xd-ok-day-was-ok-ok-lar.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115381400226633237</id><published>2006-07-25T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T03:44:13.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im in a particularly bad mood today. Want to know the stinkin' reason why? BECAUSE I WAS DOING MY MARINE BIOLIGIST PROJECT IN THE COMPUTER ROOM AND 3/4 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FARKIN BLARDY&lt;/span&gt; P3'S GO REPORT THAT I WAS PLAYING COMPUTER GAMES. How lame is that right? And so, the librarian came in and asked why i was "playing computer games" and i was like " i didn't play!!" Stupid ass librarian said" So you are telling me that these p3 girls are lying?!" &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Of course they are la! Just beacuse they have pathetic faces with pathetic eyes doesn't make then right all the time! &gt;:( GRRRRR! stupid bias librarian, down with the librarian &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; the p3's. *Curses them once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WT WTF WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,back to the day.&lt;br /&gt;Today was not a really "good" day. As usual i was pestering Zheting and Rachel for the time, and i kept saying walao and i kept making the teacher angry and i kept throwing rubbish from my seat into the rubbish bin like basketball.LOL. Bad but typical, any typical day for me. So,Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homework:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. maths semestral assesment 2 (maths AGAIN)&lt;br /&gt;2.learn how to shut up in class ( its going to be in my homework list FOREVER) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I still have to take revenge on those p3 fools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31538007-115381400226633237?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115381400226633237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115381400226633237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115381400226633237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115381400226633237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-in-particularly-bad-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31538007.post-115374715962662907</id><published>2006-07-24T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T06:19:19.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wheeeeeeees. XD Ok im so happy because i feel so ACOMPLISHED. I took like 1-2 hours scouting for the perfect skin and after my efforts, i found i cute lil' boy stuck in a glass full of folded stars. LOL. Ok im starting to crap again. Back to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Homework today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1.xi zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2.learn ting xie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3.2 supp. maths papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;4.overdue;undone maths 4.1,4.2,4.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5.learn to shut up during class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, it seems very little but to me, its ALOT. Damn those teachers, nothing better to do especially that Ms Yan lor. Everyday MUST have homework one, or else she will die. Walao eh, life's really not fair man. Gawd. Its already like 9 plus and i haven't started &lt;em&gt;ANY&lt;/em&gt; of the hmwrk. dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Self reminder: Learn to shut up in class. Or TRY to shut up in class.&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;color:#ffffff;"&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;color:#ffffff;"&gt;seems like mission impossible.&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;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/31538007-115374715962662907?l=tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/feeds/115374715962662907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31538007&amp;postID=115374715962662907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115374715962662907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31538007/posts/default/115374715962662907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tradgedicmemories-.blogspot.com/2006/07/wheeeeeeees.html' title=''/><author><name>rebel4acause</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03432169736925500954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
