<?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-18529113</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:03:26.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RACHEL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-116165337168941947</id><published>2006-10-24T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T09:31:06.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT TO KILL BLOGGERRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to post since like two weeks ago, and it is most likely this post wont get through either. Dammit! Anyway, went to Kuantan on Saturday. 6 hours journey. PUKEEEE! HEADACHEEEE! Almost died. SNIFF. Nah, Im still alive. Memorial service on Saturday, Church on Sunday, had lunch at some seafood restaurant, saw some obnoxious, retarded, sadistic, without-a-shirt boy and wanted to smack him &lt;em&gt;(because of what my cousins said. BLEARGHH! KILLLLL! ) &lt;/em&gt;, anyway then went to watch my cousins bowl in the afternoon, went to eat dinner at another seafood restaurant. Then Monday, yesterday, went to the beach and flew a kite then &lt;strong&gt;HEADED BACK TO SINGAPORE! &lt;/strong&gt;I love Singapore so much, well, compared to some other places. Although there is no haze in Kuantan. Oh wells, Singapore is getting much better anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, bathed, went to dover to have dinner with like 19 other peoples. &lt;em&gt;( The stall owners were very happy)&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, going ice-skating with uh. approx. 12 cousins excluding my sisters and I. Over $130. GAH! Oh wells, as long as I dont pay for it. Muahahaa. Then later we are going to the arcade! Play baby game! YAYYYY! Oh yeah, because of eediotic blogger, I didnt post about that. SHEEESH. Oh wells. If this post doesnt get through, IM GOING TO SUE BLOGGERRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-116165337168941947?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/116165337168941947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=116165337168941947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/116165337168941947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/116165337168941947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-to-kill-bloggerrr-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-116046171452579422</id><published>2006-10-10T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:31:58.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE IS OVERRRRRRRRR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:25;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont you feel as happy as I am today? WHEEE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Official announcement:&lt;/strong&gt; EXAMS ARE&lt;strong&gt; OVER&lt;/strong&gt; AND I AM GOING CRAZY OVER WARHEADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, seriously warheads are so sour and nice! :D And my sister is retarded. She just called me from her room with her hp and &lt;strong&gt;IM AT HOME.&lt;/strong&gt; Sheesh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also officially announce &lt;strong&gt;I MISS EVERYBODY  FROM HABBO! &lt;/strong&gt;Oh, and of course you too computer! *hug*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay so exams are oveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer! Review of our exams :D ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 -------------5-------------10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easy           Okay          HARD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English -&lt;/strong&gt; 5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths -&lt;/strong&gt; 2/10 x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Norm Chinese -&lt;/strong&gt; 5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt; - 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Higher Chinese&lt;/strong&gt; - 5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah! No hope for science. :) ANYHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS EXAMS ARE OVEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRR! Back to until-midnight computer times! Back to watching tv! Back back back! x) I thought I'd have a lot of things to write, I do actually, but I just forgot like, erm, all of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okayyyyyyy. I have two haters in blogskins! LOL. I was never sociable or anything ANYWAYS. Anti-chronicles! How sweet. :) Got someone named after me. Got &lt;em&gt;comment &lt;/em&gt;on my tagboard, and I banned both for two months. Peace-maker :) Oh wells. All for now for this short post, until I suddenly have a brainwave and start remembering what happened. Anyone kind enough to enlight me on whats been happening? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-116046171452579422?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/116046171452579422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=116046171452579422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/116046171452579422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/116046171452579422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/10/psle-is-overrrrrrrrr.html' title='PSLE IS OVERRRRRRRRR!'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-116030803874630381</id><published>2006-10-08T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T19:47:18.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Drift</title><content type='html'>RANDOM NOTE BEFORE I GO ROT FOR SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the song to Tokyo Drift :) Er. Yup. Fail for PSLE! Ends in two days. Die! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-116030803874630381?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/116030803874630381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=116030803874630381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/116030803874630381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/116030803874630381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/10/tokyo-drift.html' title='Tokyo Drift'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115893547672633148</id><published>2006-09-22T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:32:23.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/????????????.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yay. I just screamed at my sisters. Serve them right for always not listening. ANYWAY, zhuo ni de pi, translation, catch your fart, translation : zhuo ( john ) ni (ny) de (de) pi (ppy?! ) . Okay so its Johnny Depp's chinese name. HAAAAAAAHAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooooooooos, had to stay back to do a trial exam for maths. -__- damn tough?! there was so space to stretch. *SNIFF* I knew today would be a bad day! I already &lt;em&gt;woke up &lt;/em&gt;feeling bad. GAH. Then the maths paper ended about 4. I, unlike deb, who just has to walk home for &lt;em&gt;five eeny weeny minutes, &lt;/em&gt;had to take bus AND I had to wait about 45 mins?! Earlier before my bus came after &lt;em&gt;forty five minutes &lt;/em&gt;, there was another 156 that came. BUT, an old lady was also taking and we both &lt;strong&gt;FLAGGED, &lt;/strong&gt;nice and clear. &lt;strong&gt;HMPHS. &lt;/strong&gt;BUT THAT BUS DRIVER JUST PRETEND NEVER SEE US AND DRIVE PAST LEH! Im going to sue that guy one day. !?#?$?%?!? . Oh, there was another woman at the bus-stop too, she was waiting for 156 too ( judging by the fact that she was always looking out for red and purple buses. she sat at the inner side and the trees blocked her so everytime she saw some red and purple thing she stood up quickly to go check what bus it is. HAHAHA. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she was also waiting for like forever, then after about 35 mins or so, she got so fan2 and took 74 to .. &lt;em&gt;a few bus stops away. &lt;/em&gt;HHAAHA. I know because when 156 &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;came, a few bus stops away she boarded the bus. WAHAHHA. and she gave me a look. pfffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, some guy was fixing the kitchen thing that exploded yesterday. then the estimated cost was about 40 bucks? then it came up to 178.50. THEN MY DAD WAS ON THE PHONE ASK QUESTIONS HERE AND THERE! I swear I wont pick up the phone ever again. I DONT KNOW STILL WANT TO ASK ME FOR WHAT?! Was so annoyed I dropped the phone ( ITS NOT CORDLESS (: ) and let someone else talk. Sheesh. Poor guy. He had to pay later for damaging one of the burners. Guess he was really upset. Cos the price went down to 42 bucks. And he got a cut. Man, our family is evil. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go do my work? :l wahhhhhhhhhhh. two chinese mock papers. )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115893547672633148?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115893547672633148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115893547672633148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115893547672633148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115893547672633148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/gah.html' title='gah.'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115883006287757170</id><published>2006-09-21T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T17:15:12.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE is like coming? No posts &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-runs off- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry la?! I havent updated in a thousand years. * SNIFF * Nothing much happened really, because even if something &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; happen, I wouldnt remember would I? Oh! I remember! I wrote a story about Lynn, the infamous JD and for no reason, William Hung. ANYWAY, hey. Wait a minute. I just checked my last post. Sept 16. -__- &lt;strong&gt;THATS NOT TOO LONG AGO?!&lt;/strong&gt; -__- Okay, it seemed like &lt;em&gt;eternity. &lt;/em&gt;*SNIFF* Probably because I havent used the computer in a &lt;em&gt;loooooooonggg &lt;/em&gt;time! Anyway, some notes for you guys which I have been wanting to say. -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st: &lt;/strong&gt;When I put myself as &lt;strong&gt;'away' &lt;/strong&gt;on MSN, why do you guys keep talking to me when Im away?! Seriously, its either I'm went away somewhere for a while or &lt;em&gt;someone else is using the computer. &lt;/em&gt;So beware. Honestly, why dont you guys just believe the innocent 'Away' sign?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd: &lt;/strong&gt;This skin's image is 1024x768. So if you proudly have some new computer with WIDESCREEN, there will be a white space at the bottom because &lt;strong&gt;TOO BAD, YOUR SCREEN IS TOO BIG. &lt;/strong&gt;Ahem. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd: &lt;/strong&gt;Don't you just love my blog song? ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the last one was unintentional. But its &lt;strong&gt;JUST SO NICEEE RIGHT?&lt;/strong&gt; ((: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Reminds me. I just recorded myself playing untitled. But it sounds so corrupted in the recording. Its so DIFFERENT from what Im playing lar. Its like all the notes are played staccato. -__- But will just post anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Untitled. Do mind it does sound staccato-ish.';return true" href="http://h1.ripway.com/darksmokez/Untitled.wav" target="none"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eek. Sounds so staccato-ish. The recorder max was like 60 secs. And I know it sucks. My playing I mean. x(( Anyways, *pats my own head* I go do my work now ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115883006287757170?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115883006287757170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115883006287757170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115883006287757170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115883006287757170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/psle-is-like-coming-no-posts.html' title='PSLE is like coming? No posts &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115841637428987616</id><published>2006-09-16T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:27:13.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIANBAO ((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:220%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIANBAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh. And Mr. Lee Kuan Yew too. I totally forgot! Ahhh! -runs off- &lt;em&gt;adapted from mianbao. &lt;/em&gt;I mean, aren't they supposed to be doing something &lt;strong&gt;GRAND &lt;/strong&gt;and shouldn't it be &lt;strong&gt;ALL OVER THE NEWS?!&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe because its so quiet today thats why I forgot :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MIANBAO :D. &lt;/strong&gt;I happened to visit her blog and her countdown was over. :l Eeek! * passes a present * LALALA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to Suntec today! Carrefour was so &lt;em&gt;darn empty.&lt;/em&gt; HAH! &lt;em&gt;(The following &lt;u&gt;might&lt;/u&gt; be a &lt;strong&gt;little &lt;/strong&gt;confusing. ) &lt;/em&gt;It was reported in the newspaper that Suntec City was some ghost town or something because of the IMF World Banking thing lah. Then my mom go say we should go to Suntec because its &lt;em&gt;not crowded mah. &lt;/em&gt;Then my sister said, but everybody think its not crowded, then they will go to Suntec what! So the conclusion was that everybody think that Suntec is not crowded, but they think everyone else also thinks it is not crowded and will go to Suntec, &lt;strong&gt;THEN &lt;/strong&gt;Suntec will be crowded!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind if you supposedly dont understand that because I, being a blur person, does not understand what I just wrote either. ANYWAY, so after everybody thinks that Suntec will be crowded &lt;em&gt;(last line in the previous paragraph) &lt;/em&gt;, then we went lah. The only road in was AYE or something, and there were a lot of cars. Then my mom said, eh. dont go lar. See so many people go then will be crowded mah. &lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt; my sister said, then everybody think that then they go home, then suntec wont be crowded anymore mah! ....... &lt;strong&gt;AND THE CYCLE GOES ON. &lt;/strong&gt;If Im going to keep writing about that. I'll fill up the whole page. Anyway, we couldnt conclude whether it will be &lt;strong&gt;CROWDED OR NOT &lt;/strong&gt;so just went &lt;em&gt;anyway.&lt;/em&gt; And it wasnt crowded! HAHHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still havent even &lt;em&gt;started&lt;/em&gt; on Chi Mock paper. :l Oh. I realise I talk about homework in the second last/ last paragraphs. O.O So here I go again. Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115841637428987616?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115841637428987616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115841637428987616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115841637428987616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115841637428987616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-mianbao.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIANBAO ((:'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115821498827547726</id><published>2006-09-14T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T14:25:11.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL EXERCISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL EXERCISE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Holding up our hands while every person in class including Ms. Yan counts to 5 one by one and lifting upone of our legs at a time at 90 degrees for 2 and a half minutes is called &lt;strong&gt;EXCERCISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, we just learnt that today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apparently, we insisted on having P.E instead of Maths lesson and we said &lt;em&gt;we needed exercise.&lt;/em&gt; So &lt;u&gt;exercise&lt;/u&gt; was what we got. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Started off &lt;em&gt;normal, &lt;/em&gt;doing warm-ups. Then comes the stressing part. &lt;em&gt;The twinkle game. &lt;/em&gt;Holding up, side, in front our hands, while &lt;u&gt;EVERY SINGLE PERSON&lt;/u&gt; in class counts from 1 to 5. &lt;u&gt;AND&lt;/u&gt; the last counter was, &lt;em&gt;Miss Yan. &lt;/em&gt;SHE COUNTED SO SLOW. And she was like, "xxx PUT DOWN HER HAND! START FROM 1 AGAIN! " or "xxx HAND NOT STRAIGHT! START AGAIN!" So must &lt;em&gt;hold for so long. :l &lt;/em&gt;I STILL DONT REGRET CHOOSING P.E. Hohohoho. &lt;strong&gt;WHO WOULD WANT TO GO THROUGH MATHS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyhoos, after that &lt;em&gt;stressing&lt;/em&gt; but what she calls &lt;em&gt;exercise &lt;/em&gt;exercise, we had yet another what she calls &lt;em&gt;exercise &lt;/em&gt;exercise. Okay, being lame here. HOO! We had to balance on one leg, with the other leg up in 90 degrees, for &lt;em&gt;more than one minute. &lt;/em&gt;She was like, "You just have to lock your leg. Then you wont fall." Then when she started the time, she also did it, and she began &lt;em&gt;hopping around. &lt;/em&gt;So much for &lt;u&gt;locking legs&lt;/u&gt;. We did it twice. The first time I was &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; stable, but not that stable. Then the second time, I saw LiTing hopping around.&lt;em&gt; I started laughing&lt;/em&gt; and lost my balance and &lt;em&gt;hopped around &lt;/em&gt;too&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But, didnt fall down ((: When time was &lt;em&gt;up finally&lt;/em&gt;, I put down my leg and I could feel like the top part was &lt;em&gt;on fire&lt;/em&gt;. Ahh, so aching?! Whoooooosh&lt;em&gt;. We havent had &lt;u&gt;exercise&lt;/u&gt; in a long time.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyhoos again, the last SO CALLED EXERCISE WAS RIDICULOUS. AND I MEAN &lt;u&gt;RIDICULOUS.&lt;/u&gt; I dont even think its an EXERCISE. Sheesh. We were supposed to &lt;em&gt;massage &lt;/em&gt;the person in front of us. HOW RIDICULOUS IS THAT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pfffffffft. Got two Maths mockpapers and a Chinese one x( OH SHOOT. And PSLE Listening is tomorrow. Talk about preparing for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115821498827547726?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115821498827547726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115821498827547726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115821498827547726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115821498827547726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-thats-what-you-call-exercise.html' title='SO THAT&apos;S WHAT YOU CALL EXERCISE'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115813921406098540</id><published>2006-09-13T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T14:09:41.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>好心没好报</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/tsk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, I'm not quoting some chinese stuff. Its TRUEEEEEEE!. :ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and this is how it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AS WE GO ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WE REMEMBER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ALLLLL THE TIMES WEEEEE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAD TOGETHHHERR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oops. Sorry. Um. Right. and this is how it went: &lt;em&gt;seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was so kind to lend Ruth my spelling list! I was so kind to try to teach her Chinese! Then she goes and says Im childish when I'm trying to ignore her &lt;em&gt;childish &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;arrogant&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;lame ( deb, I dont care if I use this word. ) &lt;/em&gt;words HERSELF. Hmphs. Then I go to class. &lt;em&gt;Find I have an overdue book. &lt;/em&gt;I didnt remember not returning any book. And &lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT BOOK THAT WAS? &lt;/strong&gt;It was, out of my great &lt;em&gt;KINDNESS &lt;/em&gt;, the book I let Ruth use my account to borrow last time. NOW I , ME, MYSELF. YES ME. SUPPOSEDLY HAVE AN OVERDUE BOOK. AND IF RUTH DOESNT BRING THE BOOK TOMORROW WHICH I BET SHE WILL, THE LIBRARIAN AND MRS. SEET IS GOING TO HANTAM ME. AND I BET RUTH ALREADY LOST THE BOOK. SO SPITTTTTTTT TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I really hope Ruth sees this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RUTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHILDISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IMMATURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PERSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'VE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With the exception of &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then comes Alik! When recess ended, she ran off to the canteen, &lt;em&gt;leaving her handphone behind.&lt;/em&gt; I, &lt;strong&gt;OUT OF GREAT KINDESS, &lt;/strong&gt;went to take her phone. Then when we went to the hall for the Listening Lecture thingy, and when the lecture ended, I and deb went to return the phone. &lt;em&gt;And Alik says I stole it. &lt;/em&gt;UH HUH. SERIOUSLY! &lt;strong&gt;好心没好报! &lt;/strong&gt;Oh wells. She said &lt;em&gt;Thank you &lt;/em&gt;in the end anyways. No wonder Im always so cold-hearted, and when I am, I at least get a &lt;em&gt;better &lt;/em&gt;situation? I'M NEVER GOING TO BE GOOD AGAIN. BLAME IT ON RUTH. Poof.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M GOING TO CONTINUE BEING COLD-HEARTED PEOPLE &gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This post was meant to be posted yesterday. Mum came home early :l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115813921406098540?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115813921406098540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115813921406098540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115813921406098540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115813921406098540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_13.html' title='好心没好报'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115805439749363977</id><published>2006-09-12T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:46:37.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad push car! =O</title><content type='html'>I was playing &lt;em&gt;untitled. &lt;/em&gt;My sister turned on the television. Volume 24. I tut at her. She says, "Tut what tut?". She continues watching television. I play my piece loudly. Lifts the soft paddle. Press on the notes hard. She increases volume and sings along to the song. I finish up the song and leave and use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my fingers are red. SOBB ): So evil sister. Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. My dad came back from Malaysia on Sunday, AND, he had to push the car! =O Because he run out of patrol. WE ALWAYS REMINDED YOU TO PUMP! But you always said, "No lar. Another 100km can wan." Heh. So yup. Learnt a lesson there you! But I still cant imagine it. He said he pushed for 1km (?!?!?!?!?!) and no one helped him. &gt;:( Evil people. My two cousins were supposed to go with him back to Singapore. But they decided to stay in Malaysia. SAD. Or else they could have helped. SAD. SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today took a survey about our school? Mine was a very depressing one (: Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE A NEW MATHS MOCK PAPER &lt;u&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/u&gt;. #_#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tiring leh?! Whoosh. Bad. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal came to our class today! &lt;em&gt;( The exclamation mark &lt;u&gt;does not&lt;/u&gt; express excitement or joy or any other form of happiness )&lt;/em&gt;  She talked about our scores and was actually sort of &lt;em&gt;impressed&lt;/em&gt; with our Chinese scores! Obviously, &lt;em&gt;our &lt;/em&gt;doesnt include &lt;strong&gt;ME.&lt;/strong&gt; Heh. Deb was saying she was so &lt;em&gt;depressed&lt;/em&gt; when she received her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRST&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;Band 2 in &lt;em&gt;Primary 5.&lt;/em&gt;  And I'm like. WHAT THE?!  Because. My first Band 2. Was in &lt;em&gt;Primary 1 &lt;/em&gt;and some more in &lt;em&gt;Semester 1. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FIRST SEMESTER I SPEND IN SCHOOL AND I ALREADY GET A BAND 2.&lt;/strong&gt; And Deb still complains she got a band 2 in Primary 5. * smashes nose * Anyhoos. My first Band 2 in &lt;em&gt;Primary 1 &lt;/em&gt;in &lt;em&gt;Semester 1&lt;/em&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;CHINESE&lt;/strong&gt;. That hints something doesnt it? I knew I was never good at Chinese at the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Our &lt;em&gt;Principal&lt;/em&gt;  said overall we did &lt;em&gt;quite well&lt;/em&gt; but we could &lt;em&gt;do better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T THEY LIKE, SAY THAT &lt;u&gt;EVERY YEAR?!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -__- Then she asks who is satifised with their marks. I mean, if you a 100, and you say you're satisfied, she will still go,"Not bad. But can improve."   100-&gt; improve -&gt; 100 -&gt; try best to improve -&gt; 100. Cannot get any better ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I think I better start on my homework before I get killed tomorrow. -runs off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Credits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;100, still can improve - deb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-runs off-  -mianbao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so kind. I actually &lt;em&gt;give credits.&lt;/em&gt; Whoosh. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115805439749363977?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115805439749363977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115805439749363977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115805439749363977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115805439749363977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/dad-push-car-o.html' title='Dad push car! =O'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115797519203961386</id><published>2006-09-11T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:46:32.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>911 {really}</title><content type='html'>To show I have a heart, and in memory of 911 and those who died ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/rachellaupeiwen/ONE1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/rachellaupeiwen/ONE2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/rachellaupeiwen/TWO1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/rachellaupeiwen/TWO2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/rachellaupeiwen/THREE1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/rachellaupeiwen/THREE2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/rachellaupeiwen/FOUR1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/rachellaupeiwen/FOUR2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/rachellaupeiwen/FIVE1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115797519203961386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115797519203961386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115797519203961386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/911-really.html' title='911 {really}'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115796980894545969</id><published>2006-09-11T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:16:49.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>911</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In memory of those who lost their lives during the '911' event in 2001, we shall have a one minute of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* crickets chirp in a distance * &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a needle drops of the floor *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* silent sniffs *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sound of the flag being raised *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* George W. Bush's wig falls off *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOOSH.&lt;/strong&gt; The last part was unintentional. Seriously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bleargh. It &lt;em&gt;rained&lt;/em&gt; today. Just when I was about to leave school ): Rushed with deb to her house to grab an umbrella! And walked all the way to the bus stop x( My back was &lt;strong&gt;ACHING&lt;/strong&gt;! ): My bag was &lt;strong&gt;HEAVVVVYYYYY!&lt;/strong&gt; zz. Organised my papers on the bus x( Thousands of papers! My file is so &lt;em&gt;fat &lt;/em&gt;now. Whoosh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got back report book? I cant use words to describe how .. &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; it is. Come see my score? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English Language&lt;/strong&gt; - 75/100&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt; - 81/100&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Higher Chinese&lt;/strong&gt; - 76/100&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathematics &lt;/strong&gt;- 92/100&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Science&lt;/strong&gt; - 81/100&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* SNIFFFFFFF * Heh. Actually it &lt;em&gt;looked &lt;/em&gt;like good scores BECAUSE it was -&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;English Language - 75 &lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese- 81/100&lt;strong&gt; (A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Higher Chinese - 76 /100 &lt;strong&gt;(ME)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mathematics - 92/100&lt;strong&gt; (A*)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Science - 81/100 &lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Art and Crafts &lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Health Education &lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Music &lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Physical Education &lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Social Studies - 87 &lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Civis and Moral Education &lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So. &lt;em&gt;Everything&lt;/em&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; except for Higher Chinese! Which was Merit. ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEH. So it &lt;em&gt;looked &lt;/em&gt;good. LOL! But my Total is like 329/400 ?!?!??! * faints * &lt;strong&gt;I DROPPED MY TOTAL SCORE BY EXACTLY 26.4 MARKS. &lt;/strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH! * FAINTS *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heh. If it was PSLE score. It would be about 240. SO LOW! x( Heh. But I still cant believe the overall percentage was 82.3% ?! Not bad ( for me ) leh. HEHEHE. But my mom going to kill me when she sees my marks? -___- She will &lt;em&gt;refuse to sign.&lt;/em&gt; Heh. Wait. My mom's not in Singapore. o.O Heh. Right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the report:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conduct:&lt;/strong&gt; VERY GOOD ( right.) I wonder what Alik's is. HEH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attendance: &lt;/strong&gt;94/94 ( Heh. Useless but just write anyways. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comments: &lt;/strong&gt;Rachel makes conscientious ( CHIM CHIM!) personal improvements to achieve better results, is a diligent and responsible pupil with leadership qualities, discharging her responsibilities her promptly and effectively. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Stares at the Comments *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH RIGHT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yar. Lynn's attendace was 93/93. &lt;strong&gt;NOW,&lt;/strong&gt; Where did that one day go? =O Anyhoos, about Lynn! Heh. Her comments had a grammatical error ( * Everybody in shocked state* ) MRS. SEET MADE A GRAMMATICAL ERROR! ( * Everyone throws up their hats in the air in celebration for her first mistake * ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right. OH OH! Juicy bits x) Me and deb wrote the &lt;em&gt;nicest &lt;/em&gt;story ever! ( &lt;em&gt;And it became a &lt;strong&gt;best seller&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ) To kindly entertain you all, I've decided to try and wreck my brains to remember the story and POST IT! x))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;______________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, Lynn received a letter which stated that she won a dinner date with Johnny Depp, Johnny Depp and .. no. Not Johnny Depp again. .. And with Paris Hilton. Lynn was so excited that she fainted when she read that she won a date with &lt;em&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/em&gt; and fainted before she read the part that &lt;strong&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/strong&gt; was also part of the dinner date.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So she took a plane to America but her luggage never came. She complained to the manager and the manager said that her luggage was stuck in some unknown island in Hawaii. &lt;em&gt;( Obviously Lynn couldnt do anything about that. WHOOPEE!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;S.R Nathan appeared running out of nowhere and jumps over the railing and jumps into the first floor of the airport, into a water fountain. However, the water fountain was shallow. He cracked his skull and Zoe Tay became the next President. Lynn's clothes were soaked as she was standing next to the fountain and the water splashed on her. She couldnt wear that so she had to go to the dinner in a hospital gown. She complained she didnt like it so the doctors gave her a bunch of garbage bags. Lynn said, "OH THIS IS PERFECT!" So she wore that to the dinner date.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Johnny Depp stares at how ugly she is. "You look so .." He said. Lynn cuts in, "&lt;strong&gt;GORGEOUS!&lt;/strong&gt; I KNOW! " Paris Hilton enters the restaurant in a stunning one million dollar gown. Johnny Depp looks at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Paris Hilton starts posing here and there as Johnny Depp stares at her. Lynn's face turns as green as Debbie's tie and she blurts out, "MARRY ME, JOHNNY!" as she takes out two circular shaped grass leafs and bows down on one knee before Johnny Depp. Paris Hilton is totally oblivious of what was happening and continues posing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Johnny Depp stares at Lynn horrifiedly and says as he runs off to Hugh Jackman, "HUGH DARLING! SHE PROPOSED TO ME!" Hugh Jackman , who turns out to be the restaurant's chef, stares at everyone in the restaurant, and shouted "WHO DARES TO TOUCH MY GIRLFRIEND!" Paris Hilton is still totally oblivious of what is happening, and continues posing. Lynn screams, "&lt;strong&gt;GIRLFRIEND?!&lt;/strong&gt; BUT YOU WERE OGLING AT PARIS HILTON!" "I wasn't!"Johnny Depp squeals in a girly voice. "I was trying to figure out how to get her nice curves!" Paris Hilton finally realises what is happening. Taking advantage of the quietness, she starts singing "Stars are blind" from her new album. When she finished, she took out a CD from her purse and shouts, "BUY MY CD! $50! THIS ONE WITH MY LIPSTICK ON IT!" as she kisses the cover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Johnny Depp and Hugh Jackman are on the floor twitching as they cover their ears. Suddenly, William Hung appears out of nowhere and begins singing "She Bangs". Johnny Depp and Hugh Jackman could not stand it. &lt;em&gt;( Note: The following about the brain was written by &lt;u&gt;Deborah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;not me. I know she has such &lt;strong&gt;imaginative&lt;/strong&gt; thinking. )&lt;/em&gt; Their brains exploded as little squishy pink stuff drop onto Lynn's garbage dress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lynn screams at Paris Hilton, "YOU SING SO WELL! IM YOUR NO.1 FANNNNN!" as they leave the restaurant together after Lynn shoved the little squishy pink stuff into her soup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All the characters in this story was completely made-up. If in any case should these characters happen to be like a real person, it is a mere coicidence, even if they look, act, and are the same. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Note: Absolutely &lt;strong&gt;NO HARM&lt;/strong&gt; should be done to the writer and co-writer. Thank You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lynn strangled me after that. Ahem. While I was pressing the book against the wall and writing the story, I turned around and deb was standing so close and reading what I was writing. &lt;strong&gt;I screamed.&lt;/strong&gt; HEH. Too bad for you. HAPPENED TWICE YOU @#?@?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyhoos. Stuffed with Maths homework. Will cram that tonight? WHOOSH x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115796980894545969?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115796980894545969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115796980894545969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115796980894545969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115796980894545969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/911.html' title='911'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115789798943563904</id><published>2006-09-10T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:19:50.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica Alba</title><content type='html'>I've never seen this side of Jessica Alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_vmV95-Cqlw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when she starts .. jamming? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEH. So I may be crazy to post a traffic image? BUT, this is PROOF that I can't see whether there's a jam coming back. OHOHOHO x) My dad called to ask me to check the jam on the internet, then I said I cant see because it was too bright so&lt;strong&gt; THERE YOU GO&lt;/strong&gt; :) Heh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deb! Finally watching parodys (-ies?) ! Im watching the MTV Movie Award's stuff. Then there was this Matrix one? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guy who &lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; created the Matrix world said, "I created the Matrix and several popular video games including Cuber (?!) and dickduck. I didnt create Frogger (?!)  but I came up with the name for it. Can you believe they wanted to call it Highway Crossing Frog (?!)? " Host: "That is &lt;strong&gt;so lame&lt;/strong&gt;!" Guy ( called Larry o.O ), "I know! Its the lamest thing I've ever heard of! Highway Crossing Frog!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Freaky Matrix Guy! : Why am I here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Host: Yea, why are we here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Larry: Is there an echo in here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Echo: Is there an echo in here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEHE. Ridiculous. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115789798943563904?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115789798943563904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115789798943563904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115789798943563904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115789798943563904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/jessica-alba.html' title='Jessica Alba'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115787447443343949</id><published>2006-09-10T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:47:54.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh.</title><content type='html'>Heh. My sis havent come out of her room yet. So just hopped around people's blogs and wennnnnt to get this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 52% Angry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howangryareyouquiz/angry-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you are not an angry person.&lt;br /&gt;But you're easily frustrated and enraged. You have one heck of a temper.&lt;br /&gt;And because of your anger, you tend to feel resentful and even spiteful.&lt;br /&gt;You already know how to quell your anger. You just need to do it more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOOSH.&lt;/strong&gt; I have a temper people. Watch out x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/deep-thinking.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with mastery as your goal.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Theology&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Foreign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEH. Yeah right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="COLOR: black;color:black;" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#a8ffb3;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;50% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;25% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;15% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;5% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Howdy partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 24 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                        &lt;strong&gt;WHOOSH.&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. This is lunatic. IM 24 YEARS OLD. Thank you for making me sound so old. WHOOOOOOOOOOSH. Crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Snarky Blogger!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/snarky-blogger.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a razor sharp wit that bloggers are secretly scared of.&lt;br /&gt;And that's why they read your posts as often as they can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heh. Who reads my posts? RUBBISH! x) So its practically useless to do this? HEHEHE. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115787447443343949?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115787447443343949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115787447443343949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115787447443343949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115787447443343949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/heh.html' title='Heh.'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115787264298080582</id><published>2006-09-10T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:17:23.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd SOTD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH! I got SOTD! * squeals *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOSH. * stares blankly at the page * WHOOSH. * SQUEALLLLLLLLLLLL *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOSH. WHOOOSH. WHOOSH. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos. Officially finished school homework on wednesday 12.04 pm. :) WHOOSH. Fastest ever. Normally finish when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays. My sis is going to chase my out if she sees my blogging. EEK! SOOOOO a short post then :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115787264298080582?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115787264298080582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115787264298080582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115787264298080582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115787264298080582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/2nd-sotd.html' title='2nd SOTD!'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115780877783108824</id><published>2006-09-09T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:32:58.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz!</title><content type='html'>Courtesy to Alik, who stole this from Ann, who stole it for dont know who. Courtesy to the maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I'm a lonely LONER (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you stay at home for a week?&lt;br /&gt;Yupp. Of course. Everything's at home. The SWEEEEET computer and television x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer, science or math?&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Maths lar. My science is like ?@#?@?@!#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like, cellphone or t.v?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Tough choice. I'd say t.v x) Can watch korean dramas. WHOOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flip flops or sneakers?&lt;br /&gt;Flip flops. definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes or villains?&lt;br /&gt;neither. VICTIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Tisdale or Vanessa Ann Hudgens?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, who? HEHEHE. Dont really know people x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum lover or guitar lover?&lt;br /&gt;Neitherrrrrr. Oh. I found my father playing 'Bah bah black sheep' on the guitar quite fascinating x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime or cartoons?&lt;br /&gt;Anime of course? TSUBASA! Hehe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be a singer?&lt;br /&gt;* crickets chirp * * needle drops on the floor * * deborah burps * Whoosh. The last part wasnt meant to be added in. To the question: AH-BER-NOO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which colour do you prefer on a dog's?&lt;br /&gt;Same answer as alik. Greyish-white. SAM &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat lover?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. But the cute mingming at my block x) So fat and cute. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to dance?&lt;br /&gt;Er, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get hurt, do you cry easily?&lt;br /&gt;You'll find out when I get hurt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love taking pictures of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;EH. NO! I not as zi lian as my SISTER. Half the photos in the files are of HER taking pictures standing in front of the MIRROR. Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City or country?&lt;br /&gt;City. I can't imagine seeing people milking cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans or skirts?&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a friend that seems to be boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Not really a friend. But yee ching is a girl and yet a boy. Serve you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yahoo messenger?&lt;br /&gt;No yahoo account. Wait. I do. Just to play poker x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always call you friends dude?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Dudette probably? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music lover?&lt;br /&gt;* crickets chirp yet again * * another careless person drops a needle on the floor * AH-BER-DANNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 schools you went to:&lt;br /&gt;Ra, ffl and es !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things in your purse/wallet:&lt;br /&gt;EZ-link&lt;br /&gt;Notes?&lt;br /&gt;Er, coins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things you like to wear:&lt;br /&gt;Cl, oth and es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things you do when you are stressed up:&lt;br /&gt;Have a temper.&lt;br /&gt;Blast music (in headphones lar!)&lt;br /&gt;Stare at my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 favourite songs right now:&lt;br /&gt;Lose control- Missy Elliot feat Ciara and Fat Man Scoop ( Same. )&lt;br /&gt;Feel like home - Fort Minor&lt;br /&gt;你……我是傻瓜 (Acoustic Ver.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 favourite persons in life:&lt;br /&gt;Wah. So many questions. Very tired. :l Aiyoh. Same answer lar. Family and friends x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 places you go on a daily basis:&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;No where else? I LOVE HOME :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things you like to do:&lt;br /&gt;Play computer&lt;br /&gt;Slack&lt;br /&gt;Daydream&lt;br /&gt;{ no change } HAH. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 people of the opposite sex that you've held hands before:&lt;br /&gt;Hmms.&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Father :)&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I think my grandfather? :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 favourite fruits:&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple!&lt;br /&gt;Pomelo!&lt;br /&gt;Apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things you are addicted to:&lt;br /&gt;Computer&lt;br /&gt;TV&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 favourite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;Computer , computer and COMPUTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 career choices:&lt;br /&gt;Play computer? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 goals in 2006:&lt;br /&gt;Do well for PSLE&lt;br /&gt;Get into good secondary school&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of my senile-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 plans for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;Computer&lt;br /&gt;Computer&lt;br /&gt;Computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things that scares you:&lt;br /&gt;Shadows that suddenly appear!&lt;br /&gt;Some dark hole.&lt;br /&gt;Horror movies x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 of your best friends:&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I'm a loner remember? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 unforgettable moments in your life:&lt;br /&gt;Two words. I'm senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 of your favourite bands or music artists?&lt;br /&gt;FORT MINOR &lt;3 (: Fall Out Boy P!ATD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things essential in relationships:&lt;br /&gt;Dont know? :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things you want to do before you leave this world:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Write a will that says all the money in the world must be buried with me! x)&lt;br /&gt;Find Osama.&lt;br /&gt;Get a million credits in Habbo x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 of your fave wines:&lt;br /&gt;Wine is disgusting and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEYIER. So long and difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115780877783108824?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115780877783108824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115780877783108824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115780877783108824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115780877783108824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/quiz.html' title='Quiz!'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115780621087081644</id><published>2006-09-09T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:50:10.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin (: Not mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/xD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/400/xD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH. Changed skin. And for once, its NOT MINE! Whoopee! But difficult to see the profile because I extended the blogging area. -___- AH WELLS. In a considerably &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt; mood, unless someone comes and rate my skin because it doesnt work in Mozilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 15 Rated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; work hard in the &lt;strong&gt;animation!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents not home. They went to Malaysia to see my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt passed away this morning )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOBB. Rest in peace. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115780621087081644?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115780621087081644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115780621087081644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115780621087081644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115780621087081644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-skin-not-mine.html' title='New skin (: Not mine!'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115754597633882247</id><published>2006-09-06T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:37:22.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!#$?%^@#$#?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! T-T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST SO BLIND. !#$?%^@#$#? I &lt;strong&gt;CLEARLY&lt;/strong&gt; UNTIL CANNOT CLEARLY ANYMORE STATED THAT MY SKINS ONLY WORK IN IE AND SOMEONE GOT ME OFF THE LIST OF TOP 15 RATED WITH THIS COMMENT : wow! the picture is amazing! but the entire layout looks screwed in FF. the blog content has gone behind the picture. lols. still, here you go: (4.5 stars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* looks at it again *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#$!?$%@/@$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#?#$!?$%@/@$#?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WROTE 'THIS SKIN ONLY WORKS IN IE' IN FONT SIZE FIFTEEN. #$!?$%@/@$#?#$!?$%@/@$#?#$!?$%@/@$#?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant. Rant. Rant. So agitated. GRRR. NEXT TIME IM MAKING IT FONT SIZE &lt;strong&gt;THIRTY.&lt;/strong&gt; IF THEY DONT SEE IT IM GOING TO BASH THEM UP AND COOK THEM IN CURRY #$!?$%@/@$#?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought there was such a thing as &lt;strong&gt;KARMA?!&lt;/strong&gt; I spent the whole day studying and I finished up my school homework and did mockpapers and practiced my piano , did my theory, did my tuition homework and cleared up my &lt;strong&gt;WHOLE TABLE. &lt;/strong&gt;then my sister says,"Because you cannot find the DVD right?" &lt;strong&gt;#$!?$%@/@$#?#$!?$%@/@$#?&lt;/strong&gt; Then that person had to comment that. I really really&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#$!?$%@/@$&lt;/strong&gt;#?#$!?$%@/@$#?#$!?$%@/@$&lt;strong&gt;#?.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe INNNNNNNNNN! Breathe OUTTTTT! I must be a civilised person. I must be calm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#$!?$%@/@$#?#$!?$%@/@$#?#$!?$%@/@$#?#$!?$%@/@$#?#$!?$%@/@$#?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post. Curse all those people. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115754597633882247?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115754597633882247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115754597633882247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115754597633882247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115754597633882247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='!#$?%^@#$#?'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115725050851123401</id><published>2006-09-03T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:08:52.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some quiz thingy.</title><content type='html'>Okay. So my parents aren't home yet. Happy piggeh? Im posting AGAIN! :D On the same day. Less than an hour apart. Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the month you were born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January---- I kicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February---- I loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March---- I smoked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April---- I dry humped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May---- I choked on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June---- I murdered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July---- I did the Marcarena with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August---- I had lunch with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September---- I danced with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October---- I sang to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November---- I yelled at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December---- I ran over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the day ( number ) you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1------- a birdbath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2------- a monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3------- a phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4------- a fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5------- a Mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6------- a gangster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7------- my cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8------- my dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9------- my best friends boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10------- my neighbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11------- my science teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12------- a banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13------- a fireman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14------- a stuffed animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15------- a goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16------- a pickle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17------- your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18------- a spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19------- myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20------- a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21------- a ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22------- a model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23------- a noodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24------- a squirrel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25------- a football player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26------- my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27------- my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28------- an ipod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29------- a permanent marker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30------- a llama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31------- a homeless guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the colour of shirt you are wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White------ because I'm cool like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black------ because that's how I roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink------ because I'm NOT a homosexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red------ because the voices told me to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue------ because I'm sexy and I do what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green------ because I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple------ becauser I'm cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray------ because I was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow------ because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange------ because I hate my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown------ because I was high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other------ because I'm a ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None------ because I can't control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I choked on a squirrel because I'm cool like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a moments silence*&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;strong&gt;EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW?!&lt;/strong&gt; I CHOKED ON A SQUIRREL?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Some randomness -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115725050851123401?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115725050851123401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115725050851123401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115725050851123401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115725050851123401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-quiz-thingy.html' title='Some quiz thingy.'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115724881131051649</id><published>2006-09-03T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T10:32:23.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im posting like a siao piggy</title><content type='html'>YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE!&lt;br /&gt;MY ONLY SUNSHINE!&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAKE ME HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SKIES ARE GREY!&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU,&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DONT TAKE MY SUNSHINE AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMIX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE MY SAH-SAH-SAH-SAH-SHINE&lt;br /&gt;MY ONLY SAH-SAH-SAH-SAH-SHINE&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAKE ME HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-PY&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SKIES ARE GREY-HEH-HEH-HEH-HEH.&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEVER KNOW-OW-OW-OW-OW&lt;br /&gt;HOW MUCH I LOVE-EV-EV-EV-EV YOU,&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DONT TAKE MY SUNSHINE AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Adapted from my dear &lt;u&gt;dear&lt;/u&gt; sister, Cheryl )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME COMPLETE RANDOMNESS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;____________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already posting like a siao piggy. &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; the piggeh isnt happyy! Oh wells. I'll just post then :D&lt;br /&gt;First of all. Went to Yamaha yesterday at Plaza Sing and bought this book 2006 Hit Parade. Something like that. Got &lt;em&gt;Untitled&lt;/em&gt; by SP :D Difficult to play. Just tried it out. My sis is playing now. The one that quit piano in P6. Its horrible. Uh huh. JUST LIKE ME (: Oh. Managed to lure my parents and elder sis out to go to some &lt;em&gt;treetop&lt;/em&gt; walk. -__- I quickly went to do some work and said I was busy :D Better rush with this post before they come home. OOHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MRS. SOH IS PREGNANTTTTTTTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yupp. Teacher's day she was wearing some ( no offence ) &lt;em&gt;ah-soh &lt;/em&gt;clothes. I thought I would never see her wearing something else besides a sports shirt and track pants. Wow. I forgot to post that yesterday. -__- Short term memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blogskins suddenly went crazy and my two top 15 rated skins disappeared from the list ): And the top downloaded too! ): Oh wells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My brain has been squeezed fully already. Short post :D I just &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; theres something I'm missing. But what can I do with my short-term-memory-infected-brain? *SIGH*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115724881131051649?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115724881131051649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115724881131051649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115724881131051649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115724881131051649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-posting-like-siao-piggy.html' title='Im posting like a siao piggy'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115710682693354671</id><published>2006-09-01T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:35:07.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's day</title><content type='html'>Ah yes. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;No teacher is reading this so its pretty useless though. HAHA :D Or at &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; I hope no teacher is :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday Mrs. Seet was talking about she had a car accident once :D I couldnt believe it. Such a &lt;em&gt;" careful "&lt;/em&gt; person like her could have a &lt;strong&gt;CAR ACCIDENT? &lt;/strong&gt;* bows in respect * Yupp. When she was semi-conscious after the accident, she said she could hear people shouting ,"DON'T MOVE HER! DON'T MOVE HER!" HAHAHA. Then she thought ," Sure die le." In the end, they said that because they thought she hurt her spinal cord or something. _ _ _ _ _ , SHE SURVIVED. Shall not say that word in case I'm being too disrespectful? Okay. I take that back. Oops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She also said one time she went to the hospital she saw this weird weird old man. Then she went up the lift, open the door and the old man was there. -__- She thought he was a ghost. Then the nurse walked up and talked to him. LOL! She said people could see ghosts when theyre about to die. =O HAHAHA. Right. Cant wait to see ghosts. Secondly, you know when you're going to die. Apparently, I dont feel anything peculiar right now. Wont see ghosts any time soon I guess. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm updating like siao. Reason being I'm playing computer all I can before my mother gets the report book :D &lt;strong&gt;THEN, &lt;/strong&gt;she will ban me from the computer :D Getting ready for scolding. &lt;strong&gt;Phweet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115710682693354671?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115710682693354671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115710682693354671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115710682693354671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115710682693354671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/teachers-day.html' title='Teacher&apos;s day'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115710612996107858</id><published>2006-09-01T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T18:22:12.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply retardedness.</title><content type='html'>I have 11 Maths Mock Papers, 9 Science Mock Papers, 12 English Mock Papers. [ Wrong count just now, mianbao :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say YAY! :D Simply retardedness. Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Clementi place to buy the mockpapers then the woman so scary -__- Her chinese mock papers was not the new format. Then she asked me whether I have papers with the new format. I was so &lt;strong&gt;!#$%^**?!&lt;/strong&gt; to tell her I had assesment papers with the new format. THEN AFTER THAT SHE STARTED CHASING ME AND SAYING I GO BRING THE PAPERS TO HER THEN SHE PRINT AND PAY ME. -__- First of all, thats illegal. Second of all, she was lying to get her hands on those papers. She said she had a nephew P6. No chinese prac tice. Pfft. Quotes from her "My nephew this year P6. New format mahhh. No chinese practice for him. Tomorrow I going to church. You give me the paperes I go photocopy. Yar photocopy ar then I give him when I go church." &lt;strong&gt;I BET SHE MADE THAT ALL UP. &lt;/strong&gt;!#?$%?%$? If she needed P4 work, I bet she'd say, "This year my nephew P4 ar ... " PFFFFFFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I'm a kind and innocent Singaporean citizen so I won't sell it to her :D * imagines applause * Aww THANK YOU THANK YOU! It was nothing (:  * so egoistic * AH WELLS. Went to sweetalk after that :D Lychee ice-blended! :D YAYYY! Gotta start on school homework soon :l Mountains of homework ): God hates teachers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115710612996107858?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115710612996107858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115710612996107858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115710612996107858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115710612996107858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/09/simply-retardedness.html' title='Simply retardedness.'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115701181310836070</id><published>2006-08-31T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T16:39:38.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:190%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD HATES TEACHERS. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:190;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHA. Rain like siao today. God Hates Teachers! Teacher's day RAIN RAIN! He's sending a sign :D Children's day will be&lt;strong&gt; BRIGHT AND SUNNEH!&lt;/strong&gt; God loves children! Or at&lt;em&gt; least&lt;/em&gt; he's supposed too!HEHEH. A few things happened today. Shall number :D Will start from the shortest part to the longest part -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/rachellaupeiwen/5a0ef73b.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/rachellaupeiwen/5a0ef73b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I made an icon. And made a point to add 'Senile (:' in it. Added in my profile &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd:&lt;/strong&gt; My sister made CUPCAKES! Its like little spongy cakes -__- Very &lt;strong&gt;sweet &lt;/strong&gt;[ THE CUPCAKE ] and nice! But it sticks to the paper -___- The liquidy thing before it was oven-ed [ ?! ] put into the er. Circular thingy then it was so heavy it sunk the paper. HAHAHA. Difficult to explain in words. HAHAHA. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd:&lt;/strong&gt; Maths Lesson: Did some number game. Only got 1/4! HAHAHA. Went to the AVA room with 6F. Their teacher never come then rachel wang [ Head prefect ] got 3/4. Highest!&lt;strong&gt; @#?@#?&lt;/strong&gt; 6F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th:&lt;/strong&gt; ACES DAY DANCE! AHAHAHAHA. THE &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt; DANCE. HAHAHHA. AND Ma Lao Shi DID IT! She said if she did then we must do. &lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;/strong&gt; SHE REALLY DID IT. Not all of us did anyway :D Nerene actually dared to use someone's hapdphone and take picture in the hall of Ma Lao Shi! Ma Lao Shi found out. Never confiscate phone. Still went to continue &lt;u&gt;dancing&lt;/u&gt; anyway. LOL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th:&lt;/strong&gt; Ma Lao Shi's lesson! Sadly, the dance ended before our recess. Had to go back to class. Chinese Lesson! HAHHA. But we spent the whole 15 mins &lt;strong&gt;FREAKING MA LAO SHI OUT.&lt;/strong&gt; AHAHAHA. Whyyyyy? Because Sher yin, Yi Bin and Zhe Ting and Ann were practising for their tong hua song then they did some voice exercise? And sang 'ooooo' when we entered the classroom. Then the other people also go 'oooo' ==ll. Then Ma Lao Shi came. They still 'oo0-ing' AHAHAH. Then she ask us if we can hear. Of course we say ... &lt;u&gt;no.&lt;/u&gt; HAHAHA. Then she was like, 你们真地听不到吗？HAHAHA. Then she said, "This morning the first lesson got one lightning strike. I was walking up the stairs then it flashed right infront of me. Maybe that affected my hearing. ohh nooo!" Okay that was roughly what she said. AHAHAHAHAHA. I was laughing like siao. :D Then she went around the classroom and try to hear whether its us ==l Then got people come into our classroom! She quickly pull them and ask whether they can hear. But when they came in danielle they all go quickly shout , "YOU HEAR NOTHING RIGHT? NOTHING RIGHT?" HAHA. That must have scared them because they said they couldnt hear anythinggggggg! LOL! :D When lesson ended some people go follow her to the classroom and continue 'ooo-ing' &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th:&lt;/strong&gt; Teacher's day perfomance! First perfomance! Sher Yin play Tong Hua on the piano and ZT, Yi Bin and Ann SING! Wheee~ It was good except for the &lt;em&gt;extreme&lt;/em&gt; high part. The piano music overcame the voices of all of them -___- Uhh huh. Next perfomance, So called 'BREAK-DANCING' by 6A. They didnt 'BREAK-DANCE' at all. Geesh. Next! Zhe Ting played this something like Highland Sonata. [ EDITED : Sher Yin is very angry at me for getting the song wrong. AHAHAHA. It's HAYON SONATA! ] It was really long -__- No comments. Next! Perfomance by 5F! Modern dance. Now that was damn cool. At one point four of them actually BREAK-DANCED. Unlike 6A. Wait. Is that called break-dance? I forgot. HMMM. NEXT! SO-CALLED Cha-Cha by some P4s to a HILARY DUFF SONG. WTH?! CHA-CHA TO A HILARY DUFF SONG. Out of the 3 min + song, 15 seconds for cha-cha. Uhh huh. And the next one. Oh my gosh. That one was .. - speechless- TWO GIRLS DOING THE CHA-CHA TOGETHER. AHHHH! * freaks out * - runs off - [ ADAPTED FROM MIANBAO. ] I mean so they did the PROPER cha-cha. But. Omg. There was one point where the TALLER girl held the smaller girl when the smaller girl leaned back. AHHHHHH! *freaks out again* - runs off yet again - [ ADAPTED YET AGAIN FROM MIANBAO ] Uh huhh. And in the beginning of that perfomance the smaller girl was wearing the jacket then we flung it off and dropped it on the ground. So ... - speechless - NEXT PERFOMANCE! One of the hosts played 'A whole new world' on the piano and sang. No comments. NEXT. Chinese girls dance. Cute lar. But then the music got problem -__- In the end the host who performed sang the song while they performed -__- THE LAST ONE! Old girls. They did a dance with the song S.O.S and The sha-sha-la-shake song. :D Nice lar a bit messy as they said. HAHA. Next they sat down on the steps and sang some song. They sing until so soft lar. Cannot hear &gt;.&lt;&gt;yet another soft soft song. Uhh huhh. End of perfomance. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th:&lt;/strong&gt; Went back to class. Mrs. Seet's class! Oh yar. Her teacher's day present was glass then someone stepped on it and it &lt;strong&gt;BROKE&lt;/strong&gt;. $45 &lt;em&gt;gone down the drain.&lt;/em&gt; At least I didn't pay for it. &lt;strong&gt;HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; They went to glue it. -__- Yup. Did item analysis for english. &lt;strong&gt;CURSED QUESTIONS : 73 and 77. HAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;. Question 73 count more than 5 times the correct and wrong answers. Wouldnt add up right to 40&lt;strong&gt;. AHAHHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; Question 77 only a few times. WE WERE STILL SO FUSTRATED ANYWAY. Ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th:&lt;/strong&gt; Almost end of Mrs. Seet's class! We did our music rap -__- The Old Girls were there lahh! So pai seh. They all go watch. -__- Lucky deb's sis didn't come yet. She was still at 6F. AHAHA. So close. We were at the stairs performing. AHAHA.If she came, I dont think deb will perform? AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th:&lt;/strong&gt; Ms. Yan's lesson. Some of them went 'oooo-ing' again. ==l Ms Yan ignored it she was just like ," Stop making that noise lar!" &lt;strong&gt;AHAHAHA. :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. FINISHED! * so tired * I think that typing ALL THESE made me quit blogging last year. AHHAHAHA. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115701181310836070?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115701181310836070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115701181310836070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115701181310836070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115701181310836070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/teachers-day_31.html' title='Teachers Day!'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115693515296396068</id><published>2006-08-30T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:54:15.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAYY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:210%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/Smaller%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. &lt;strong&gt;SO CUTE RIGHT :D&lt;/strong&gt; You won't see this but I'll just post it in case the computer dies out and the files are lost :D HAHAHA. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. I will post the rap for mianbao to see! :D HAHAHA. Then she will laugh and .. * shudders at the thought * So evil. ANYWAY. Shall still post it for the same reason I posted the earlier image :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music Keeps Us Rocking On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;( To the tune of ‘We Will Rock You’ by Queen)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we were told we had a tough exam&lt;br /&gt;That was to write a real rap even if we had to spoil some plans&lt;br /&gt;We had to wreck all our brains,&lt;br /&gt;And spent some days,&lt;br /&gt;Then we came up with this which won't get praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing,&lt;br /&gt;Music keeps us rocking on!&lt;br /&gt;Music keeps us rocking on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music's been around since time began'd&lt;br /&gt;It should remain like that, staying till the end.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' some people like us,&lt;br /&gt;You know well enough,&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't live long cos' of such a great loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music keeps us rocking on!&lt;br /&gt;Music keeps us rocking on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearin' the music in shops, in schools&lt;br /&gt;Keep hearing the music almost everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta get the fact&lt;br /&gt;That it's everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And it's always playing even if you're unaware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music keeps us rocking on!&lt;br /&gt;Music keeps us rocking on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done By:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara Lim&lt;br /&gt;Clementine Chng&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Tang&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Tay&lt;br /&gt;Low Yee Ching&lt;br /&gt;Nerene Quek&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Lau&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Yap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;__________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MIANBAO DON'T LAUGH! WARNING YEH! HAHAHA. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115693515296396068?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115693515296396068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115693515296396068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115693515296396068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115693515296396068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthdayy.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAYY!'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115693403472165634</id><published>2006-08-30T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:33:55.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm. Test?</title><content type='html'>* bored * Found this in another person's blog :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the best nickname you ever had?  Err. Rachel's nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which way of suicide would you choose? FAST FAST DEATH! I want to be 'put to sleep' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rate your social life from 1 to 10.  0.000000000000001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you in love with someone at the moment? ERRRRRRR. Is an animal counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you missing someone at the moment? Mmmm. Doubt it. *heartless pereson*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Will you die for the one you love? I seriously doubt I would die for my guinea pig but .. WAIT. That's evil. OKAY I'LL DIE FOR YOU GORENG! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think love hurts? Hm. I don't think my guinea pig has hurt me before. He never even scratched me! Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is the best thing about love? I get to make my guinea pig squeak the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the worst thing about love? Guinea pig run so fast! T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Will you wait for someone you love? I don't have to wait. Goreng can't move out! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What song best describes your love life at the moment? Some weird and random animal song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you wanna get married? Marry an animal? AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you talked to the person you love for the past 24 hours? Well. I did. It didn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you keep memories? Hmm. Nope. STM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Is love always on your side or the opposite? On my side! I can control my 'DAR' WAHAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you sick of love? Sometimes my guinea pig &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a BIT sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Are you sick of the the question of love? YES YES. Why all these questions all the same one? Very fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you going to do tomorrow? Music rapp! Fail Music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want so badly now? Another SOTD T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2o. What's the song that you last downloaded? Er. S.O.S by rihanna I think. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How much do you love music? - speechless - Needless to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you play an instrument? Is piano an instrument? ==l I hate pianooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What movie did you last watch? Errr. Long agoooooo.  I think it was GOF! HAHAHAHHA. Havent been to watch a movie lately :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you believe in love forever? How long is my guinea pig going to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What's in your mind now? How I am so amused about me and my guinea pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What song is in your mind now? HAHAHA. Lose control by Missy Elliot feat. Ciara and [ Littleman scoop? ] SOMETHING LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUSIC MAKES ME LOSE CONTROL! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lalala :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115693403472165634?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115693403472165634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115693403472165634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115693403472165634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115693403472165634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmm-test.html' title='Hmm. Test?'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115684704695884088</id><published>2006-08-29T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:45:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A for English!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SCORED AN A FOR ENGLISHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can almost imagine deb saying 'So whatt?' basically because she was growling she got lower than Zhe Ting ( I think? ) for English. BUT SHE STILL GOT A*. I happy enough with A. I thought I was going to get B. Which I almost did. I calculated upon /200 de. I was like 'Oh my god.' because the last two digits were 0.0 [ zero point zero lah! ] AND GUESS WHAT? I got 150/200. WHEE! 75. Right on the dot for A. YAYYY! Then I asked Ruth what her score was. She keep saying 'very low' ' very low'. Then I help her count. 86.5. #$??@#??@ Wth?! I wan't to kill her. Still dare to say its LOW. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my Science MCQ got same as Zhe Ting! YAYYY! I'm always comparing to her :D But her Section B got way &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; higher. I got 25. OH WELLS. Total was 81. Still A anyway. YAYY! :D Maths had 92/100.&lt;strong&gt; ?%$#$@!? CARELESS MISTAKES. &lt;/strong&gt;Ms. Yan was staring at me. Oops. WAH. I MINUS MARKS BECAUSE OF CARELESS MISTAKES. Wth lar. Wait. Why am I being angry at a higher score? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Today after recess managed to pull music lesson until 11.15! YAY! Supposed to leave at 10.45. HAHA. Practiced our recorder like one time? THEN listened to 'We will rock you' song. The lyrics I made sucked. The other groups left the room. Only Sharon's group and our group left in the room. When we played the song, they also sang -__- Later I found out they also taking a bit of the tune. -__- Couldn't keep up with the song? Gave that up first. Started practising to sing. Sang so soft larrr. -___- Then Sharon's group go scream and sing. Wahh. -___- SO THEY CAN SING. BLERGH. I think some people came in after that. Cant remember. Anyway I can remember that we couldn't even hear ourselves singing because Sher-yin was playing 'Tong Hua' on the piano and Zhe Ting, Ann and Yi Bin were singing -__- So we went outside then sang. But SOME PEOPLE didn't want to sing lar! Then I saw Sharon's group practising their rap near by. I told them must sing loud as motivation to [ scream their ears out ? ] Uhh huhh. Anyway, it &lt;strong&gt;WAS&lt;/strong&gt; much louder. Was happy :D Then the second time we sang so much softer -__- Haha. &lt;strong&gt;HANNAH WAS THE OPTIMIST. &lt;/strong&gt;HAHA. She was saying "Get D also PASS what." "Fail at least we TRIED wadd". OPTIMIST! We were all so pessimistic. HAHA. And deb insists realistic = pessimistic. RIGHT. Practised more and lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the room at around 11+ then tried out the rap &lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt; Deb kept insisting that 'dentists chair' shouldnt be added. I was like whyy notttt? Its called &lt;u&gt;HUMOR&lt;/u&gt;. Uh huh. Changed the lyrics after that though. TOMORROW IS THE EXAM and WTH. We haven't even practised ONCEEEEEEE. ONCEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my short-term-memory-loss-infected-brain: PEOPLE IN OUR GROUP : Hannah, Clara, Deb, Me, Ruth, Yee Ching, Clem and Nerene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not post the lyrics :D Pai seh :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115684704695884088?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115684704695884088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115684704695884088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115684704695884088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115684704695884088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-english.html' title='A for English!'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115676065781213306</id><published>2006-08-28T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T18:24:18.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell asleep.</title><content type='html'>Great. Halfway failing to English. Maths mistakes &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; CARELESS. * bashes head on table* My english is &lt;strong&gt;DAMN &lt;/strong&gt;bad. My transformation and synthesis got 1/10. &lt;strong&gt;What. The. Hell. &lt;/strong&gt;I'm very scared will get 60 and below. T-T Mrs. Seet will go after my head. Chinese got 77/90. Teacher counted 38+39=75 first. I calculated I also thought it was 75 -__- Some brainwash? Later I show Zhe Ting she calculated correctly -__- Quite okay lar? Better than SA1 .. I think. Cant remember ?! -__-  Higher Chinese got 50/60 (: Need 30+ for the compo to get dist.? Die die. Cannot.&lt;strong&gt; VERY SAD OVER ENGLISH T_T&lt;/strong&gt;  I want to bash deb up? She was saying 'DIEEEEE. I minus seven marks already.' And I minus 25.5 marks. Wow. *bashes head on wall* &lt;strong&gt;I ALMOST DIED WHEN I SAW MY T&amp;S SCORE LAR. &lt;/strong&gt;1/10 LEH! Going to haunt me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch queue was damn long. T_T Then the 6F girl go @#?@#?!?@ CUT QUEUE. @?#!@?@?. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept close to 1 am today. Thats why so tired during Higher Chinese in the afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.30pm to 2.00pm.&lt;/strong&gt; - Still quite awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.00pm to 2.15pm.&lt;/strong&gt; - Start getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.15pm to 2.25pm.&lt;/strong&gt; - Eyelids keep dropping cannot keep eyes open! ERGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.25pm to 2.30pm. &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DOZED OFF&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah. I was lying on my hands lor. Then deb sitting in front of me go smack me -__- . I thought Ma Lao Shi found out I was sleeping lar! My heart beat so fast -__- Then I heard her continue blabbering about what CME thing that you must write good things in the exam? -__- Lucky lar. Anyways. Was so frightened about that smack that I was quite awake after that -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* SHALL SULK OVER @?#@?# ENGLISH SCORES*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wahh? -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115676065781213306?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115676065781213306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115676065781213306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115676065781213306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115676065781213306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/fell-asleep.html' title='Fell asleep.'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115655613708019108</id><published>2006-08-26T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T09:36:03.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA. So innocent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never"src="http://www.flashtoysonline.com/apps/scratch.swf?themess=077073065078066065079032087082079084069032083079077069084072073078071032082069065076076089032083077065076076032073078032072069082032080079083084046032083081085073078084032089079085082032069089069083032084079032083069069032073084046032040058" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="..cccccc" width="300" height="250" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Innocent&lt;/em&gt; Rachel found this on a website and decided to post it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115655613708019108?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115655613708019108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115655613708019108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115655613708019108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115655613708019108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/lalala-so-innocent.html' title='LALALA. So innocent.'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115655416498513509</id><published>2006-08-26T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T09:02:46.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Top Downloaded!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/Second!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/Second%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wah. Still Top 10 Downloaded since [ I think ] 17th Aug :)&lt;br /&gt;Wheee~ Had SOTD on 16th Aug! Then got Top Downloaded starting from dont know when, then the SOTD of two days after that shooted up like siao [ IA-1o. LOST IN BEAUTY ]. Then took the Top Downloaded place! Haha. She got 2000+ downloads. Cannot beat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current status:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lifetime rating of 4.97 stars&lt;br /&gt;-Downloaded 1,846 times so far&lt;br /&gt;-462 downloads from logged-in users&lt;br /&gt;-Skin type is Blogger Main (BM)&lt;br /&gt;-Supports The Basics&lt;br /&gt;-35 people consider this skin a favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOHOHOHO.  Am I boasting? Oops. Actually I find the skin ... &lt;em&gt;plain&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;It's just so ... plain. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay anyway the SOTD of 24th August was, according to many skinners,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELF-DOWNLOADED. &lt;/strong&gt;I also thought it was self-downloaded actually. =X Good girl, she deleted the skin. No skin of the day today. I was so shocked that it was SOTD. mdrocks990, 404-error and fedora_girl, those &lt;strong&gt;great &lt;/strong&gt;skinners contributed their skins that day too, and &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; didn't get SOTD. I was like &lt;strong&gt;WTHHHHHHHHHH. &lt;/strong&gt;Down with self-downloaders :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115655416498513509?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115655416498513509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115655416498513509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115655416498513509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115655416498513509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/2nd-top-downloaded.html' title='2nd Top Downloaded!'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115631511447344082</id><published>2006-08-23T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:42:07.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy | Birthday | To | Roycelyn | And | Jeremy</title><content type='html'>The following is a reminder for two birthdays. Because I know I will forget by next week, let alone next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:190%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROYCELYN AND JEREMY ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Er, I can't remember. Who's birthday is on 22nd August and who's birthday is on 23rd August? Or is it some other date? ERRRRRRR, oh gosh. Short term memory loss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115631511447344082?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115631511447344082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115631511447344082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115631511447344082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115631511447344082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-to-roycelyn-and-jeremy.html' title='Happy | Birthday | To | Roycelyn | And | Jeremy'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115623092177441559</id><published>2006-08-22T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T15:15:22.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Changed my blardy blogskin. Can someone do my a kind favour and help me SEARCH for a nice Fort Minor skin? Currentlylazy beyond words to do so. So another one of my blardy skins. OH WELLS. I thought Maths would pull my marks up. BUT, oh GREAT. It was damn difficult lar. Die die. Prelims will get &lt;strong&gt;REALLY REALLYYYYYYYY&lt;/strong&gt; low. Chinese's tomorrow. And I havent studied. Have piano later. How great is that. - Curse -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, saw this in serena's blog :D Did my own.&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;&lt;br /&gt;1. Deb&lt;br /&gt;.2. Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;3. Yee Ching.&lt;br /&gt;4. Alik.&lt;br /&gt;5. Lynn.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tingwei.&lt;br /&gt;7. LiTing.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sharmera.&lt;br /&gt;9. Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;10. Abirami.&lt;br /&gt;11. Sharon.&lt;br /&gt;12. Rachel Peh&lt;br /&gt;13. Ragni&lt;br /&gt;14. Sway.&lt;br /&gt;15. Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;16. Zhe Ting.&lt;br /&gt;17. Nureen.&lt;br /&gt;18. Annabelle.&lt;br /&gt;19. Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;20. Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you meet 14?&lt;/strong&gt; Er, I think in 3E? ==ll 3 years ago. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if you never met 1?&lt;/strong&gt; No way! No neck to tickle! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would u do if 9 and 20 dated?&lt;/strong&gt;AMANDA AND CLARA? I'd faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did u ever like 19?&lt;/strong&gt; Er, I shall switch it. I never hated her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a gd couple?&lt;/strong&gt; Er, definate NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe 3.&lt;/strong&gt; Problematic person. Childish. Immature. Irritating person. And she's murderous. She's going to kill me if she sees this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do u thnk 8 is attractive?&lt;/strong&gt; Errr. - wu hua ke shuo - o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me sumthing abt 7.&lt;/strong&gt; Er, sings well? OH OH, has a crush on her neighbour :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do u know any of 12's family?&lt;/strong&gt; Er, I dont think so. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8's favourite?&lt;/strong&gt; Favourite? Person ah? I KNOW! Ronaldo! [ Not from Brazil de :D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wut wld u do if 11 confesses tt he/she likes u?&lt;/strong&gt; I'd die. That definately ISN'T GOING TO HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wut language does 15 speaks?&lt;/strong&gt; Chinese and English? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is 9 goin out with?&lt;/strong&gt; ERRRRRRR, as far as I know, no one? ==l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;/strong&gt; 11+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time u talked to 13?&lt;/strong&gt; Today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's 2 favourite band/singer?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think Ruth listens to songs much o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would u date 4?&lt;/strong&gt; ERRRRRR, &lt;strong&gt;- VOMITS - - PUKES - -VOMITS - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO WAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would u date 7?&lt;/strong&gt; ERRRRRR, NO. I don't PLAN on dating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;/strong&gt; Should Be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's 10's last name?&lt;/strong&gt; HMMS, its either Ashok or Kumar? ==l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would u ever be in serious relationship with 11?&lt;/strong&gt; ER, NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. Hmms, saying a lot of 'no's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wut sch does 3 go to?&lt;/strong&gt; Er, Raffles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;/strong&gt; No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's ur favourite thing abt 5?&lt;/strong&gt; NOTHING! Absolutely NOTHING. Oh wait. She lent me $6 for the class photo this year. :D [ But I RETURNED! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting isn't it? I almost choked to death at the 'Would u date 4?' question. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;*pukes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115623092177441559?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115623092177441559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115623092177441559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115623092177441559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115623092177441559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/quiz.html' title='Quiz!'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115588411431282111</id><published>2006-08-18T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T14:55:14.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English oral x[</title><content type='html'>Previous post babbled about Chinese Oral. This post shall blabber about English Oral, first of all, yesterday didn't read a single passage, didn't try doing the picture discussion for one single picture at all, didn't practice reading at the mirror &lt;em&gt;diligently&lt;/em&gt;, I mean I didn't even &lt;strong&gt;PRACTICE. &lt;/strong&gt;Went to school about the same time as yesterday, was faster than Ruth :) Ruth eventually came, then Deb came. Then I took out my oral paper thingy then Ruth and Deb go &lt;em&gt;piang piang piang &lt;/em&gt;wo. Go say what&lt;strong&gt; rubbish&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that the oral paper was P3/P4 the work. &lt;strong&gt;YOUR HEAD LAH. &lt;/strong&gt;Never get your facts right then go say liao. &lt;strong&gt;USE YOUR BRAINS.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We only received that paper like &lt;strong&gt;THIS YEAR?!&lt;/strong&gt; Is your brain functioning well? Then &lt;em&gt;FINE&lt;/em&gt;, since they say its P3/P4 work, I went to read it anyway. Then Deb still want it from me. &lt;strong&gt;I VERY QI TA LA.&lt;/strong&gt;  First say its so &lt;em&gt;eeyer! So what one. P3 and P4 work leh! Still read&lt;/em&gt;" Then after that still want to borrow from me. &lt;strong&gt;You tell me I qi or not qi. &lt;/strong&gt;Ignored them. So angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to sit with Amanda and Li Ting; Li Ting was doing some "I am magnetised" thing, which she actually made the person's back face her, then she press the person's head with both of her hands. Tough to explain? Oh wells. Didn't talk to Yee Ching either. Mad at her for doing &lt;em&gt;that.&lt;/em&gt; And created a whole lot of trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to the hall around 9+ and had a bag check for handphones. Surprisingly, &lt;em&gt;no one &lt;/em&gt;brought handphones, well, actually. Maybe it's just the teacher didnt check properly. Oh wells. Pre-room was 5C, didn't know I'd be so anxious about English. I was the &lt;em&gt;LAST.&lt;/em&gt; First person was Hannah. Had to keep &lt;em&gt;damn quiet&lt;/em&gt; in the pre-room. I put down my bag on the table, the teacher was staring at me. And that teacher was Miss. Tan, yea, the long long hair one. I think I was more anxious &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; time, for English, because we couldnt like move around the classroom much? Make one &lt;em&gt;tiny little eenie weenie&lt;/em&gt; noise, and BOOM, teacher's here. One more person to my turn, I could&lt;em&gt; feel my heart beating&lt;/em&gt; without even feeling my pulse. Eeeeeeeek. Timer was Ms. Obre ( sp? ) Ong. &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt;  Zhe Ting took so long that I had to wait a while before the timing could start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to fail like a failured frog. During the picture convo, when I suddenly forgotten what I was going to say, I put my knuckles to my my mouth &lt;em&gt;( no, I did not try to fit it in my mouth )&lt;/em&gt; , and paused for quite a while. Die, die, will try not to cry? LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Conversation went like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examiner:&lt;/strong&gt; Which book do you like to read the most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Erm, Harry Potter &lt;em&gt;( Actually, its not. I dont READ, just anyhow answered )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examiner:&lt;/strong&gt; Which part do you like the most? Tell me the first thing that comes to your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Erm, The Goblet of Fire, The Yule Ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examiner:&lt;/strong&gt; And what happened? (Omg? So going to die. My comments for my prelims oral is that the examiner had to give prompts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; The Main Character didn't want to dance. I think that the writer described the Great Hall really well and the reluctant-ness (OMG! NO SUCH WORD LORS ) of the main character to dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examiner:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. What happened in the end? ( DIE, YET ANOTHER PROMPT )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; The evil Character didn't finish his plans *pause* and it was a happy ending. (SO NOTTTT. NOT NOT  NOT NOT NOT )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examiner:&lt;/strong&gt; And did you finish reading everything? ( I just told her I read it? )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;  Yes, I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Examiner:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. Thank you. You can go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you  teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I actually remembered to smile, not really. I was just so embarrased at my answers. Oh wells. Also skipped off to the canteen and took the bus again. Sher-yin was at the bus-stop. Her bus came first then mine. AND, I didn't wave my hand, but the bus stopped at the later part of the bus stop. So embarassing. He said,"Must flag!" Blergh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115588411431282111?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115588411431282111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115588411431282111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115588411431282111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115588411431282111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/english-oral-x.html' title='English oral x['/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115579366443457301</id><published>2006-08-17T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:47:44.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin. Chinese Oral</title><content type='html'>Omg? On a change-the-skin spree. Just another one of my blardy skins. Its mine right? I removed the credits. LOL. And &lt;strong&gt;YIPPEEEEEEEE!! &lt;/strong&gt;PSLE CHINESE ORAL is OFFICIALLY OVER! Blardy studying just to talk to teachers who stare at you and freak you out for 5 minutes. Woke up at about 5am today and took the school bus to school? Reached around 6.30+  And my oral time was 9.20. Arranged with Ruth to meet in the canteen and study ( Such innocence. ) PFFFFFT. We studied yea, I almost vomited on the bus? My stomach was so &lt;em&gt;twisted. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMS. All the Chinese, Malay and Tamil got all the &lt;em&gt;same pictures?!&lt;/em&gt; Our pre-room was 3F, right next to our exam room. The teacher was really pissed off with us. Oh wells. Making so much noise. Nq tested ruth, deb and I some of the words in the Chinese Oral list. Haha. She went in order so we said the word even before she gave us the english meaning xD Was reallly nervous ( OF COURSE?! ) and was actually &lt;em&gt;calmed &lt;/em&gt;by reading some Chinese Text? Wow. Deb was saying something like, "This is it. It's our final of 6 years of studying. It's like we have been study ing 6 years just for this." She made it sound so dramatic, which practically &lt;em&gt;freaked me out even more.&lt;/em&gt; Then Nq went out to be timed for the 5 min. Was really dying of nervousness then. Tingwei and vivian were doing some breathing thing? Haha. Didn't really help. Agreed to wait for Ruth, who was the last, in the canteen after oral. Oh yah. 3F had this Noise Level thing. I placed in the red zone. Wahahahahhaahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then my name was called T_T Was timed by the science club assis. teacher? Dont know name xD I only read the passage &lt;em&gt;once&lt;/em&gt; and blabbered on to myself on the picture. Was told to put bag on top of the lockers, and sit and wait till the previous person (Nq) to finish oral. And &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;, I just sat down and Nq got up from her seat inside. I was like 'OMG.' Waited a while then entered, pulled out the chair and said '老师们早安' AND, I sat down, and said, '我的名字是刘佩雯，编号是 。。' &lt;strong&gt;HOHOHO. &lt;/strong&gt;And &lt;em&gt;GUESS WHAT?!&lt;/em&gt; I got my INDEX NUMBER WRONG. Mixed up two numbers, 4 and 8. I said ...84G AHHH! Its supposed to be ...&lt;strong&gt;48G!&lt;/strong&gt; Problematic me. Will that minus marks? Anyway, I read the passage &lt;em&gt;considerably&lt;/em&gt; good because I flew through it in the 5 minutes? Talking rot. What I think would turn out right would turn out &lt;em&gt;really wrong. &lt;/em&gt;So I might as well say 'OMG! I DID SOOOOOOOOOO BAD.' Wait. That's basically what I did after oral. Yea, during the picture discussion, one teacher was writing down notes, the other was practically&lt;em&gt; staring at me&lt;/em&gt; although I was mental or something. &lt;em&gt;Which made me more mental.&lt;/em&gt; Urgh. I can't stand two teacher orals. The first one was in P5 or something. The conversation part was horrible. I practically &lt;em&gt;spat it all out, &lt;/em&gt;and it was complete rot. I was speaking to fast, my mind totally blanked out on the 看法 for 扶老人过马路/在别的地方. I just basically cut the whole thing short and babbled on about 礼貌 and blah blah. And I said 'UHHHHHHH..' at one point. Am I &lt;strong&gt;SO DEAD&lt;/strong&gt; or what? Yup. So dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Ruth with Sy and YC and Sharm after Oral. Tingwei, vivian, JP, Ts Wei, Deb, Alik, came down soon after. During the wait, it was the attack-of-the-murderous-picture-taking-handphones, which involved many murderous picture taking handphones. Sharm started it, then TW then Bernice. Gah-ness. Alik said while waiting for the teacher to grade the previous person, she stood 'angelicly' at the door waiting. &lt;em&gt;I could puke.&lt;/em&gt; Finally, Ruth came down then we went to Deb's house the nearby provision shop. No idea why I agreed to follow, but I just went allow anyway and bought a 7 UP drink? Uh huh. After that went down to  Deb's house and stayed there for like 45 seconds? Then headed for the bus stop. End of Day. English tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the Hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115579366443457301?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115579366443457301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115579366443457301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115579366443457301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115579366443457301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-skin-chinese-oral.html' title='New skin. Chinese Oral'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115562281293865080</id><published>2006-08-15T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:20:13.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOS. Still haven't change skin. Still messing around with photoshop. Still can make a nice skin for my own blog. Still have to study for PSLE Oral on Thurs and Fri. Still have to pull myself away from the computer. OH WELLS. Will try to do all that later. I'm such a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, Mrs. Seet &lt;b&gt;TRIPPED OVER YEE CHING'S BAG&lt;/b&gt; yesterday! Wait. Or was it yesterday yesterday. OH WELLS. &lt;strong&gt;REJOICE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; For once I'm loving her bag. Usually it's just this big fat annoying blue thing. Okay. Nevermind. Prelim papers next week and it doesn't feel like it? I don't even understand Science? Like just copy copy copy notes. &lt;em&gt;Biodegradable, biotechnology...&lt;/em&gt; Blah. Blah. Blah. We all sit there looking dumb, stare at Mrs. Seet blabber on. Then when she asks "Understand?Understand." Response: "Pupils nod head." It's a habit? We just don't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China people came to school today. I told Yee Ching they were tall! She was like, "See? That tall guy taller than you. HAH." Then oh &lt;strong&gt;SWEET SWEET&lt;/strong&gt; Ruth said, "If Rachel is short to them, then you what?" LOL. True. True. I could not agree more. Oh wells. Going to be a - cough - good girl - cough - and do some work &lt;b&gt;SOON&lt;/b&gt;. Oh blardy procrastinator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115562281293865080?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115562281293865080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115562281293865080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115562281293865080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115562281293865080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hellos.html' title=''/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115527899321538392</id><published>2006-08-11T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:21:24.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change skin.</title><content type='html'>HMMS. This is only a &lt;strong&gt;TEMPORARY&lt;/strong&gt; skin, basically because &lt;strong&gt;I MADE IT&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I HATE IT&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;I just got really sick of my previous blogskin and was too lazy to brose around and find a nice skin. SIGH. Laziness. OH WELLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had prefects' meeting today. &lt;strong&gt;ARRANGED TIME : &lt;/strong&gt;12pm-12.50. GUESS WHEN THE MEETING ENDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.10pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was like &lt;em&gt;WHAT?!  &lt;/em&gt;They made us carry our &lt;strong&gt;HEAVY HEAVY &lt;/strong&gt;bags and climb to six levels just to make us carry our &lt;strong&gt;HEAVY HEAVY&lt;/strong&gt;  bags again &lt;strong&gt;back&lt;/strong&gt; up six levels. &lt;u&gt;GRR-ness.&lt;/u&gt; =X Learning from mianbao. Anyways. &lt;strong&gt;AS USUAL, &lt;/strong&gt;we took our time to go up. And we took ANOTHER STAIRCASE. Even Zhe Ting went okay. As well as Carey, Sharon, LiTing, Tingwei, Yvonne, Deb and me. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; the rest went to use the FASTER STAIRCASE and obviously got to class faster. Climbed up to the second level and CHANGED STAIRCASE. Yvonne went to the toilet then Zhe Ting and Carey walk so fast back to class &gt;.&lt;&gt;DARNIT.&lt;/strong&gt; Went back to class, Kheng Wee told Ms. Yan we took a &lt;strong&gt;DETOUR.&lt;/strong&gt; BLERGHHHS. Ms. Yan wasnt in a good mood. TSK TSK. Being very bad lately. OH WELLS. It's the "STRESS" I blame. Wait. Why would I have stress? I dont even &lt;strong&gt;STUDY. &lt;/strong&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115527899321538392?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115527899321538392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115527899321538392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115527899321538392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115527899321538392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/change-skin.html' title='Change skin.'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115500445220604410</id><published>2006-08-08T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:19:50.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RGPS NDP `06</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:105;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RGPS National Day `o6!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YAY! Ended school EARLY so came to post . . . INCLUDING ... &lt;strong&gt;PICTURES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;YES YES. Pictures. 6E `o6 BEWARE! ==ll A lot of people brought camera anyway. Okaaaayyy ... So went to school, went to class, took photos, went back down to see the marching and hear the RECOLLECTION and the &lt;em&gt;longgggg&lt;/em&gt; droning National Day Speech. SHEESH. No one was listening ==ll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;If it was wet weather, we had to dress up something for national day but good thing it didnt rain BECAUSE our dear&lt;em&gt; dear&lt;/em&gt; MODEL, namely ALICIA KHO EN NING, was late and we couldnt let her try the costume, which was the air stewardess one. WAHAHAHAHAHA. I think it would be too small because Ruth's SISTER wore it, and she's P2. But ANYWAY, Alik is so small, so s_ _ _t, LALALA~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yes, in class Sharon wore this enormously huge sunglasses? And I took picture! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dont come after me! You very CUTE in that sunglasses ==ll. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/SHARON%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, Anyway, we went back up to class to do the ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAFFLES WAVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;6E `o6 Started the RAFFLES WAVE of `o6! (: Yes yes we did. BUT we didnt know when to start ==ll They started like a few times then when we count '1 , 2 , 3 , START! ' then start properly. BUT we were so lost this year! Its like after the 6th level, had to tell the p5 below to start then after that the p3 p2 and p1 got lost ==ll. OH OH and this year we DIDNT HAVE TO STAND ONE ARM'S LENGTH AWAY FROM THE RAILING [ in case we fall down ==ll ] ! Oh wait. Actually, we did have to. BUT STILL. We just leaned on the railing and no teacher scolded us! WHEEEEEEE~ Last year Mrs. Soh so strict. One step towards the railing she say 'BACK.' I lean so far down lar. DID I FALL? No. SHEESH. &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE&lt;/strong&gt; fell. SEE? We told the teachers UPTEEN times that we won't just lean over and &lt;strong&gt;FALL DOWN &lt;/strong&gt;==ll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I cant believe it. One of the songs is the whatever 'Together' song from HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL. ==ll. It had like no tune. Except the chorus. DOT. Anyway, as usual, the lower pri and well some of us sang the 'Where I Belong' Chorus! We always scream the Chorus :D Then the 'SHOUT IT OUT LOUD' also (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I managed [ or at least I think so ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;to upload of video of our school singing the Where I Belong Chorus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Note: You can hear Debbie singing ==ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://s6.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="352" height="308" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yup. The last song was 'Singapore Town' !! LOL. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*sings off into the air* &lt;em&gt;'You could take a little trip around Singapore Town , in a Singapore City Bus. To see~~ ...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yup. That was the last song ): Then we took MORE PICTURES! Class photos! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/rachellaupeiwen/5657fc60.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:95;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6E` o6 FOREVER! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://s6.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="352" height="308" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay then this is the 'Together' song from HSM , the ending. Then hear our school &lt;strong&gt;SCREAM! &lt;/strong&gt;Its a bit weird. Yee Ching was screaming something like , "YAYYYYYYYY! FS F Yap United United! " ?!?!??!?!? WTH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/rachellaupeiwen/NDP2006037.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay! End off with yet another picture of Sharon! Doing her little jig (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:90;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAFFLES 6E `06 NATIONAL&lt;br /&gt;DAY(:&lt;/strong&gt;&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/18529113-115500445220604410?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115500445220604410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115500445220604410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115500445220604410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115500445220604410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/rgps-ndp-06.html' title='RGPS NDP `06'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115494822564721573</id><published>2006-08-07T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T18:57:05.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break the rules! :o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;WOO~ TELL ME I'M BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why why why? (: Today stayed back for Chinese; School ended at 12.50 and Chinese was supposed to start at 1.30 so we ... &lt;strong&gt;CHIONGGGGGG&lt;/strong&gt; to deb the house; before that went to the store to buy cup noodles (: then we went to deborah's house lar, then use her water and chopsticks (: Her little cousin was there! The cousin which Deb mentioned grew fat over a week! LOL. Poor Sam. We ignored him. While we xiang shou our noodles, he was lying outside alone. Awww. Okay so I filled my cup noodles with water and put it on the table to reserve the seat. Went back to the kitchen to get my drink and POOF; Alik appears on my seat. SHEESH. Okaaaaaay... so we shared seat. ==ll One tall tall person sit with one short short person. (: No offence. No offence at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think Alik, Tingwei and Yvonne bought the abalone and chicken cup noodles. Note: ABALONE IS DISGUSTING. But Alik like ,"No! Very nice very nice!" Okaaayyyy ... We finished eating at 1.20 + then because Chinese start at 1.30, we &lt;strong&gt;CHIONGGGGGG&lt;/strong&gt; again. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Come see this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/MAP..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay lar. I know very ugly. But STILL. Deb is that purple dot, and she was like mouthing some words to us then pointing at Mr. Ho. We were like, OMG. Because he was &lt;strong&gt;SCOLDING PUPILS&lt;/strong&gt; who left the school. So we &lt;strong&gt;RANNNNNNNNNN.&lt;/strong&gt; Heng ah. We thought we were late and ran up to class anyway. Were we &lt;strong&gt;LUCKY&lt;/strong&gt;  or WHAT? When we reached class, Ma Xiang wasn't there yettttt! WHEEEEEE~ Then I sat down and looked at the clock :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOO~! (:&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/18529113-115494822564721573?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115494822564721573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115494822564721573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115494822564721573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115494822564721573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/break-rules-o.html' title='Break the rules! :o'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115467648550273920</id><published>2006-08-04T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:28:05.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cursed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so cursed. &lt;strong&gt;JUST &lt;/strong&gt;when I had &lt;strong&gt;JUST &lt;/strong&gt;submitted my first blogskin in a new account, there &lt;strong&gt;HAD&lt;/strong&gt; to be a database error. SHEESH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ergh. Curse the teachers. Homework:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;# Maths 9C [ done ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;# Maths 9D [ done ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;# English Mock Paper ( Max : 1h )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;# Science Mock Paper ( MCQ ) ( Max: 30 min ) [ done ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;# Xin wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;# Chinese Mock Paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;# Chi Tuition Hw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;# Theory [ done ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;# Art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;ERGH. Doesn't mean &lt;strong&gt;ONE &lt;/strong&gt;more day of holiday can add MOCK PAPERS! Sheesh. We have holiday today. Polling day, and I spent half of the day making that blogskin &lt;strong&gt;AND &lt;/strong&gt;it wasnt submitted RIGHT. ERGHHHHHHH. So cursed today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115467648550273920?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115467648550273920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115467648550273920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115467648550273920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115467648550273920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/cursed.html' title='Cursed.'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115451076969363059</id><published>2006-08-02T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T18:17:11.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6E</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEE CHING SNORTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, she does okay. Dont know why Alik said SOMETHING during Science Enrich. today and she laughed and SNORTED. sheesh. Okayyyy. As I DID mention, we played electricity last week and today too~ But NOW, I have PICTURES, [ including millions of alik's pictures ] (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;First off, I start with posting a picture of LYNN, I tricked her again like what alik said: 'Johnny Depp might come to my blog and see how *cough* *cough* pretty *cough* you are and marry you! And she actually FELL FOR IT AGAIN and I took a picture of her =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/Lynn%20..0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Scene: Johnny Depp browsing the internet, thinking 'im bored ...', and so he just made up a URL and typed in 'www.lifechronicles-.blogspot.com' . He scrolls down, figures it belongs to a 12 year old girl and was about to close it when he saw LYNN's photo. He stares at her jaw-dropped and says,"Man. She's damn ugly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL. *sigh* I love that scene. After ALL, who would say YES to a girl like this? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/Lynn%20eating..1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes that's Lynn Yeo eating like a &lt;strong&gt;PIG. &lt;/strong&gt;Lynn, do forgive your kind and innocent partner for being so mean (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, that was taken while we waited outside the dental clinic, playing electricity and murderer and detective soon after. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/Class..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;*sigh* Such a united class. Well, at least out of CLASS we are. ==ll See Ruth staring at me? She's the girl at the extreme left, drinking and STARING at the camera. She's so going to kill me :l . NEVERMIND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Was outside the dental clinic taking well-hated pictures of my *cough* dear&lt;em&gt; dear &lt;/em&gt;*cough* friends. And one time, I was going to quickly turn and take a picture of Deb but the lens were zoomed in so when I turned, I took picture of her nose ==ll. I dont even THINK she will allow me to post that so anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, lets assume Yee Ching doesnt read my blog. I think she doesnt anyway. Thus, I shall post a picture of her! *cheers* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y224/rachellaupeiwen/YeeChing.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Couldnt resist the temptation. Nevermind. A lot of people already know your face after the infamous picture of you almost STRANGLINGGG me to death was 'released t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;o the public'. Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, had chinese enrich. after science still in the life science room. Air-con! Yay (: Ma Xiang first thing come to the room then lecture blah blah blah. Everday stand outside door, wait for us to stand up, walk into the room, slam her stuff on the table, lecture blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rushed out of chinese enrich. Yee Ching said, "Bernice, I wait for you at the bus stop." In the end? I ended up walking with Bernice FIRST to the bus stop. Spotted a bus at the previous bus stop on the overhead bridge; went to chiong (: it WAS 156. Yay. Didnt have to be a loner as usual at the bus stop alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, got on the bus, at the next stop, this girl boarded and sat in front of me. After like two more stops, she turned around and this is how the conversation went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; Hi. Are you from raffles girls' primary school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;[ I HEARD what she was saying but I dont know why, my first reaction was to say 'what?' So I basically did that ==ll ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;[ Wah. Very rude hor. I said 'pardon?' later anyway. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you from raffles girls' primary school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh does Mr. Lee teach you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Which Mr. Lee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; ermm.. Mr. Desmond Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ermm.. no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh... then do you know Mr. Cheong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ermm.. no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh okay... then who is your form teacher? I thought that maybe Mr. Desmond Lee might be your teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Mrs. Seet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Sharon Maggie Seet. Mrs. Sharon Maggie Seet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;[ Love to say that name. &gt;:) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh okay... nevermind. I was in raffles last year. So yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay... I keep wondering WHY she only asked me about the MALE teachers. Sheesh. If I were her, I would &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; ask about a male teacher. I mean this year I have what like .. ONE male teacher? Cheers to that. And thats my SOCIAL STUDIES teacher. Oh wait. Maybe I will. And if I ever did, it would probably go like this,"Hi. Do you know Mr. Ong? He was my SS teacher. Dont know? Ermm.. you know the ultra-ultra short short one?" YES YES. PERFECT to describe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVIL! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&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/18529113-115451076969363059?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115451076969363059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115451076969363059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115451076969363059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115451076969363059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/6e.html' title='6E'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115442949261139177</id><published>2006-08-01T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:53:53.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PATRIOTISM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our class has never been more ENTHUSIASTIC! LOL. During music, we actually SANG the national day songs. I mean like, we dont SING. ==ll but we did! WE DID! Anyway, uploaded only SOME of the ndp preview pictures.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Ah you know those loud loud de plane? Not so loud this year &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/peeps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/peeps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Stadiuuuuummmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/pe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/pe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/morep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/morep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/flyballons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/flyballons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Erm , the perfomances? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/flags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/flags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;The '2006' formation and the National Flag flown over while PEOPLE sang the National Anthem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; FIREWORKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/brilliance.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; '2006' thing again and the other half of the stadium. Those two girls sitting in front of me act 'chiio' lor. Annoying. Then after the whole thing, one of them go take out some hello kitty hand mirror then both go retie their hair. ==ll&lt;/FONT"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PATRIOTISM &lt;3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115442949261139177?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115442949261139177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115442949261139177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115442949261139177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115442949261139177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/08/patriotism.html' title='PATRIOTISM.'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115433977230626369</id><published>2006-07-31T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:27:52.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAMMMM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/Sam!%202.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/Sam%21%202.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAM YOU ARE SO CUTE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wish you could understand me. =] Didnt have Higher Chinese today so we went to DEBBIE HOUSE! (: And OMG! Sam is debbie's CUTE CUTE dog which doesnt deserve to be under her care! WAHAHAHAHAHAHA. SO CUTEEEEEEEEE! In case you are wondering what a mad person is doing behind this extremely , enormously cute SAM, its that crazy Yee Ching. Yes, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; crazy Yee Ching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/Gangster!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/Gangster%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GANGSTER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL. Standing beside Yee Ching, the photographer, I was not in the picture. WAHAHAHAHAHA. They all ganster lorrs. Anyway, went to this nearby shop to buy cup noodles for lunch. Mine was DILUTED. ==ll didnt eat it but then Yee Ching, Ruth, Alik, Yvonne and Tingwei went to eat mine later. ==ll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANYWAY, chased Alik all around the courtyard during recess to try to take a PICTURE but eventually I &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; take the picture but not allowed to post it. ==ll NEVERMIND, I have a picture that all face their back de, and I posted THAT. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/6E%20%60o6%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Another group of gangsters.. ==ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some error in adding in more pictures :l will try to add in more later (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115433977230626369?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115433977230626369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115433977230626369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115433977230626369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115433977230626369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/sammmm.html' title='SAMMMM!'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115415819165273948</id><published>2006-07-29T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T15:58:11.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/Fernando.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Doesnt Yee Ching look fascinating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Going to see the ndp review laterrr! (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;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/18529113-115415819165273948?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115415819165273948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115415819165273948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115415819165273948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115415819165273948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/doesnt-yee-ching-look-fascinating.html' title=''/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115413466964259618</id><published>2006-07-29T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:00:12.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLLAGE &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/1600/Collage..0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/Collage..0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY COLLAGE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE. The printer print until so damn clear la. My collage consists of... &lt;strong&gt;EIGHT &lt;/strong&gt;pictures! And Fudgie's consist of ... more than eight .. but it doesn't fill the whole drawing block! HEHEHE. My pictures all square square de ; very easy to paste and FILL UP! (: Fudgie de all different shape. Nan guai xu yao na me duo cai ke yi zuo wan. HEHEHE. Surely score very low because its not really a&lt;strong&gt; COLLAGE&lt;/strong&gt; but I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I think Im going for ndp later today ): less time with the computer. wahhhh. But then got goodie bag! =D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. - Just so in love with my collage -&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115413466964259618?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115413466964259618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115413466964259618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115413466964259618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115413466964259618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/collage-3.html' title='COLLAGE &lt;3'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115409326413055498</id><published>2006-07-28T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:29:29.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening Compre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;162CM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;HEHEHE. I'm 162cm! HAH to YEE CHING and HAH to Fudgie and HAH HAH HAH! Oh yeah~ TALL! TALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yee Ching grew like what 1cm? After she took her height she was saying , "No lar! That one got problem. You see so many people never grow one." She just doesnt want to admit she didnt grow! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway. Had listening compre on this dreaded day. We were supposed to go to class at 7am but when I reached the courtyard NO ONE WAS THERE so just went to the classroom anyway. They suddenly switched off the fourth level lights. HAH to the GEPers on that level. I walked up with Ruth and when we reached class only yi xuan was in class. Then Ts Wei and Annabelle and a few other people came. I suggested to OFF THE LIGHTS. Wahahahahahahha. Ts Wei and Annabelle used their handphone lights to see. Then they held on to the doors so the people coming to class couldnt open. HEEHEE. Then FUDGIE came, I went to hold the door and leaned on the door BELOW the small glass window at the door. OMG LA. Fudgie came and looked down. Then I looked up and screamed. LOL. Then we played ELECTRICITY! We are such an enthusiastic class. Hai.. Then Mrs. Seet came and off to Listening Compre! Or so we thought. =.=l We were very shocked when Mrs. Seet led us to the courtyard. We were telling her 'Huh? I thought we have Listening in the Hall?" HEHE. She reply , "Assembly lar!" =X Forgot about assembly. Talk about being patriotic in the previous post. =X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of the ENGLISH listening compre questions I got wrongggg le! I dont bother talking about CHINESE because I already know I FAILED and I'm in big big TROUBLE. So about the English Listening Compre. The SECOND Question. SECOND! One of the SIMPLEST! It was choose the correct PICTURE. OMG. Im so dumb. *knocks head on table* It was a choice between a hamburger and a bowl of noodles. It said something like, "I don't know what to eat. The Hamburger and noodles look so delicious. I think I'll take the latter [ !?!? ] as a little filling [ or someting ] . OMG?! I didnt know what to put. I thought, okay... a bowl of noodles is more likely an actual meal so I put @?#*^()! NUMBER 2! URGH. Prelims sure die le. Actually, I'm rejoicing now. Dont know why. Only Listening and oral done. BLEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115409326413055498?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115409326413055498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115409326413055498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115409326413055498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115409326413055498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/listening-compre.html' title='Listening Compre.'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115399396367921861</id><published>2006-07-27T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:26:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;@#!@#$@#! YEE CHING WHO ALMOST STRANGLED ME TO DEATH DURING RECESS JUST SO ALIK COULD TAKE A PICTURE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rights. YEE CHING DESERVES TO DIEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, Lynn brought pictures of JOHNNY DEPP to school and pasted some in her NOTEBOOK, in which we had a conversation yet again about... JOHNNY DEPP. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I cant REMEMBER what the exact words were due to my short-term-memory-infected brain has FORGOTTEN. Summary is that I kept telling her JOHNNY DEPP WAS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. HAH. Lynn told me he had what high cheek bones and his face was SYMETRICAL [ however you spell it ] because he had no moles etc etc. While encouraged the point : HE IS &lt;strong&gt;GAY.&lt;/strong&gt; YAY! And I also kept telling her JD has a RIDICULOUS fringe in CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we brought the pictures for ART, supposed to do some collage about the stuff you like; in which when you finished it, it can SHOW your PERSONALITY. So Deb did HABBO! I helped her cut the pictures out. What am I doing? &lt;strong&gt;FORT MINOR AND TSUBASA! &lt;/strong&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Have LISTENING COMPRE tomorrow. BLEH. Haven't studied. =x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5933/1815/320/0009d91f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ &lt;a href="http://www.habbosoup.net"&gt;www.habbosoup.net&lt;/a&gt; ]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115399396367921861?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115399396367921861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115399396367921861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115399396367921861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115399396367921861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/yee-ching-who-almost-strangled-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115390939842122205</id><published>2006-07-26T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:23:18.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Polite note: Low Yee Ching even so if you are reading my blog and even tell Ruth the URL, wait. She knows already. ANYWAY. If both of you are READING THIS, FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Not-so-polite note: &lt;strong&gt;@#$%?!^&amp;*! LOW @#$%?!^&amp;amp;*! YEE @#$%?!^&amp;*! CHING. IF YOU ARE @#$%?!^&amp;amp;*! READING THIS. [ and Ruth too ] @#$%?!^&amp;*! FINE. @#$%?!^&amp;amp;*!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stayed back today for science lesson. Waited outside the dental clinic while waiting for Mrs. Seet. We played &lt;strong&gt;ELECTRICITY.&lt;/strong&gt;  Yeah, then more and more people came then the whole class was playing soon after anyway. So, we PLANNED that if Mrs. Seet asked us what we were doing, we say we PREDICTING WEATHER. =.=l because in electricity must hold hand right .. so look like what praying =.=lll SO. when mrs. seet came, she was like huh? huh?  Then we were telling her 'CLASS UNITY!' and that time when she came we were SOMEHOW singing 'Singapore Town'. Yup. We are so united. NOT. Anyway, She actually couldnt TELL we were playing a GAME. =.=l So she let us 'predict the WEATHER' for a while more anyway before we went to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Came back home [ my dreaded bus beat yc's bus! YAY. ] , ate a cheese bun. Didn't feel hungry but ate chips anyway. Then after that someone give my sister an ice-cream so she gave me. STILL didn't feel hungry but ate it anyway. So now i'm &lt;strong&gt;FULL. &lt;/strong&gt;bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to Yee Ching: @#$%?!^&amp;*!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: &lt;a href="http://www.habbosoup.net"&gt;www.habbosoup.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115390939842122205?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115390939842122205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115390939842122205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115390939842122205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115390939842122205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/polite-note-low-yee-ching-even-so-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115381582325521488</id><published>2006-07-25T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:27:30.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone's blogging! Who is our GREAT inspirer? FUDGIE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sweet sweet story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day. Fudgie was bored. Fudgie decided to blog. Fudgie &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; blog. Rachel saw it. Rachel decided to blog. Rachel&lt;em&gt; did&lt;/em&gt; blog. Eva didn't see Fudgie's blog. She dediced to blog somehow ganyway. Eva &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; blog. Clementine didn't see Fudgie's blog either. She decided to blog somehow anyway. Clementine &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay. Shall stop crapping with the blogging stuff. They just STARTED BLOGGING, and I realised, only began after Fudgie finally &lt;em&gt;updated&lt;/em&gt; her blog. That summarised everything. And basically, a fact is, before our GREAT inspirer started blogging again, us people's latest post was like; what? &lt;strong&gt;Months&lt;/strong&gt; ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In class, during that &lt;em&gt;ultra super duper extra incredibly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;English lesson, followed by an &lt;em&gt;ultra super duper extra incredibly&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt; Science lesson, Lynn was making me write in her book as in like passing letters, saying Kate Moss was taking cocaine or something; wasnt listening too closely. And she was also saying something else about Johnny Depp taking cocaine . But basically, she was right next to me. As far as my short-term-memory-loss-infected brain can remember, part of it went like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L: &lt;/strong&gt;JD is SO CUTE! He's 43 years old. He doesn't look that old right? OMG. He's as old as my dad! He can be my dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R: &lt;/strong&gt;[ bleh. I forgot what I said. Maybe I ask Lynn if can borrow the book =.= ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L: &lt;/strong&gt;OMG. What if one day I wake up and find out Johnny Depp is my dad? That would be so weird. I mean, a CRUSH on my DAD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R: &lt;/strong&gt;Aren't you suppose to &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; your dad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. My short-term-memory-loss-infected brain has forgotten what she said after that. Extracting another memory of part of the conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L: &lt;/strong&gt;JD wont take cocaine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R: &lt;/strong&gt;Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L: &lt;/strong&gt;He has KIDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R: &lt;/strong&gt;So what? Many people with KIDS take cocaine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L: &lt;/strong&gt;Ya... but that doesnt mean they &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;their children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R: &lt;/strong&gt;Uh huh... - imagines JD consuming cocaine - quite possible.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L: &lt;/strong&gt;No! Later he die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R: &lt;/strong&gt;Overdose! Overdose! *chants*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L: &lt;/strong&gt;Nooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And YET again, my short-term-memory-loss-infected brain has forgotten what was said next and cant even &lt;strong&gt;remember&lt;/strong&gt; if the conversation stated is correct. However, I &lt;strong&gt;DO &lt;/strong&gt;remember the part I chanted *overdose* is CORRECT. SHEESH. Gotta check my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115381582325521488?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115381582325521488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115381582325521488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115381582325521488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115381582325521488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/everyones-blogging-who-is-our-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115373709238997479</id><published>2006-07-24T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:43:17.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@#$%?!^&amp;* !&lt;/strong&gt; Got &lt;strong&gt;@#$%?!^&amp;amp;*&lt;/strong&gt; Listening Compre on &lt;strong&gt;@#$%?!^&amp;*&lt;/strong&gt; Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;@#$%?!^&amp;amp;* !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quotes from Chinese Teacher [ translated to english ] : I am from China and you listen to chinese news every week. This means that your class should be the best at Listening Compre. You should get full marks for this. If not, you're in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At least thats &lt;em&gt;roughly&lt;/em&gt; what she said. But the main point is. GET FULL MARKS?! Please la. *bangs head on table* In a million years I could never get full marks. Now, I have to get ready to get lectured about having a Chinese teacher from China for hours. Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Note: You are not colour blind; As in seeing only the colours white; black and orange.&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/18529113-115373709238997479?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115373709238997479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115373709238997479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115373709238997479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115373709238997479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/black-and-orange.html' title=''/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115353058960151458</id><published>2006-07-22T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:39:35.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;die.die.die.die.die.die.die.die.die.die.die.die.die.die.&lt;strong&gt;DIE. &lt;/strong&gt;die la. my &lt;strong&gt;@#$%?!^&amp;*&lt;/strong&gt; chinese oral teacher gave me less than 40 &lt;strong&gt;@#$%?!^&amp;amp;*&lt;/strong&gt; marks for my &lt;strong&gt;@#$%?!^&amp;amp;*&lt;/strong&gt; chinese oral. [ its /50 ] DIE LA. DIE. DIE. &lt;strong&gt;DIE. &lt;/strong&gt;my prelims are DEAD already. DEAD. DEAD. &lt;strong&gt;DEADDDDD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;talking about DYING, one of my poor guinea pig died after eating &lt;strong&gt;poisonous vege&lt;/strong&gt;. T-T too much insecticide. the other poor poor guinea pig still sick T-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homework:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-4.1&lt;br /&gt;-4.2&lt;br /&gt;-4.3&lt;br /&gt;-xin wen&lt;br /&gt;-zuo ye&lt;br /&gt;-zuo wen&lt;br /&gt;-journal&lt;br /&gt;-newspaper article&lt;br /&gt;-and my piano theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ ` x_ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.habbosoup.net"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.habbosoup.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; tune in _x `]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115353058960151458?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115353058960151458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115353058960151458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115353058960151458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115353058960151458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/die.html' title=''/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115339976112181343</id><published>2006-07-20T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:39:59.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aiyoh. I take so long to 'recreate' this blog. I practically edited the picture which really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; looks like what it is now, so its not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; editing. Then I also basically reused the html codes in the previous one L :l OH WELL. There's this really huge problem but I covered it up; and I plan to fix it later in my life. But STILL. Its Fort Minor! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[[ ` x _ habbosoup.net tune in x` ]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5% pleasure; 50% pain and a 100% reason to REMEMBER THE NAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115339976112181343?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115339976112181343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115339976112181343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115339976112181343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115339976112181343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-skin.html' title='New skin .'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115322029693956029</id><published>2006-07-18T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:40:52.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;GOT ORAL TODAY. SMACK PRELIMS LAR. Chinese oral &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to come FIRST. Then got the fierce fierce chinese teacher. EVEN WORSE. the picture was a carnival. then SHOOT LAR. DONT KNOW HOW TO SAY CARNIVAL. then there was another picture about a boy throw balls at the bullseye board. then I was like 'you yi ge nan hai zi na zhe pi qiu" then I was like, how to say throw at the bullseye board?!?! Then I paused. then paused. then finally said "ta de hou mian you san ge nan hai zai pai dui ..." blah blah. GOING TO &lt;strong&gt;DIE&lt;/strong&gt; LAR. The teacher asked question during convo I answered her, LOOKING AT THE PICTURE, no eye-contact. I only realised that after I FINISHED answering. I was like &lt;em&gt;shit. sure die le. &lt;/em&gt;DIE LARRRRR. chinese teacher going to "wei shen me zhe me di? blah.blah.blah"&lt;br /&gt;then english oral the reading passage got one word 'arduous'. I was like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT?!!?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;the picture was &lt;strong&gt;OKAY&lt;/strong&gt; only but then the convo; I remembered to keep&lt;strong&gt; EYE-CONTACT &lt;/strong&gt;but then the examiner was like &lt;strong&gt;STARING &lt;/strong&gt;at me. I so scared la. immediately shift my gaze to the picture. then I tell myself "Must look at teacher. Must look at teacher" I look up at her again. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT LAH.&lt;/strong&gt; HER SCARY FACE AGAIN. Then i remembered english teacher say. "try to keep eye-contact. if cannot, look at her and count the pimples on her face." okay weird realisation but yea. I tried that. Then I saw her EYES again. STARING AT ME LAR.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so scary la. BLEH. then ruth got a KIND TEACHER again for english. EEYER. so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ ` x_ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.habbosoup.net"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.habbosoup.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; [ tune in ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115322029693956029?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115322029693956029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115322029693956029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115322029693956029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115322029693956029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/got-oral-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115312018097024483</id><published>2006-07-17T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:41:46.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OMGGGG. Principal say never sing national anthem loud enough T-T . After recess de assembly had to sing the national anthem &lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt; times to satisfy principal. T-T . Before us the P5s had to sing. They first time sing loud enough, principal let them go off~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then our turn horr. We first time SING, say not loud enough. Must sing AGAIN. SECOND time sing, those P1s and P2s come to the hall la! Then the principal say "I can hear the P1s and P2s. They are such small people and got lesser people. But they sing louder than you." OMG LA! So she say she give us one more chance to sing the third time or next week assembly must go sing again. WAH LAU LAR. The P1s and P2s go sing &lt;strong&gt;LOUDER&lt;/strong&gt; the third time. Smack them la. Have to go sing next week again T-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.habbosoup.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.habbosoup.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt; ] [[ tune in . ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115312018097024483?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115312018097024483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115312018097024483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115312018097024483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115312018097024483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/omgggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115304993523318038</id><published>2006-07-16T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:41:18.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;OMG la. Today went to Liang Kee or something then they had this toilet sign. It was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking area.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they had this man sitting on the toilet with thinking bubbles. OMG la. thinking area to think how to pay the bill ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watch this video: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQQS-0ZOMcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQQS-0ZOMcg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to look out for the "CHIAHHH!" guy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely~ look &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; closely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CHIAHHHHHH!" remember hor (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.habbosoup.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.habbosoup.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt; ] [ tune in! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115304993523318038?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115304993523318038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115304993523318038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115304993523318038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115304993523318038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115296340180952222</id><published>2006-07-15T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:40:24.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today good like SIAO. The only lessons we had was social studies and that @#$?! chinese because my maths AND english teacher were absent AND their lessons took up the whole 3 hours+ after recess! whoopee! the last few hours of school, the relieve teacher invited another teacher into class and they TALKED. while the rest of the class basically did their own things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the last 1h+ of school, we went to the LIBRARY. we all go CHIONGGGG to grab the computers la. Me and yc got one facing the inside so the library so the librarian cannot see &gt;:) . then everyone else also chionggggg to get the other computers then we go watch the videos on youtube. that ridiculous bu de bu ai one; the pump it chipmunk style one [ damn funny lar ]; and the ghostly car ad, the scary beach commercial and that buddha one. LOL. I showed my friends the buddha one. I told them not scary one, very calm and stuff. then they watch ... then they&lt;strong&gt; SCREAMED&lt;/strong&gt;. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. It was so fun to see them la! They &lt;strong&gt;SCREAMEDDDD. &lt;/strong&gt;but not loud enough for the librarian to hear =( [ sadistic ] (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.habbosoup.net"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.habbosoup.net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ] tune in~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115296340180952222?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115296340180952222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115296340180952222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115296340180952222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115296340180952222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-good-like-siao.html' title=''/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115293825831563437</id><published>2006-07-15T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:02:24.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates of the Carribean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pirates of the carribean! deb and yc going to watch &gt;.&lt; carribean =".="" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAD MAN'S CHEST! DEAD MAN'S CHEST! DEAD MAN'S CHEST!&lt;/strong&gt; Lynn keep blabbering that johnny depp &lt;strong&gt;DIED. &lt;/strong&gt;I mean. Got eaten by a &lt;strong&gt;SQUID.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;:l anyway got oral on tuesday. so fast! i mean its like we didnt even practice =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the teachers focusing on the exams; totally ignoring oral! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;evil lar! then when the results come out; "why you score so low? must work harder! " bleh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;for oral, english teacher did nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chinese teacher; made us memorise all that oral gan xiang; you know de "ta zhe yang zuo shi bu dui de yin wei .. bla bla" OMG LA! So many to memorise. then got this super super super super long one;&lt;strong&gt; 8 LINES.&lt;/strong&gt; the title was "bang lao ren ti zhong dong xi" omg la.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;she test in school; she give us the title; we must all say the gan xiang; if your mouth doesnt move right [ =.= ] ; then she will call you invidually after everyone cites together. out of ALL 14 OF THE GAN XIANG; she tested me the super super super super LONG one !! wah lau. she always pick on me. ALWAYS ALWAYS. same way. she stood there; crossed her arms; stared at me; 'liu pei wen' . wah lau larrr! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.habbosoup.net"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;www.habbosoup.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; `x ]] tune in! ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115293825831563437?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115293825831563437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115293825831563437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115293825831563437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115293825831563437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/pirates-of-carribean.html' title='Pirates of the Carribean'/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18529113.post-115288485916876553</id><published>2006-07-14T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:06:55.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay lets see. my previous post was when? May o3 .&lt;/span&gt; S&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o basically I deleted all the posts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ehh. my chi lao shi always pick on me &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;everytime ask me question de. I dont know how to answer; answer wrongly; must stand up T-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She ALWAYYYYS ask me! I can always imagine the scene; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;crossing her arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;standing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;staring at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"liu pei wen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;kays. anyways. going off. tata~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;[[ `x_ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.habbosoup.net"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;www.habbosoup.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; - tune in ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18529113-115288485916876553?l=chronified-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/feeds/115288485916876553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18529113&amp;postID=115288485916876553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115288485916876553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18529113/posts/default/115288485916876553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronified-.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Zimbambuwee!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
