<?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-7924182</id><updated>2011-04-22T14:16:42.777+09:30</updated><title type='text'>emotionally unbalanced thx 2 YEW</title><subtitle type='html'>cRaZy GaL Hu GoEs AbOut tOkInG 2 HeRsElf AlL e tImE

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-114104472096550761</id><published>2006-02-27T23:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:22:00.966+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.-spiked-.blogspot.com"&gt;www.-spiked-.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please relink thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-114104472096550761?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/114104472096550761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=114104472096550761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/114104472096550761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/114104472096550761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2006/02/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-114095682848357473</id><published>2006-02-26T22:45:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:57:12.613+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i learnt a new word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATHEIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very appropriate. i don't believe there is a god. neither is there a hell or heaven. and i find the bible highly amusing. the last time i went rebekah's house, a bunch of her church people came over and got so....freaked out by me. haha. i could continue on but there is a possibility of getting lynched by the christians/catholics/protestants etc who read this. so i shall stop. because i value my life. i know i want to die young, but by that i mean before the age of 39. call me vain/shallow/narcissistic but i refuse to die with liver spots and wrinkles, thinking my name is mary, queen of scots and and basically being more &lt;s&gt;senile&lt;/s&gt; forgetful than i am now. there are so many disadvantages to dying old. did i mention cancer? yeah, that's a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-114095682848357473?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/114095682848357473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=114095682848357473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/114095682848357473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/114095682848357473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-learnt-new-word.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-114078943380558677</id><published>2006-02-25T00:17:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:27:13.830+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOH LALA. I PASSED MY MUSIC. AN A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'm freaking happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you didn't realize THAT. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it,&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;0.0&lt;br /&gt;o.0&lt;br /&gt;0.-&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;xP&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:0&lt;br /&gt;looks spastic.&lt;br /&gt;this list is not exhaustive btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-114078943380558677?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/114078943380558677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=114078943380558677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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laughing throughout. that's freaky. and i really really miss that earring. my collection is destroyed. damn.&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i see that bitch [no relation to above paragraph] she has this bloody buay song look on her face. i suspect today i was the cause. =) life has suddenly become so much more meaningful, getting to antagonize her. what kind of leader are you anyway. doing this kind of manipulative shit. i don't care if you read this. some perverted part of me hopes you will. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-114061500120143104?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/114061500120143104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=114061500120143104' title='0 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piano/clarinet&lt;br /&gt;4] 20 cm taller&lt;br /&gt;5] drumset&lt;br /&gt;5] obviously drum lessons as well&lt;br /&gt;7] cds of all favourite bands&lt;br /&gt;8] &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;i'm not gonna list it here for all nosey people to translate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;likelihood of fufilment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. should i pierce or not? i don't care if it's painful. just that that guy at the shop said got risk of infection. plus no exercise for so long. not sure how to get out of  pe. i mean calvin heng already noticed that one time i ponned. infection....wonder how it'd look like. lalala. and tattoo. that's permanent. and i'm fickle. but i want it on my shoulder blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh drum lessons. yes thank you kor! for both =) can you do the drumset part as well? lol. as for the other instruments.....in about 4/2 years? hahaha. if they remember. and i &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; NEED to grow taller. i dont like being short. cds. haha. easy. except for those not sold in singapore which is actually alot, come to think of it. oh damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meijun says justin's going boy's home. i think that's damn sad. he really shouldn't go. sure he punched eugene but he's also under alot of pressure i mean just cause he retained then everyone started badmouthing him and stuff then he also need to prove himself or something...k this doesn't make much sense but the crux of it is that i don't think it's fair for him to go boy's home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-114018304511155173?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/114018304511155173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd was fun =) thanks people for the valentines. love you guys too lalala. the roses are pretty much dead btw. lol. today's IPP was so nonsense. on the bright side we missed 2 periods of chemistry. and during recess met eric [4T1] at the piano. he doesn't learn piano but he taught himself by watching other play. damned pro. i mean you can't tell he doesn't learn from the way he plays. and when he sang. it's like whoa. wtf. he's damn talented. oh speaking of music. bloody music test tmr. and i still don't get the fucking african music. whatever. stupid joshua is like, "i predict i will pass. confidence is the key to success! wahahahaha!" omg -_- kk never mind i shall follow a positive mindset and i will pass =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;shit, i'm so screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-114001273459464857?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/114001273459464857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=114001273459464857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/114001273459464857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/114001273459464857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2006/02/ytd-was-fun-thanks-people-for.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-113966579256357907</id><published>2006-02-12T00:10:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:47:57.806+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8 features of a perfect partner&lt;br /&gt;[tagged by nina]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover. Need to mention the sex of the target. Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on their page saying they've been tagged. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tagged: elaine, wax, zwan, jas, dorx and renee. the remaining 3 i can't find because it seems like everyone has been tagged already. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex: male. do i look like a les? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] tall&lt;br /&gt;2] big hands&lt;br /&gt;3] piercing(s)/tatts&lt;br /&gt;4] makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;5] looks like spike =)&lt;br /&gt;6] likes music&lt;br /&gt;7] caring/sensitive but no sissies please&lt;br /&gt;8] not hongster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually now i read through this it's pretty funny because my exes have like less than/exactly half these qualities. lol. never mind. those qualities are that of a dream guy so obviously it would be a bit of a stretch to find him so early in life. and anyway i'm perfectly happy with him. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-113966579256357907?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/113966579256357907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=113966579256357907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113966579256357907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113966579256357907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2006/02/8-features-of-perfect-partner-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-113940416004706192</id><published>2006-02-08T23:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:39:20.103+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i detest all teachers who have nothing better to do than walk around catching girls for their hair/earrings/earsticks/socks etc. kindly lay off. so sick of you. confiscated dunno how many transparent earsticks so far. transparent earsticks are ALLOWED, damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just an observation, no offense meant: 3e4 seems to still be stuck in their sec2 class cliques. move on people. that was last year. what's wrong with trying to get to know your current class a lil better? i'll never understand people who want to stay with the same group of friends always. sure they're close to you, they understand you but there's also nothing wrong with getting to know more people right? give 3e4 06 a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-113940416004706192?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/113940416004706192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=113940416004706192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113940416004706192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113940416004706192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-detest-all-teachers-who-have-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-113914784625034259</id><published>2006-02-06T00:24:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:27:26.260+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i wanna get a tatt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 more years to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-113914784625034259?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-113842942092350082</id><published>2006-01-28T16:41:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-28T16:53:40.933+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in love with the song "Kiss From a Rose" from batman forever which is so weird because i can't stand batman. like, at all. and yet i'm watching the video 50+ times in a day. let me just say that there are some very spastic scenes of batman and robin running around in the video, and a fantastically gay shot of seal himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after messaging ulr this morning i realized that the past few days each time i switch on my phone i'll get a message immediately. and when i check the time, it's only a few minutes before i switched on my phone. so coincidental. i'm psychic =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading "Interview With a Vampire" and "The Witching Hour", i hereby declare Anne Rice the best author of the supernatural. christopher golden and stephen king have been booted off the top position on my list. seriously, her books are amazing. i'm gonna get the dvd for Interview. too bad no movie has been made for any of the Mayfair witches yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but did you know that when it snows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen&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/7924182-113842942092350082?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/113842942092350082/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-113819697916998796</id><published>2006-01-25T23:38:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:24:40.856+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god. the camp rocked so damn much! hahaha. i love the activities, the instructors, especially david/gabriel/fabian god david is damn crappy and funny and lame! he's a gymnast and sagittarius =) only abit taller than me yay. haha. he kept suaning me about being too light an anchorman -.- and i got a little more tanned. i wanna get really tanned, so dark brown. gabriel is chao dar already. then he said dunno what, i'm still too pale, then we exchange skins. -.-haha. i love all the high ropes. but the kayaking and nature rumble sucked, mainly because they involved water. extremely dirty water. i dunno, i just hate water-related activities. but i love heights. so funny. everyone prefers it the other way around. lol. but now i have muscle aches all over! campfire was great; too bad e4's item was similar to e2's. that visa card advertisement, only e4's was about frogs. jonathan's laugh.... anyway the lion dance was cool. =) i like our mealtime cheer. very cute. oh, and banderlog won the overall thingy! hahaha. e4 rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doncha wish your sister was hot like clement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doncha wish your mother was sexy like zhuo en&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;donchaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;doncha baby, doncha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-113819697916998796?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-113732712431007282</id><published>2006-01-15T22:27:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:13:53.683+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love the ncc boots! i noticed when we had drills on friday. it's just damn nice la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's something seriously wrong with my computer's sound system whatever. i turned the volume knob all the way down and yet it's still as loud as ever. -.- and it's been nearly a month since i got my exam pieces and i still can't decide which ones to choose. corant or allegro? rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night my neighbour was calling his cat indoors. now, normally he is the *strong silent type* [actually more of silent. i've never seen any remarkable feats of strength from him so far] but when he was calling his cat, he turned into a totally different person.&lt;br /&gt;neighbour: mercury! where are you?&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;neighbour: c'mere lil kitty! come to daddy!&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;neighbour: mercuryyyyyy! *claps hands*&lt;br /&gt;*faint meow*&lt;br /&gt;neighbour: mercury, come in, i'll give you a fishie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by that point i was laughing too hard to note what he was saying but i assume the cat finally came because later i heard the gate shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have such a weird neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he has schizhophrenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just a note: mr ong wears OP pants. serious. his beige pants have the OP logo below the pocket. oh my my.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7924182.post-113715265811851615</id><published>2006-01-13T21:57:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:14:18.166+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. i wanna join debate. but there's no time for the meetings on thurs/fri. thurs there's music. friday sectionals/drills. wtf. i like debating =( and that mep. should i continue? it's gonna eat up most of my time, and i still have to concentrate on bloody chinese and maths. but i sorta like the class though it's so long. 3 hrs 15 mins. omg. actually...it's ok. but will have to take the theory major one. cause no time for duets. rahhs. detest composing. figured bass. harmony everything. the teacher is so......no word to describe her. she's like.....ok never mind. just take it that if she's a man she'd be gay. i have no idea how to explain it any other way. shit. this year is so full. everyday there's some crap on. and ssp. it's stupid. a waste of time. i'd rather go only for certain subjects, not all. like mr ong's ssp. if he has it, it's going to be like when he teaches in class. everyone will be asleep and he'll be droning on and on. grr. life is filled with pointless things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;curving beneath my skin, i feel you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;crushed, you fragile creature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and it's all my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7924182.post-113525566249558210</id><published>2005-12-22T23:15:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:17:42.506+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh stupid friendster it's like oh sorry there has been some problem accessing this site if you think it's incorrectly categorized go to symantec internet security center and complain your ass off bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-113525566249558210?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/113525566249558210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>band camp was so much fun. loved the long practice hours on all songs especially benny goodman. bunking with renee, jiaying, youwen, hui yan and yan yu was so funny. we were tired but couldn't sleep due to the people on night patrol. haha. the night games were fun too, though the haunted house was not scary at all. could see everyone in there. someone followed me around with a feather duster. =X ticklish. the water bomb game was crazy. haha. was soaked thoroughly. who came up with the idea of adding flour?! yuck. running around the parade square barefoot was a little painful but so worth it, because it was nighttime. the view of the moon from there's amazing. it was full moon btw. but there were bad situations during camp as well. mr chew walked out =( i do wish he'd stop. he is very good you know. the other one was so many people falling sick, especially after drinking the milo prepared by ms chan. urgh. but in all, it was quite fun. haha. hope next year's is as fun. thanks all seniors who helped prepare it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-113490533510436048?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/113490533510436048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=113490533510436048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113490533510436048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113490533510436048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/12/band-camp-was-so-much-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-113413120781671605</id><published>2005-12-09T22:40:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-09T22:56:47.826+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. the child aid concert totally rocked. some really talented performers there. except for those jazzkids or whatever they're called. they aren't that good. but it doesn't matter anyway, consisdering how good the other performers were. they more than made up for their not-so-good dancing. but i think the best were abigail sin [like duh] and jhanini sridhar. i swear, abigail's hands were a blur, she moved that fast. god, i love liszt ballad #2. i thought it was already amazing, but last night, it became even more beautiful. dare i say it? she is as good as maksim. *swoons* and jhanini sridhar. wow. her voice is totally blow-you-away. just close your eyes and....sigh. she is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. ooh and those two little latin american dancers were soooo cute. haha. i like the dance. i wanna learn salsa! hahaha. and cello and breakdance and a whole lot of others too long to list here. haha. hmm. and i love nathan hartano's version of fly me to the moon/come fly with me. and that other guy who sang eyes on you. pretty good as well. so that's about it. don't feel like detailing the rest; maybe another time. hope child aid becomes annual or something. haha. that'd be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-113413120781671605?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/113413120781671605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=113413120781671605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113413120781671605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113413120781671605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-113396036280281066</id><published>2005-12-07T23:15:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:29:22.813+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder though. why sometimes people hang on to something when they know that it's useless to. even though it means too much but you absolutely have to let it go so you can move on. it seems as thuogh both ways are equally painful. hanging on to the thing hurts because of past memories and all. letting go hurts because you're never sure if you'll be able to get it back. it's too complicated most of the time. i think life would be so much clearer if every choice one has to make is based on the implications it will have, advantages/disadvantages, etc. but in the end, a choice will still have to be made, no matter how hard. i suppose if wishes came true, we wouldn't be like that now. then again, i don't even know what you'd wish for. maybe to never have met me. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;desidero appena che il giorno non verrebbe mai. ti amo così tanto. sono spiacente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-113396036280281066?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/113396036280281066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=113396036280281066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113396036280281066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113396036280281066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wonder-though.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-113283460466621109</id><published>2005-11-24T22:36:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:46:44.680+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is by far one of the funniest articles i have read in a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men Vs. Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handwriting:&lt;br /&gt;Men: To their credit, men do not decorate their penmanship. They just chicken-scratch.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Women use scented, colored stationery and they dot the "i" with circles or hearts. Women use ridiculously large loops in the "p" and "g". It is a pain to read a note from a woman. Even when she's dumping you, she will put a smiley face at the end of the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groceries:&lt;br /&gt;Women: A woman makes a list of things she needs, then goes out to the store and buys those things.&lt;br /&gt;Men: A man waits till the only items left in his fridge are half a lime and a beer. Then he goes grocery shopping. He buys everything that looks good. By the time a man reaches the checkout counter, his cart is packed tighter than the Clampett's car on Beverly Hillbillies. Of course, this will not stop him from going to the express lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;Women: When a relationship ends, a woman will cry and pour her heart out to her girlfriends, and she will write a poem titled "All Men Are Idiots". Then she will get on with her life.&lt;br /&gt;Men: A man has a little more trouble letting go. Six months after the break-up, at 3:00 a.m. on a Saturday night, he will call and say, "I just wanted to let you know you ruined my life, and I'll never forgive you, and I hate you, and you're a total floozy. But I want you to know that there's always a chance for us." This is known as the "I Hate You / I Love You" drunken phone call, that 99% of all men have made at least once. There are community colleges that offer courses to help men get over this need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity:&lt;br /&gt;Women: They mature much faster than men. Most 17-year old females can function as adults.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Most 17-year old males are still trading baseball cards and giving each other wedgies after gym class. This is why high school romances rarely work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magazines:&lt;br /&gt;Men: Men's magazines often feature pictures of naked women. Men are turned on at the sight of a naked woman's body.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Women's magazines also feature pictures of naked women. This is because the female body is a beautiful work of art, while the male body is lumpy and hairy and should not be seen by the light of day. Most naked men elicit laughter from women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathrooms:&lt;br /&gt;Men: A man has 5 items in his bathroom -- a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of Dial soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn.&lt;br /&gt;Women: The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 437. A man cannot identify most of these items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes:&lt;br /&gt;Women: When preparing for work, a woman will put on a wool suit, then slip on Reebok sneakers. She will carry her dress shoes in a plastic bag from Saks. When a woman gets to work, she will put on her dress shoes. Five minutes later, she will kick them off because her feet are under the desk.&lt;br /&gt;Men: A man will wear the same pair of shoes all day. Let's not talk about how many days he'll wear the same socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats:&lt;br /&gt;Women: Women love cats.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children:&lt;br /&gt;Women: A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and soccer games and romances and best friends and favorite foods and secret fears and hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Men: A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing Up:&lt;br /&gt;Women: A woman will dress up to: go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, get the mail.&lt;br /&gt;Men: A man will dress up for: weddings, funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry:&lt;br /&gt;Women: Women do laundry every couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;Men: A man will wear every article of clothing he owns, including his surgical pants (the ones that were hip about eight years ago) before he will do his laundry. When he is finally out of clothes, he will wear a dirty sweatshirt inside out, rent a U-Haul and take his mountain of clothes to the Laundromat. Men always expect to meet beautiful women at the Laundromat. This is a myth perpetuated by reruns of old episodes of "Love American Style."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Out:&lt;br /&gt;Men: When the check comes, each man will each throw in $20 bills, even though it's only for $22.50. None of them will have anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back.&lt;br /&gt;Women: When the girls get their check, out come the pocket calculators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors:&lt;br /&gt;Men: Men are vain and will check themselves out in a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Women: They are ridiculous; they will check out their reflections in any shiny surface: mirrors, spoons, store windows, bald guys' heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menopause:&lt;br /&gt;Women: When a woman reaches menopause, she goes through a variety of complicated emotional, psychological, and biological changes. The nature and degree of these changes varies with the individual.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Menopause in a man provokes a uniform reaction - he buys aviator glasses, a snazzy French cap and leather driving gloves, and goes shopping for a Porsche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Phone:&lt;br /&gt;Men: Men see the telephone as a communication tool. They use the telephone to send short messages to other people.&lt;br /&gt;Women: A woman can visit her girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the same friend and they will talk for three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Gere:&lt;br /&gt;Women: Women like Richard Gere because he is sexy in a dangerous way.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Men hate Richard Gere because he reminds them of that slick guy who works at the health club and dates only married women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna:Same as above, but reversed. Same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toys:&lt;br /&gt;Women: Little girls love to play with toys. Then when they reach the age of 11 or 12, they lose interest.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Men never grow out of their toy obsession. As they get older, their toys simply become more expensive, silly and impractical. Examples of men's toys: little miniature TVs. Car phones. Complicated juicers and blenders. Graphic equalizers. Small robots that serve cocktails on command. Video games. Anything that blinks, beeps, and requires at least 6 "D" batteries to operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameras:&lt;br /&gt;Men: Men take photography very seriously. They'll shell out $4000 for state of the art equipment, and build dark rooms and take photography classes.&lt;br /&gt;Women: Women purchase Kodak Instamatics. Of course, women always end up taking better pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locker Rooms:&lt;br /&gt;Men: In the locker room men talk about three things: money, football, and women. They exaggerate about money, they don't know football nearly as well as they think they do, and they fabricate stories about women.&lt;br /&gt;Women: They talk about one thing in the locker room - guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies:&lt;br /&gt;Women: Every actress in the history of movies has had to do a nude scene. This is because every movie in the history of movies has been produced by a man.&lt;br /&gt;Men: The only actor who has ever appeared nude in the movies is Richard Gere. This is another reason why men hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry:&lt;br /&gt;Women: Women look nice when they wear jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;Men: A man can get away with wearing one ring and that's it. Any more than that and he will look like a lounge singer named Vic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Men: Men need a good disagreement to get talking. For instance, "Wow, great movie." or "What are you, nuts? No REAL cop would have an Uzi that size."&lt;br /&gt;Women: Women, not having this problem, try to initiate conversations with men by saying something agreeable: "That garden by the roadside looks lovely." "Mm hmm." Pause. "That was a good restaurant last night, wasn't it?" "Yeah." Pause. And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leg Warmers:&lt;br /&gt;Women: Leg warmers are sexy. A woman, even if she's walking the dog or doing the dishes, is allowed to wear leg warmers. She can wear them any time she wants.&lt;br /&gt;Men: A man can only wear leg warmers if he is auditioning for the "Gimme the Ball" number in "A Chorus Line."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends:&lt;br /&gt;Women: Women on a girls' night out talk the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Men on a boy's night out say about twenty words all night, most of which are "Pass the Doritos" or "got any more beer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restrooms:&lt;br /&gt;Women: Women use restrooms as social lounges. Women who've never met will leave a restroom giggling together like old friends. Women also go to the restroom in packs, at least two women at a time excuse themselves to use the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;Men: Men use restrooms for purely biological reasons. Men in a restrooms will never speak a word to each other.  And never in the history of the world has a man excused himself from a restaurant table by saying, "Hey, Tom, I was just about to take a leak. Do you want to join me?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-113283460466621109?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/113283460466621109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=113283460466621109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113283460466621109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113283460466621109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-by-far-one-of-funniest.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-113188839880940050</id><published>2005-11-13T23:53:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:56:38.823+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friendster is so damn laggy&lt;br /&gt;i could&lt;br /&gt;1. rearrange the stuff on the computer table&lt;br /&gt;2. surf countless websites&lt;br /&gt;3. find 2 songs&lt;br /&gt;4. paint 4 toenails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in the space of time it takes to load a single page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-113188839880940050?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/113188839880940050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=113188839880940050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113188839880940050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113188839880940050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/11/friendster-is-so-damn-laggy-i-could-1.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-113137036840201896</id><published>2005-11-07T23:42:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:02:48.460+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ytd's cip was waaay fun. it was held at bedok reservoir btw. so during the first break, all the e4 girls except for steph and su han i think went for 2 boat rides, one after the other and it was so fun i bet the driver [mr tall dark and handsome] got kinda weirded out by us screaming nonstop haa. then we went to get balloons which in the end wound up being released cos it's nice watching them float away. lol. the ground was like SO muddy and squishy. ew.&lt;br /&gt;later on, chun and i were so hot we went to one side of the road far far away from the teachers and had a water fight =) found out the best place to wet someone is down their neck where it's freezing, even more than down your hair or wherever else. lol. and we dragged yiz along after we finished about 3 bottles of the newater and soaked her too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;later on for some reason i forgot we went into the smelly disgusting yucky tiny suffocating unflushable totally &lt;strong&gt;gross&lt;/strong&gt; mobile toilets [seperate ones duh] and yiz and chun went out first though i was still locked inside. and when i couldn't stand the stench any longer i went out and found out the yiz had been trying to unlock the door. -_- oh wait now i remembered. it was because we were trying to hide from mr quek since we didn't go to his performance. haha. and i was inside because i thought he was still outside, probably talking to them. omg. i'm like so gullible? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to get more balloons but wound up with ice cream, earrings and drinks instead. when we returned we played this truth or dare game involving how long you can not laugh. and i tell you it is impossible to last even 10 seconds cause when you look at yiz you start laughing. and the truths were ranging frm lame to gross. worms were somehow dragged into it. ew ew ew. and the dares were to wet ourselves again. and just when we were nearly dry -_- haha. but it was really fun. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-113137036840201896?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/113137036840201896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=113137036840201896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113137036840201896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113137036840201896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/11/hahahahahahahaha-ytds-cip-was-waaay.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-113119670439566994</id><published>2005-11-05T23:34:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:55:07.686+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emotional.&lt;br /&gt;these few days.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;if only i could say everything that i keep secret...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm scared that you'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;and then what?&lt;br /&gt;after everything that we've gone through, what happens after that?&lt;br /&gt;i wish we could talk together like last time.&lt;br /&gt;but now it's just.....silence. so awkward.&lt;br /&gt;i hate feeling this vulnerable.&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;em&gt;vertigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please make me feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-113119670439566994?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/113119670439566994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=113119670439566994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113119670439566994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113119670439566994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/11/emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-113050048303872658</id><published>2005-10-28T21:22:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:24:56.053+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'll miss &lt;strong&gt;2e4&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss all the crazy times we had together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sec2 camp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lit evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dance performances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cip visits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lame jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;vitamin D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;memories all flooding me these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;why is it that letting go is always this hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2e4 will always be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;if not physically, then in spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we'll be seperated next year, but we'll always remain a class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2e4 forever&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/7924182-113050048303872658?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/113050048303872658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=113050048303872658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113050048303872658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/113050048303872658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/10/ill-miss-2e4.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-112938200860094555</id><published>2005-10-15T22:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:49:26.363+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i guess the past few days i haven't really been myself. been doing a lot of stupid, crazy things and i don't even fully realize why. but i'm going back to the beginning, all the way back to primary school. work upwards from there. today, went back to rosyth for practice. cos i missed them all. plus i met sir the other day and he mentioned that some of the gang was still there, so yeah. next step would be art. for maybe two rounds? then it will be tennis and walks. step by step. bit by bit. and maybe it will be back to normal. twisted is nice, but not 30 twisted. just 137 will do. i know now. last year was too out of control. part of this year too. but 2004 worse. but it's over. stop dwelling on what happened. &lt;em&gt;the past is in the past&lt;/em&gt; and it won't repeat itself anyway. these few days i'm gonna straighten it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-112938200860094555?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/112938200860094555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=112938200860094555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112938200860094555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112938200860094555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-guess-past-few-days-i-havent-really.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-112877050645082038</id><published>2005-10-08T20:33:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-08T20:51:49.016+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm freaking happy these few days, for a number of reasons =) haha according to some people i just walk around smiling at nothing (!) hello that isn't true, i'm smiling at my thoughts?! because most of the time, like when you remember smth funny then you just smile so see, it's normal, i'm not being spastic or whatever. haha. well, so, exams are over, i totally flunked my maths &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt; rahhs and i just discovered this cd of andrew lyold webber's songs they are all so damn nice esp. "all i ask of you"  lalala, i've figured it out alr =D and there's also other stuff/people/things/occasions etc etc too many to write down but it's not all happiness [so sad]. so far, other stuff connected to the happy stuff has been, for some twisted reasons, not so great at all in fact sometimes it makes me happy but then just a word or smth to that effect would be so disheartening but nvm, life can't all be fun and games right? but i don't get how things which are supposed to be positive can somehow get twisted around so easily to be something negative. argh. it makes no sense. whatever, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-twisted poems that make no meaning-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-112877050645082038?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/112877050645082038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=112877050645082038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112877050645082038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112877050645082038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-freaking-happy-these-few-days-for.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-112606797861969278</id><published>2005-09-07T14:08:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-09-07T14:09:38.623+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>check this link out&lt;br /&gt;goddamn funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6194/239/1600/lotrtruthordare.gif"&gt;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6194/239/1600/lotrtruthordare.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-112606797861969278?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/112606797861969278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=112606797861969278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112606797861969278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112606797861969278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/09/check-this-link-out-goddamn-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-112522504146572969</id><published>2005-08-28T19:47:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-28T20:00:41.510+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 reasons why you should not be counting your eggs before they hatch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. they might not actually hatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. you might think that they are chickens but in actual fact they are ducks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3. worse still they might turn out to be crocodile eggs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. and then they have ferocious crocodile parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. they might be a left over easter egg prank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. the easter bunny might come and kick your butt for stealing its eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7. people might step/trip/fall/throw/drop/cook/eat/lose/smush them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;8. AVA might take them away for checking for bird flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;9. your eggs might be rotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10. you might suddenly realise that the eggs are rocks painted beige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-112522504146572969?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/112522504146572969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=112522504146572969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112522504146572969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112522504146572969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/08/10-reasons-why-you-should-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-112488505844834625</id><published>2005-08-24T21:17:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:34:18.453+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm well i guess the main topic of discussion these days among the sec2s would be what module to take for next year, as in everytime you are in a conversation sooner or later someone is bound to ask "so what subjects do you  want to take next year?" and this will then fire off a whole noisy round of questions, discussion, comparison etc etc and this will usually last from anywhere between 1 min to 10 mins come to think of it now it seems quite a short time but at the time when discussing it, it seems quite long like maybe 15+mins? in any case, it's so confusing, first they would decide to take one combination, but then after the first few days before the talk a vast majority of the people were not keen on it at all however after the talk so many people want to take it whereas after we talk to the seniors we ditch that again and change our minds once more. but it's very hard to decide now, i mean afterwards when you grow up you will most likely change your choice of career and thus your subjects taken  would mostly be invalid so what is the point of choosing now? unless you are really sure that you want to have that career and you will never change your mind no matter what but in any case, there are some careers that aren't covered within  the various combinations but it's too bad there aren't more choices to choose from for next year. it's kind of scary to think how fast this year has flown already and next year will probably go as fast and before we know it we will be forced upon the o levels argh but never mind, that is still some years away and one should always live in the present because it's no use looking ahead if you can't see it for sure [did that make sense?] let me rephrase: we can't foretell the future so life is pretty much  a gamble hey actually that's why it's fun you never know for sure what's going to happen, what others are thinking even what you will do but i guess that's part of the game, not knowing what lies ahead. although sometimes it could also be frustrating but it doesn't matter much anyway because there is always the option of making informed, educated and intelligent guesses based on people's hints and behaviour and from there one can pretty much discern what exactly is going on unless, of course, the behaviour has been misinterpreted or one has been recieving wrong information but if that is so, then just give up and move on and forget about the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-112488505844834625?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/112488505844834625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=112488505844834625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112488505844834625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112488505844834625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmm-well-i-guess-main-topic-of.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-112358834970908114</id><published>2005-08-09T20:32:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-08-09T21:35:44.546+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh...am sick again..i think it's flu...but whatever... it's so crappy now can't watch movie tmr *sigh* hmm....i cut my hair in class...haha....was so bored....no regrets tho....but i won't cut my hair until dec or around there....trying to see if i can last that long without thinning it but i seriously doubt it...haha took a quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disorder  Rating&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Schizoid: High&lt;br /&gt;Schizotypal: High&lt;br /&gt;Antisocial: Low&lt;br /&gt;Borderline: Very High&lt;br /&gt;Histrionic: Low&lt;br /&gt;Narcissistic: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Avoidant: Low&lt;br /&gt;Dependent: Low&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive: Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i didn't know i was nearly psychotic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-112358834970908114?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/112358834970908114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=112358834970908114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112358834970908114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112358834970908114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/08/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-112186072355240395</id><published>2005-07-20T21:14:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:28:43.563+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jia jie recently posted on his blog a song about omelettes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so i shall retaliate with one about him aka potato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this is also to the tune of 3 blind mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3 potatoes [2x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;see how fast they roll [2x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;they all rolled after the farmer's wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;who cut them in half with a carving knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and fried them up to make french fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6 french fries [2x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and see, this is a poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;because everything rhymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;vaguely*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;unlike yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;muahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and there is the potato in the dell or whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;that one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i dunno the lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;someone will soon sing the omelette version of that song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;esp cos it's music tmr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;music is fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tickling is fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lately everything has been so fun and crappy and lamed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;until i think it's either they influence me or i influence them or we're all equally crazy but didn't realise until now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but either way there isn't much of a diff, is there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;there is a very effective way to shut kc up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it involves a certain waterbottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and eric is very bo liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;keeps emptying out ppl's pencilcases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my poor bao bei kena harrassed at least twice a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;steph's one was turned inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;not too sure if i like my new seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kinda cramped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and noisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but also fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;too bad.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i said nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kinda awkward with melvin still?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sighx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;now all n lvl ppl dao-ing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;like wth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it's not much of their business anw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;freedom to break up with steads anytime you want right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;rahhs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;over the holidays i think my 3/4 of my brain rotted away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i can't do any maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i can't rmb history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and tdy i forgot how to write xu yao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yes, both words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and may i remind you all that those words were learnt in primary skul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the fashion fusion thingy is fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;outfit finally completed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;doreen looks hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-112186072355240395?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/112186072355240395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=112186072355240395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112186072355240395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112186072355240395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-112156891515528086</id><published>2005-07-17T12:17:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-17T12:25:15.163+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ytd celebrated wan chun's/ eric's birthday after skul. =) celebrated in the canteen, and so many people were staring =P then eric got pillared on the noticeboard *ow* it looked really painful oh well then as for the cake I think barely anyone ate it. We all used it to cream each other. potato went to dump a huge chunk of cream on my hair so I threw a strawberry at him. Muahahahakz. But very very fun. After that went to mac meet reb and gan ge. Tdy he act so -.- lamed out. Sheesh. But kinda fun anw. Left ard 4.30 to go to the ballet. It rocked!! The dancers are pro-ded. yupyup. I love fort caning park now!! haha.but seriously, it's nice. And park mall is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I think I'm gonna break with Melvin now. I thought he could be the one but ……..after he did that....I don't know. I feel so mixed up.....how could he be like that really? I keep thinking it's all a big mistake but then when I phoned him to discuss it......and you are so callous. Unfeeling. Insensitive. Asshole. arghhhhh...........u asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole asshole&lt;br /&gt;oh forget it what's the use? You'll be history by Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-112156891515528086?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/112156891515528086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=112156891515528086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112156891515528086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112156891515528086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/07/ytd-celebrated-wan-chuns-erics.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-112091023052749972</id><published>2005-07-09T20:36:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-09T21:27:11.880+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;whoots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;won tix to see ballet under the stars: little mermaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'd really wanted to go so badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;if i didn't win them i'd cry or smth i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cos i ain't allowed to buy it....too ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but so yeah x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and i'm now asst student conductor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;weee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;should be quite fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thanks to whoever suggested me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'll do my best for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;after long long thought i decided this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i'll give up on spike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cos it wouldn't be fair on angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but i'm afraid i'll never meet anyone like spike again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but...well....nothing lasts forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and...there's still another year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we could be friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;anyway there's angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;he'll always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;most importantly though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i can be myself with angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and if we love each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;well then it's as close to perfection as we can get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that's it i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;too bad she had to intefere with spike though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we could have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;he said as much......that one time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what am i writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;rahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-112091023052749972?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/112091023052749972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=112091023052749972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112091023052749972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112091023052749972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/07/whoots-won-tix-to-see-ballet-under.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-112048511064704007</id><published>2005-07-04T23:12:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:21:50.653+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;today....didn't do much. just walked around orchard with him =) ok it may sound boring to some but i don't care, it was just so so nice. yup yup. hee. i like initial d [the movie] erm still don't quite see what's so nice about a ferrari, but nvm. hmm....then at coffee bean, got the disgusting tea haha it's red like so gross and he still dare to drink =X mm wanted to buy that living dead doll but unfortunately it was $60+ = ( shall have to save like crazy if i'm gonna buy all the things i want...let's see....there's rachmaninoff scores, living dead dolls, ripcurl wallet, that bracelet we saw tdy in paragon, and so much more. rarr. then we spent nearly an hour in kinokuniya just discussing/looking at/comparing the tarot decks. oh yeah i want one too. there's a gay deck -.-''' it didn't look very gay, though. nvm. and this gothic deck....and rider waite....hmm....and then this funny thing happened on that lotr figurine....i kinda think i'm too fickle or smth? i can't believe he managed to last a whole year on a stead.....that's unbelievably l0ng. usually will get tired after awhile. oh forget it. i'm rambling. anw tdy was really nice........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-112048511064704007?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-112005344561600855</id><published>2005-06-29T23:14:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:27:25.646+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh god&lt;br /&gt;The academic orchestra Zurich was nearly perfect. Nearly. Alm0st. But not quite there yet. But wth? They still sounded so nice. Only thing is that I think the f horns were like abit scared to blow it out or smth so they cldn't pitch the higher notes....one of them kinda like made a wrong note and it was very obvious. =X nvm. The songs were nice. Esp &lt;em&gt;The Marksman&lt;/em&gt;. So deep. And foggy....…&lt;br /&gt;But.....…&lt;br /&gt;The best part was Dimitri Ashkenazy, solo clarinetist. He was like unbelievably good. Totally perfect. He didn't go out of tune once, even when he played in 3rd register, and he memorized the entire concertino which is roughly 20+ mins. And his technique is amazing. From the circle area, you can see his fingerings and they are all so fast and smooth and confident and etc etc. wow. He's so damn freaking pro. I'm speechless. Annnd I got his autograph! WeeE! Hahaha. Ok. I sound so childish. Heck...its unbelievable. Really. it's like i gave him the programme to sign then he asked me if I play any instruments so I replied clarinet &amp; piano &amp;amp; he just went off about clarinet playing. =XxX er...ok....but it was still kinda interesting though. Too bad Singapore dont have his cds. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what is perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dimitri Ashkenazy is perfection incarnate.&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/7924182-112005344561600855?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/112005344561600855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=112005344561600855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112005344561600855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/112005344561600855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-god-academic-orchestra-zurich-was.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-111898005619234312</id><published>2005-06-17T13:00:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:17:36.200+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>continueation from camp entry....haha.....practically one week after camp was over...such a slackerrr. i remember who i danced with....min thu =X but it was ok lah. height does not matter during the mary moon dance. =) that dance rocks!!!! weee. then for the past few band practices, me and renee have been dancing to it like siao....haha....we did smth really crazy ytd....me and jiaying and renee and yunjie...we bot this 1litre tub of rocky road after we ate lunch, went to a nearby void deck and attacked 3/4 of it. omg....ice cream war....haha...so fun. and the weird thing is that my nose didnt run, and i didnt cough once while eating the ice cream. so0o0o...rocky road is a cure for flu!!! haha! then 5 mins into band prac, renee was like, lisaaa i'm gonna puke it...ahhs.... yup. haha. tried a new piece, smoke on the water. so nice...but apparently the tubas or bass clar [dunno which] seem to have problems with the rhythm. some parts are a bit tricky....but nvm. jiayous ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-111898005619234312?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/111898005619234312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=111898005619234312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/111898005619234312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/111898005619234312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/06/continueation-from-camp-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-111867091443727641</id><published>2005-06-13T23:00:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:25:14.473+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sec2 camp was fun. Really. Especially when you consider who were my campmates. Well....yeah. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...the first day, had a leadership course first thing. My group was called Pink Pigs. -.- Pigs are cute. We're insulting them this way. And one of my group members kept parroting my ideas. For example, I came up with the idea of having our group name as Greenpeace because our group is Green, and one of the school's values is peace. And we could do the peace sign in the cheer. So I said the idea, but maybe I said it abit softly or something(?), which actually still doesn't excuse his behaviour. His copycatting behaviour. Less than 5 mins later, he went and repeated my entire idea and went like, yeah, isn't it a good idea? Then Huiling who was sitting beside me said I thought Lisa already said it but he just went on yakking like nobody's business. Then during the cup and string game, I came up with this method and was discussing it. He was standing beside me, then he went off. Late on, when  I suggested my idea, Ziyu went, oh ***************** already said that. Wow. I didn't know you were really such a copycat. Whatever. I won't waste my blogging time on the likes of -you-&lt;br /&gt;The mass dance was fun, although I can't remember who I danced with. But duh he was taller than me. Sigh. Feel so....short. Being short sucks. That Chaplin guy was kinda cute, as in the funny cute not hottie cute way. His dancing is quite good. Oh, and there was that ZH senior from Lowrey piano. I think I forgot her name, though we know each other. =X Oh wells. Speaking of piano....I got a stinking 89 for theory! I got  a distinction! But so low....never mind. Better than a merit. Arghs...I'm sick of typing so properly....more later. If ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-111867091443727641?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/111867091443727641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=111867091443727641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/111867091443727641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/111867091443727641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/06/sec2-camp-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-111459964543631967</id><published>2005-04-27T20:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:30:45.436+09:30</updated><title type='text'>spanish rocks</title><content type='html'>hoy era extraño, para decir el lo menos. geografía fallada, y merecí completamente morir, pero mi sino es todo hasta la diosa. el hecate puede elegir cómo debo morir. aspiro. uno de mis mejores temas, y era tan satisfecho en cuanto a holgura mientras que estudiaba paraella. no cuido. de ahora encendido, si no muero, estudiaré hasta que muero de todos modos. aunque al principio mí estaba así que presionado sobre él, pueble vino animarme para arriba. asombrosamente, algunos de ellos eran mis classmates. por ejemplo, el ligón caminó yo a casa a medio camino. y manejado realmente hacerme risa, aunque era como hablar a medias muerto con él. el elefante me ayudó con d y t. congriegue a comandante me excusó de práctica debido a la cuota. grazias. estoy apesadumbrado sobre él, aunque. tomboy satisfecha en biblioteca. ella está fresca. y hecho le para arriba con el líder del grupo. puede ser resistente al principio, pero espero que poder convertirnos quizá más cerca pronto. aunque no sé sobre percussionist. ella es una tuerca resistente a agrietarse. no deseo morir, pero i no es afilado en vivir tampoco. robbie williams sucks. sí. pero si tengo que, . no voy a romper mi voto. puede la diosa decidir si vivo o muero. y el sec 3 estaba ausente estos 2 días. tan triste. lo falto. hay un agujero en mi alma; usted puede verlo en mi cara; es un lugar grande verdadero. él parece tanto punto. y perdí 2kg -- sin intentar uniforme. ululación. esto es grande. tan sí. y deseo JK tanto...pero siempre que imagine una escena romántica, el comandante de la venda empuja de alguna manera su manera haciaadentro y enrollo encima de besarlo o lo que. tan estúpido. deseo el punto tanto que me asusta. y espero sinceramente que cualquier persona la lectura de esta entradano pueda entender español.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-111459964543631967?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/111459964543631967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=111459964543631967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/111459964543631967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/111459964543631967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/04/spanish-rocks.html' title='spanish rocks'/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-111357344548888031</id><published>2005-04-15T22:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-04-15T23:37:51.830+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHOOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ZWNDS GOT &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh my freaking GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;this rawks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wE rawk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:) on the tagboard, eat your heart oUt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;check out this link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.syf2005band.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;http://www.syf2005band.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;funny sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;even syf judges set up blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;when we got the news, everyone was screaming and jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;even those serious ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the never display emotions one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;all were shrieking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and at last count, had 9 people crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy news cry fer wadd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think it was jacko's solo tt clinched the gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;she like totally wowed the judges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;summore 2 of them were eupho players also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;u go gal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thruout the whole thing, i was like, ok this is syf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;better do well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it's like can't feel anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;no fear/nervousness/excitement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;jux numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but when we were playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's like suddenly we were so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i'm all, this is fuN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it was over so &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;fast&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;go in, play for abt 10 mins or so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;then walk out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;go back skul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wait for results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;walk at pasar malam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;boring la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;then yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;results, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*see above*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we hadta bun our hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my bun came out 3 tyms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cos too thick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;-_-'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think mrs chew must've used at least 1/2 the bottle of gel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my hair felt so stiff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and we all looked so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;maLe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bwahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and toot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;high waisted pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;no blazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;aiyah, wth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;still in shock, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mcb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;silver is still ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;jiayous for next syf la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;u guys rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MR CHEW AND MR MASREE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;THANK YOU SO DAMN MUCH FOR TURNING US INTO A GOLD BAND WITHIN THESE FEW MONTHS!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you guys are unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-111176108255870408</id><published>2005-03-26T00:18:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-03-26T01:02:33.733+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wheeeepies. today went out with issy n theo to watch ms congeniality 2. so so funny. wanna watch again x) hilarious. we met siu fang n doreen dere....so watched tgt. bot nachos n popcorn n theo's shorts got decorated with cheese, the floor with popcorn n tissue....bwahahas. cheesy bloody shorts. lolx. hmm. den took niupwynts. =) but theo escaped. *aRBish* whyy? takkin nipwynts is fuN. made krazie poses *winkss* lubb der one with the pynk n black background. nice nice. yuppx. fwadadaaas. yeah. i kept going "fwadadaas" during the movie. issy was lyk, sharrduppp! muahahakz. n tt ending part, where tt gay-ish guy goes, careful, i'm handling *******? it was the final straw. we two were lyk shrieking with laffter. yeah....lame...but it seemed sho farnie at tt tym. ok. nvm. ytd was dads bd. xD happie belated bdayyy smilex. auntie frm hawaii came down. yay. she's fun. but her visit not very....i mean....it was ok larr....she bot a cute doggie. but...like honestly...sis wasnt happy 2 c her. dunno why. but if u bu shuang also nonid ta show her ryte...fake one lahx. pissed. like, why do ppl nv say what they really think? everytym i do tt, ppl r surprised...or angry...or jux dun wann 2 believe...//self-delusion\\ haha...i rmbed lit. sheesh. tt reminds me. so crappy okie...jux cos i din paragraph so minused 1 mark. shitty. ly english, cept tt one minus 2 marks. crap lahx...if not cud haf gotten better marks. haix. ok nvm. cheer up. n i nv thot she cud be a councillor. liek how do dey choose anw? blind assholes. i'm not tokkin abt anyone frm 2e4, btw. frm another cls. heh. dun mind me. jux pissed with her. wadevr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;istiuulovemyfire&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/7924182-111176108255870408?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/111176108255870408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=111176108255870408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/111176108255870408'/><link rel='self' 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laming. but wth. so yeah. came up w/ sum interesting ideas [mainly jj's =p]. in the end settled on shades of cols. but actually i prefer elements. nvm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then....chi. hahakz. no nd 2 say. maths...um...found out tt the hw is 2b done in the maths ex. bk then i go n do in maths nb. *shakes head* imma blurqueen. so stayed in during recess 2 copy. still cant fyn sci. prac wb. i die lerr.....y am i owaes so damn careless?!? such a blardie big bk n i can lose it. haix...eng, nth much. d&amp;t, played ard. heez. yeahhs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;den after skul went mcb. thx 2 mai jie. ytd nyte she fone n force me 2 go back 2day. wz lyk damn tired aft skul okayy....then still hadta drag mi sorry ass to the mrt station then mfss under the hot sun....aiyo....u see....jst 4 the sake of mi old SL's bday i suffer so much =P reach mfss, saw mr tan. he lked super pissed cos he wz practically screaming at e sec1s when i came up :x [[sec oners...he' actually a vy nice guy kays...dun wu hui ta...]] so jst waved then chiong 2 band storerm. found yu yan n gab xm prez 2 pass 2 theo 2 pass 2 xm [ diao ] n 2 ppl were practicallt making out in there *aHem* get a room cannn. then downstairs met mingjun again. does he stay back ebriiday or wadd? so far, this is mi shortest visit. less than 15 mins. =) ohh yeah. did rahman go back? saw his name abv mine in the guestbk. n tell me if xm lyks her pressie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tmr going bck rosyth awhile....so sad mr ng oredi retired....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-110777138059933368?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/110777138059933368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;friday went back mcb again. so damn fun!!! =))))))))))) wahaha played a fool, cos it was sectionals tt tym mahx. but so sad, issy gt stupid hmt so nv go *aRBisH* i think frm now on i can onli go back on fridays cos mon/wed mst leave early sigh so yeah....mainly friday frm now on. or mebe if i leave early...? wth lah. if i feel lyk going then i go. can a not, ppl?? haha....theo had an ulcer so i cop her clar n play =) noah's ark roX!!! lubb the 2nd pg those scale-lyk thingy bar with e acciacatura n ebriithing. [ok i've juz read back wat i wrote n i dun think i made much sense....but those whu heard tt pt knw wat i'm sayin......ryte??? ahhz...dun tell me i cant even make sense when i trY....] so anw, the onli tym theo gt her clar back wz when wai kit tested ebriione tt apocalypse II. rest of the tym it's in mi mouth. muahahahas. thk u theo, fer having a sore throat so tt i can play yor clar. arrgghh...her clar is sO much betta than tt lousy yamaha zhsb gib. their clar is the type of clar i got in sec1 horhs....damn lan de T.T then when i play theo's clar, can rili hear/feel the difference. sound is so much mellower n no nd 2 chui so hard 2 get a 3rd register note out. sighhhhh but wth lah. mebe next yr can gt another clar? hint, hint. ehh....let's see....jok kuan came back, nadhirah, him =) uhmz anyone else? dun think so... oh yeah...theo damn bian tai lor, want 2 get mi attention will pull mi shirt sleeve. n mi pe shirt is lyk damn big lor. i wore size s but it looks lyk size xxl. hugeee. so she pull ryte, then the sleeve will...ahem. ifo mcb summore! den we kip going u les u female chee ko pek etc etc. [[oh. speaking of CKPs, when i wz in 132 on the way 2 mfss, there wz this sec 3/4 peicai guy whu kip staring at mi butt. damn sick lor. then wanted 2 sit but stupid bus wz so blardie crowded so hadta endure until he went off. at first i thot he wznt rili staring, budden when i move ard he still stares. asshole. nth betta 2 do izzit?]] yeah. then theo told me tt matt chose me frm the council list. i dun believe lor!! haha...rmb last tym we owaes step on each others' shoes...n tt incident in pri2...hilarious. but anw. still dun believe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[lubbed tt prac. ebriiwun so crazy. juz a note]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok so i stayed until end of prac, abt 5.30 or so. after band, we 5 reallie went nutz. screaming n running all over the ground floor of mfss c2.....wahaha....ppl all stare at us *smirks* we onli calmed down when we reached the busstop. fer lyk 10 secs. then i realized i 4got 2 walk in the grass so i did tt then dunno whu say got dog shit in there so i screamed then hui wen say shuddup lar she tokin crap one. piangs....scare me lor i thot i rili step in dog shit....ahakz.... haha...i lubb mi jie/momie/dad/cousin/jie/jie/godsis. wahaha. crazy people....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm...dis morning played tennis. out of practice ler, so long nv play. so i wz lyk whacking ebriithing sideways or outta the court. so pro de hor? :x haha....but got one tym i managed 2 whack the ball straight at mi dad n he missed so won one pathtic game. gotta play more....n then after tt hadta go fer tuition, but mi right arm wz all trembly n jellylyk so handwriting wz horrible. haix....2day is the last day me n toby in same sc. cls....after 2day mst go fer friday cls n thurs cls respectively....wadevrr....mebe estee is in friday cls. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok....actually i dun feel much lyk blogging. so bb fer now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;btw "me" say whu u r. dun be such a coward. i oso wun kill u or wateva 4 correcting me on haikAl's name &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-110707446662689150?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/110707446662689150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=110707446662689150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/110707446662689150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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out*fagged*fatigued*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SigHs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zhonghua is a sadistic skul...so much pressure n it's not even cmn test time. last nyte, fell aslp over mi compo at lyk 9pm onlie. then woke at 3am or so. diaoz. so got fed up n decided 2 juz rush thru it this morn b4 skul. so i did. n she nv even ask 4 e stupid compo. if i knw she's gonna be liddat, i wldn't've bothered with tt essay. anw ebrii nyte oso gotta stay up 4 hw....now got perma-hei yan quan. lolxz. but at least with mi specs it's not vy obvious. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n life has become wurxz...i'm being forced 2 cut down on ma coffee cos caffeine is "not gud fer yor health" blahblahblah. n oso 4 e sake of preserving mi white teeth *grins* but seriously man. how 2 survive w/o caffeine???? if only got caffeine gum, lyk tt nicorette or wadevr shit tt thingy is called...kopiko is nort niceee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wahhs....so sad....cant go back 4 xm's bday thingyyy cos tt wk got crap cmn test T.T haix.....then summore he say i'm onli his sis.....aiyah wanna quit skul liao&lt;/strong&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;ahhs....gotta go...mi bed is now mi fav place in the entire universe n it's calling me.....siren serenade *sinks in2 bed*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLISS&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/7924182-110666283841610872?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/110666283841610872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arghhhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from now on, i solemnly vow to STAY UNTIL THE END OF EVERY MCB PRAC I GO 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will neverr leave at 4.30pm again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tt idiot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come so bloody late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahaxz. unbelievable news: jonathan is in lurbbeee. yeapps, da guy whu said tt lovin turns guys into sissies is now...urm...one of them =P lks lyk he gotta eat his wds *grins* no offence dude, if u c dis. but seriously larrs....guys arent sissies jst cos they lyk a gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeech. ytd i ate aloT. even i cant believe how much i pigged out. lets' see.&lt;br /&gt;breakfast: bread n a big cup of milk. then noodles.&lt;br /&gt;lunch: big big plate of rice. then a sandwich. then soup.&lt;br /&gt;dinner: more rice. n ice cream, followed by apple/banana.&lt;br /&gt;2hrs after dinner, i puKed all over the bathroom. haha. hadta wash the toilet n spray air freshener so rents wldnt smell anything. but it was seriously GROSS. da puke's all gloppy n smelly n....okay i wun say anymore. feel lyk pukin now when i think of da scene. lolxz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;if i dont die from stress, i will attempt suicide&lt;br /&gt;so i wun nd 2 face tt humongous pile of hw every freaking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hands up ebriiwun whu thinks nicole richie SUXX!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;bitches r usually interesting, but not nicole.&lt;br /&gt;nopez&lt;br /&gt;i've got an ulcer. dunno how i got it. n it hurrtx. i put salt on it abt a million tyms oredi but it's still there. shooo. go awayyy u aint welcome here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really crappin in dis entry&lt;br /&gt;shall end here. put all da readers outta their misery. =P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-110647016216594422?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/110647016216594422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=110647016216594422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/110647016216594422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/110647016216594422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2005/01/some-crap.html' title='some crap'/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-110629191142424641</id><published>2005-01-21T16:45:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:51:43.773+10:30</updated><title type='text'>monday when i visted mcb etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally went back mcb =)) cos theo they all kip pestering mie lol. then told chanel n nurul m tt i'd be coming back tt day then they say will mit me, in the end pang seh me, go there cannot find them -.- but still had lotsa fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;went cam1, then alot of ppl stared cos i was still wearing mi zhss uni. then met fadhilla n tt malay gal[wads her name??] tok crap as per normal, then hadta go take tt ugly visitors pass *sigh* mr felix low lorr, die die oso muz make me wear tt ugly vistors pass de...haix. when i reached the band rm, they were having warmups so i stand at the percussion tt syd. the first person 2 c me was......jolene!! she looked so shocked then suddenly smile so brightly i got abit shocked :x budden she drag me 2 the chimes n ask why i come back, how's zhss, comment tt i've grown taller [nuh uh. 3cm is not much] blahblahblah. only when the band finished then she let me go 2 the clarinetist tt syd. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then when i walked out mr tan vy scary....at first i thot he nv c me cos his back was towards me, budden when i walked up 2 him, he suddenly boomed "so why u come back?" omg! scarieee! so then toked 4 abt 5 mins then he asked if mr chew got ask abt mfss syf piece then b4 i cld ans, jonadab hollered "he nv ask lah!" how did he knw?? anw, mr tan ask summore stuffs then let me escape 2 the empty chair besyd kiesha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then me n her n issy n huiwen kip toking n sirah kip glaring but we all didnt notice until she "sssHH-ed" at us so loudly. lolxz. juz lyk last tym. so many ppl cut hair...but elsie's doesn't suit her....hmm...oh yeah haikAl got retained back in sec4. sad. budden kiesha so bad, say tt he got retained 2 make may happy. dotz. tt's like, so mean...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so while they warmed up, i was so bored. nth 2 do...then when i asked izzy why they ask me 2 come back, she say "2 c u duhh" -.-" ask me 2 come back juz so tt they can stare at me while i sit there, bored outta mi mind?? pengs...but honestly, i was rather bored, cos i didnt bring a book along n i cdnt play sb's clar cos they were warming up so i juz stare at ebriione. lalalaaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when warmups ended, i went 2 take the zhsb syf piece, by loch n mountain. it's so damn easy n sounds awful. pass it around the 1st n 2nd clar ppl then went 2 sit wif theo. wahaha....vy vy fun, we kept stepping on each others' shoes. dun ask me why. later on, while we were listening to tt armenian dance or wadevr it's called, a bunch of sec1s came in n i'm like, wats yr height? theo heard n started laffing, so xm asked her why n theo told her so she reached over n poked me n say im so bad. lol. but seriously, two of them looked taller than me. i cant sTand ppl being taller than me all the freaking tym. i'm the 2nd shortest in 2e4 alone. grr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i spent most of the rest of band prac playing a fool n sign languag-ing da whole gang around mcb. lolxz. think mr tan got kinda irritated but he didnt say anything so we juz continued. hahakxz. but hadta leave at 4.30 cos i wanted 2 get home b4 6pm. then stupid bus driver take so long. last yr the journey was around 1hr15mins but on tt day, it took me 1hr n 35 freaking minutes!!!! rents were so pissed tt i was late. but wth. those....um....2 [or 3?] hrs were wayyyy fun. mcb rox!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juz one regret abt tt day: he didnt go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=((((((((&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tues: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;band prac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one word: sucky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;need i say anymore?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wed:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stayed back 2 put up cny decorations. ebriione is so enthu... it was really funn. we messed around wif all the deco stuffs 4 like an hour until miss tan came in n started screaming at us for wasting tym. hahas. then after she left, we all buckled down to worK. well, kinda. shaun got bored after helping me cut out the words so he picked up the styrofoam "o" n started playing frisbee -.-" cos we were decorating the letters. stupid keng chong [nahhs. not really] said tt the "i" i deco-ed was encouraging us 2 du buo. wt?? i only put those clubs, spades, hearrtx n diamonds on it. doesnt mean 2e4 muz obey=p but he qiang tt letter away frm me n paraded around the classroom with it. omg....n a bunch of ppl kinda dropped an egg. n rebekah accidentally marker-ed the wall. but other than those "incidents", the decorating went quite smoothly. until sophia had started crying, 4 some unknwn ryzzen. she didnt wanna say, so ruihong went 2 fetch sjab peepx n miss tan. they sent her home, budden after this, no one felt like continuing so we packed up. btt, it was oredi 6+. lucky we left when we did, else i don't think i cld complete mi h/w AND watch charmed =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thurs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lit class, we hadta choose actors 4 each of the members in PBC's gang. chose james marsters 4 dally. *do i hear issy sighing?do i c theo rolling her eyes?* =P&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;nyah nyah nyah. james marsters rox&lt;br /&gt;band again&lt;br /&gt;only nice part was stomach crunches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-110629191142424641?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/110629191142424641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=110629191142424641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/110629191142424641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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lolxz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14/1 friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cme period was damn fuN okay!! all the grps hadta build a "tower" from recycled materials n mi group's tower so shi bai de, ben lai is the tallest then late collapsed cos gt not enuf boxes. see, bala brought all those long cardboard tubes used to hold saris, then we 5 all go n use them n boxes to make the "tower" but lyk i said, not enuf boxes n masking tape lorr so we vy scared 2 let go of it...wahaha, all e grps wait until the last second then let go their towers. n mi grp the tower fall in slow-mo....shd haf seen miss tan's face. n ebriione ws laffin lyk crazy. in the end, after abt 3 mins or so, oni got onE pathetic tower left standing. incidentally, it was the shortest one. so wadd does tt tell u ppl? tt shortest is stable-est! wahaha...i'm lame...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then after skul went 4 tuition again...on mi way there, i met becky!!!=)))) so long nv c her...since oct/nov '04 ... shd be bahz. so anw i was going escalator tt time then she was coming down so i stood there n screamed her name lyk some siao char bo :x n she saw me n we were hugging n ebriithing but it was kinda painful cos i was carrying mi books, n she was carrying so manY bags so we're pokin each other.lolz. she juz came back frm camp ][humpfxz zhss still nv organise 4 s2s][ so we cldnt tok long...but now seeing her, i realised i rili miss our old frenship. we cld tok abt practically anything but now...no time liao =( at least got msn. tt nyte, we had a long long nonsensical tok on msn haha. girl, best of luck with kenneth *winks* hope u manage to get it! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so then went back serangoon 2 pass mi mum mi skulbag, else i'll haf 2 drag it around the whole day. i'm lazy larrs...so go back n pass 2 her. then in the mrt, saw clarissa's younger bro. uhh wad's his name ar? 4got ler....omg i'm so bad.. i 4got mi da jie's younger bro name!! *sobs* wateva larrs...reached kovan, had abt 1/2 an hr b4 tuition starts so walked over to the interchange 2 c wad r all those small little shops abt but they're all borin...nth nice...then saw samuel aka samsung chia. n i'm lyk, wtf mit so mani old frens in less than 1hr! n tt's not all.....on mi way home i met jarryl -.-" actually tt's not vy surprising cos he went st gabriel's so bound 2 mit ebrii now n again. he's so taLL now humpfxz. still rmb last time in kim tian he was shorter than me =) but now u compare our heights....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then later on, i logged on 2 do hw but got bombarded by msgs instead. so i answer answer answer until nv do any work *bad gurl* n now oso...i'm blogging instead of doing hw =P so chatted with theo, becky, jiaxin, karan, her n him =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::` theo....i'm not offended by wat u advised okayys? i knw u did it as a fren, n i think u've kinda got a point. but i still wanna find out first....n in the meantime, i'll kip finding things 2 hate. lolxz. cant wait 2 go back mcb....i think i might be able 2 go on mon/wed =))) but xm bday tt thing i dunno....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::` becky....tt was funn! haha....so u rili wanna "zui" him? if he doesnt haf a gf, go ahead! heck tt he's poly larrs. if u rili lyk him, then go. actually....yeah....if u do lyk someone, u shd let him/her knw else it may be too late...then u may nv find out wad they rili feel 4 u....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15/1 sat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;went 4 tt stupid award thingy. waste mi time oni...so boring....shd haf brought a book. mi zhss sr was there. surprising he recognized me. after the thingy, went expo cos got book sale =) lotsa buffy books. sad to say, i read most of them oredi. same 4 smallville. oh yeah....i saw sirah/sihah there!! they cut their hair....looks muCh nicer than last time's  'do. n oso saw tt malay cher frm mfss....4got his name oso....but he rmb me. so abit wad lor...dunno how 2 address him, in the end juz smile n wave. *blush* wanted 2 buy nail polish but cldnt decide on the shade. is purple or red nicer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this wkend so far kip mitin ppl....hahas....vy nice. wonder if tmr will mit anyone else...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-110586070388281929?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-110526022657057347</id><published>2005-01-09T20:05:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-09T19:18:16.336+10:30</updated><title type='text'>poemz</title><content type='html'>I never asked for the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted the rain&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask for these feelings&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanted this pain&lt;br /&gt;I never asked for forever&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted your lies&lt;br /&gt;I never asked to be left with&lt;br /&gt;These heart-wrenching cries&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask for the moon&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted the air&lt;br /&gt;I never asked you to love me&lt;br /&gt;I never asked you to care&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to love you&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to fall&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to succumb&lt;br /&gt;And give to you my all&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask for the world&lt;br /&gt;Or for the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;I never asked you for something&lt;br /&gt;But I always longed for your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming Of You&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the soft, green grass,&lt;br /&gt;beneath the sky, so blue,&lt;br /&gt;with the gentle breeze blowing,&lt;br /&gt;I sleep and dream of you.&lt;br /&gt;I feel your arms around me,&lt;br /&gt;your soft lips on my cheek,and finally,&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly happy,&lt;br /&gt;for love, I no longer seek.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining brightly,&lt;br /&gt;there's not a cloud in sight.&lt;br /&gt;followed by a sky full of stars,&lt;br /&gt;when the day turns into night.&lt;br /&gt;And there you are, still with me,&lt;br /&gt;when I finally realize,&lt;br /&gt;that I truly am in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;as I gaze into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;So, finally, as I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking of you,&lt;br /&gt;and I realize that what I just dreamt,&lt;br /&gt;was a dream that will never come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Broken Heart&lt;br /&gt;We once were together,&lt;br /&gt;but now we are apart.&lt;br /&gt;oh, god, it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;I think you broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The love I felt for you grew and grew,&lt;br /&gt;but before I knew it- we were through.&lt;br /&gt;This poem is from me to you because&lt;br /&gt;I always thought you loved me true.&lt;br /&gt;So, I will move on and&lt;br /&gt;I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;because my feelings for you&lt;br /&gt;they were so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;When we walked together,&lt;br /&gt;hand in hand, it seemed to me&lt;br /&gt;I ruled the land.&lt;br /&gt;But, now that it's over&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a four leaf clover.&lt;br /&gt;You use to be my light,&lt;br /&gt;you guided me through every dark night.&lt;br /&gt;You picked me up when I was down&lt;br /&gt;and now you're gone without a frown.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you kiss,&lt;br /&gt;now that you're gone, that I totally miss.&lt;br /&gt;You made me happy when I was sad,&lt;br /&gt;you made me glad when I was mad&lt;br /&gt;I think with that- you can start a fad.&lt;br /&gt;You treated me good,&lt;br /&gt;the way I thought people never would.&lt;br /&gt;You lifted me high,&lt;br /&gt;gave me wings, so I could fly.&lt;br /&gt;Losing you... I thought I'd die,&lt;br /&gt;but that turned out to be a lie&lt;br /&gt;Because, now, I believe there will be a special guy.&lt;br /&gt;I realize now looking through my beautiful eyes,&lt;br /&gt;There will be that same surprise waiting to arise.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you looked at me with such sparkle and so much glee,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you felt that same way... but only for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed In You!&lt;br /&gt;Although I understand I can do nothing&lt;br /&gt;To change the mistakes I've made&lt;br /&gt;I hope when you read this you'll realize the truth&lt;br /&gt;In what I'm about to say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to try to cover it up&lt;br /&gt;Like many other people will do --&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'll tell you I'm honest in saying&lt;br /&gt;That all I want is you.&lt;br /&gt;So many nights I've lain sleepless in bed&lt;br /&gt;Meditating on your face&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't face up to the fact&lt;br /&gt;That in reality I've lost the race.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I could live without you around&lt;br /&gt;You mean the whole world to me&lt;br /&gt;If I could go anywhere on Earth&lt;br /&gt;In your arms is where I'd want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Too many tears have streamed down my face&lt;br /&gt;To not let you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;At times it seems this whole thing is a dream&lt;br /&gt;Until I remember. . . it's real.&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was some way I could prove to you&lt;br /&gt;How special I think you are&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of keeping these feelings inside&lt;br /&gt;It's gone way too far.&lt;br /&gt;Never have I felt what I'm feeling right now&lt;br /&gt;You've put me in a trance&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't make you regret it&lt;br /&gt;If you give me just half a chance.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think you fully understand&lt;br /&gt;How much I care for you&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason I get the feeling&lt;br /&gt;That there's nothing I can really do.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't think twice about giving my life&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep you from harm&lt;br /&gt;You're so much more perfect than I'll ever be --&lt;br /&gt;Your voice, your smile, your charm.&lt;br /&gt;You're all I ever think of anymore&lt;br /&gt;When I hope or dream or cry&lt;br /&gt;Countless times I've been thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could die.&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand how you've changed my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;You're more precious to me than all the money in the world&lt;br /&gt;All the glory or power or fame.&lt;br /&gt;I'd gladly give every single thing I own&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove how much I care&lt;br /&gt;I'll never find anyone as perfect as you&lt;br /&gt;You're far beyond compare.&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing else I can do&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the end&lt;br /&gt;But before I stop I want to tell you&lt;br /&gt;That you're an incredible friend.&lt;br /&gt;I only have one more thing to say&lt;br /&gt;That I really want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be an angel in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you go.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what people think of you&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling lonely and sad,&lt;br /&gt;Or if you can't think of any reason to live&lt;br /&gt;And life is terribly bad&lt;br /&gt;Or if you feel like you can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that what I'm saying is true:&lt;br /&gt;I don't care at all what happens --I'll still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't those peoms nicE&lt;br /&gt;found at &lt;a href="http://ourpastmemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ourpastmemories.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt person is rili talented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-110526022657057347?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-110474117840400257</id><published>2005-01-03T20:01:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-08T20:10:23.090+10:30</updated><title type='text'>1st day</title><content type='html'>today not toO bad&lt;br /&gt;considering I onli knew 2 ppl frm rosyth&lt;br /&gt;rebekah n benedict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy&lt;br /&gt;Im in s2e4&lt;br /&gt;ebriione is nOisy&lt;br /&gt;n crazy&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back row seat&lt;br /&gt;window summore&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;can daydream&lt;br /&gt;ifo me is lynette&lt;br /&gt;besyd is min thu&lt;br /&gt;diagonal is jia jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jj is kerazziee&lt;br /&gt;so nice&lt;br /&gt;he kip tokin nonsense&lt;br /&gt;cept its the kind of nonsense tt makes sense&lt;br /&gt;mi kind of nonsense&lt;br /&gt;yuppx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;form cher is miss tan&lt;br /&gt;damn strict&lt;br /&gt;ebriione scared of her&lt;br /&gt;but cos today 1st day&lt;br /&gt;so she relax abit&lt;br /&gt;but according 2 lyn&lt;br /&gt;she gib aLot of hw&lt;br /&gt;=(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese cher nv come&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;so fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;didnt mean to&lt;br /&gt;but got breeze n ebriione wz reading&lt;br /&gt;so quiet&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;zZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolxz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mebe will join de band&lt;br /&gt;Im not allowed 2 join gym cos I transf&lt;br /&gt;so may as well go fer band&lt;br /&gt;otherwise all other ccas will haf 2 do wif s1s&lt;br /&gt;paiseh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's it, I guess&lt;br /&gt;kinda slpy&lt;br /&gt;whole holiday slp at 1/2am&lt;br /&gt;wake at 8am&lt;br /&gt;now nt used 2 waking at 6.30&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;think will go nap&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a slacker muahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-110420581196151311</id><published>2004-12-28T14:07:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-12-29T00:49:22.753+10:30</updated><title type='text'>npcb concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;last night went npcb concert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;they were okayy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;not awful, but not brillant either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but still vy funn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sirah nehh come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*aRBish*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;now how to pass it to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;issy came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n lotsa srs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;surprising lehh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;derek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3 other bois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yuppx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n they were so damn late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;arrive at 7.40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so we missed 1st song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;= (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but we got back row seats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;great view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;got one song,&lt;br /&gt;13 days of xmas,&lt;br /&gt;evryone juz got up &amp;amp; started walking/dancing onstage while playing their instruments&lt;br /&gt;pro de...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n then they sprayed crazy ribbon n fake snow all over the stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;when it ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we were all screaming like crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;calling for encore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but only gib one time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm sure they were tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he's a jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but despite his assholic behaviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we still had fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;altho i'm not gonna forgive u anytime soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u cant spoil my fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;asshole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-110420581196151311?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/110420581196151311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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prac</title><content type='html'>sniffs&lt;br /&gt;final band prac&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i missed 3hrs of it!&lt;br /&gt;stupiD council&lt;br /&gt;n u knw wat...&lt;br /&gt;now ibrahim is PA I/C&lt;br /&gt;PA die liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IBRAHIM SUX!!!&lt;br /&gt;when karan tested him e hall PA system on mon&lt;br /&gt;he press all e switches&lt;br /&gt;bt nv on main switch&lt;br /&gt;summore drop 2 mics&lt;br /&gt;wanna strangle him liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karan oso wanna strangle me&lt;br /&gt;kip saying nw gt no I/C AI/C&lt;br /&gt;wahaha&lt;br /&gt;i think dis is prolly e 1st time it's ever happened in e history of mfss&lt;br /&gt;lolxz&lt;br /&gt;so i make theo AI/C&lt;br /&gt;cos at least she can do hall PA&lt;br /&gt;w/o dropping anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anw&lt;br /&gt;reached band at 12.20pm&lt;br /&gt;den mi clar still nv repair&lt;br /&gt;so i sit &amp;amp; listen 2 apocalyps II&lt;br /&gt;den lunch time gib clar 2 mr tan 2 send 4 repair&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss it....&lt;br /&gt;issy dared me 2 kiss it...&lt;br /&gt;u guess lah i gt kiss or not =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den lunchtime so fun&lt;br /&gt;ate prata wif e whole gang &amp; sherlyn&lt;br /&gt;we were lyk e noisiest ppl in e whole hawker centre&lt;br /&gt;den tok lyk crazy&lt;br /&gt;until we realized it wz already 1.15pm&lt;br /&gt;so ran back 2 skul&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; band rm so empty&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brasses went 4 sectionals&lt;br /&gt;wwinds kena mr tan&lt;br /&gt;each person play soLo...&lt;br /&gt;scariee&lt;br /&gt;but i lyk e running notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den on e way 2 e bustop&lt;br /&gt;we 6 walk 2gether again&lt;br /&gt;[[how did it happen!!]]&lt;br /&gt;so anw&lt;br /&gt;every few steps we walk&lt;br /&gt;we will stop &amp; laff&lt;br /&gt;dunno why lor....&lt;br /&gt;we all bo liao de =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;den theo lent me her council shirt 4 tmr&lt;br /&gt;so i throw it&lt;br /&gt;n den when i wz throwing it 2 kiesha&lt;br /&gt;e whole bag buRst&lt;br /&gt;n e shirt comes fLYing out&lt;br /&gt;wt...&lt;br /&gt;funny funny funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den..um...i think it wz kiesha who started it&lt;br /&gt;or wz it theo?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;anw&lt;br /&gt;we were all walkin right&lt;br /&gt;when suddenly issy shrieked&lt;br /&gt;really LOUD&lt;br /&gt;elsie sherwin etc walking in front of us all turned around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den when i wz turning around&lt;br /&gt;theo go &amp;amp; tickle me&lt;br /&gt;so it turned in2 a tickling war&lt;br /&gt;diaO&lt;br /&gt;so many ppl were staring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n den theo suddenly air-kissed me&lt;br /&gt;n we all lyk wtf r u doing?!&lt;br /&gt;*shocked*&lt;br /&gt;den she lyk, i dunno&lt;br /&gt;crazy gurl&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;no saliva involved i dun care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sound so les*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;listening 2 AII now&lt;br /&gt;feel lyk crying&lt;br /&gt;mr tan plaed it during band prac&lt;br /&gt;den i gt all teary eyed&lt;br /&gt;sad sad sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaiX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why but all of a sudden i'm sooooo hungry!&lt;br /&gt;stomach growlinG&lt;br /&gt;hahakz&lt;br /&gt;cant wait 4 fridaeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bored&lt;br /&gt;i will think happy thots&lt;br /&gt;stay positive&lt;br /&gt;yuppx&lt;br /&gt;no depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda hard 2 believe&lt;br /&gt;bt now i'm thinking e transf isnt so bad&lt;br /&gt;cos i can still go out w/ e band gang&lt;br /&gt;can still visit&lt;br /&gt;can still plae clar&lt;br /&gt;will finally B awae frm all e ppl i dun lyk&lt;br /&gt;all those fake frens&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lyk making a list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7924182.post-110233894936221222</id><published>2004-12-06T23:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-12-06T23:49:20.903+10:30</updated><title type='text'>birthdae =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wheee&lt;br /&gt;2dae mwah bdae&lt;br /&gt;me now 13!!&lt;br /&gt;fiNAlLy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okae&lt;br /&gt;2dae went 4 band&lt;br /&gt;i knw....i siao de, go band on mi bdae&lt;br /&gt;but heck lah&lt;br /&gt;i lubb band&lt;br /&gt;*sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;band vy fun&lt;br /&gt;learnt new piece, apocalyps II&lt;br /&gt;sounz so nice....minor....&lt;br /&gt;but WWinds vy pressure&lt;br /&gt;mi longest rest is onlie 4 bars x&lt;br /&gt;plus fingerings kip rushing&lt;br /&gt;haix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;during sectionals in hall&lt;br /&gt;e whole clar section plae ryte,&lt;br /&gt;den xm conduct us&lt;br /&gt;den she clap clap clap&lt;br /&gt;but stop every 2-3 bars 2 scream&lt;br /&gt;"wai kit! slow down!"&lt;br /&gt;rather funny&lt;br /&gt;summore jok kuan nv cum back&lt;br /&gt;sAd =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft band, mi dad picked me up =)&lt;br /&gt;no nid 2 sit in bus 4 1+ hr ler&lt;br /&gt;he dropped me &amp;amp; my sis off at compass pt&lt;br /&gt;bot earrings&lt;br /&gt;scrunchie&lt;br /&gt;walked around&lt;br /&gt;den dad picked us up again&lt;br /&gt;*mi chauffeur* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;went home 2 open prezzies&lt;br /&gt;all so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prez list&lt;br /&gt;1. joshua bell cd =) josh bell roxxx!&lt;br /&gt;2. silver necklace&lt;br /&gt;3. op wallet&lt;br /&gt;4. scented soap [smells so yummy]&lt;br /&gt;5. turquoise pendant! finally haf mi birthstone =)&lt;br /&gt;6. more earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppx&lt;br /&gt;nice prez huh?&lt;br /&gt;happy happy&lt;br /&gt;ooh&lt;br /&gt;thx 2 evey1 hu sent smses/emails&lt;br /&gt;esp sarah: ur email so cuteee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh&lt;br /&gt;gtg ler&lt;br /&gt;more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;_._muackxz_._lubbin e WWW_._&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/7924182-110233894936221222?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/110233894936221222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=110233894936221222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/110233894936221222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/110233894936221222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2004/12/birthdae.html' title='birthdae =)'/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-110217398723819420</id><published>2004-12-05T01:05:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-12-05T23:30:58.643+10:30</updated><title type='text'>peirce band exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yestr wz pretty fun....i guess....nt vy sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;went peirce SS 4 band exchange program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PSS is sO old....saw a liZArd backstage =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;everything is lyk falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sEriOUsLy okae...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ryte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8.45am approx. at MFSS foyer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me &amp; angie found dis millipede/centipede/earthworm/wateva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sum kinda crawly thingy wif many many legs &amp;amp; sum yellow stuff coming outta it's arse when it moves around *disgusting*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but we juz plae wid it cos e woodwind bus so late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;den we wanted 2 put it on sUmONe'S seat ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but we gt no free hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cos gt 2 carry stands + clarS =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9am approx. PSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;arrive &amp; set up instru &amp;amp; stuffs on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dats when i saw lizard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so grossed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anw, plaed SP Rhapsody wid dis angmoh conductor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;vy fat, floppy hair [which is nice =P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wait i mean he's fat okae...nt his hair is fat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12pm 'zackly PSS canteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PSS so gud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;provide lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;packet rice wid veg/chicken/tofu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but i nv eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cos nt vy hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so juz drink chrysanthemum tea n watch ppl eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm lyk e onlie MFSS person nt eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;..so paiseh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;den eat finish ler, me angie huiyi siling go explore PSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;quite nice lah.....but e building cols r so eWwish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dat place is yeLLoW gREen bLUe puRPle n rEd okae...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gt no sense of col coordination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*me so bad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1pm PSS hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;prac huntingdon celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mr tan vy bAd de..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we were supposed 2 sight read HC dat dae hor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but he actualli gib us lyk 3 wks b4!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ahahaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;den e PSS conductor so hepi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we picked it up "so fast"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;den i kena caught by sirah 4 wearing NP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but thk god jok kuan defend me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sae if she wear den i shd oso B able 2 wear*LiFESavEr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thk u thk u thk u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2pm PSS hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PSS band came back frm AVA rm where mr tan wz conducting dem in Danse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dey all si de nan kan, i tell u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mr tan looked sO fed up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;den we plae HC DD SR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;plae until finger/mouth/back/shoulder pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sTiLL cant do DD bar 82-90 nonstop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;will run outta breath halfway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so SAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;muz prac more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh shit!!!i left mi clar in sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;craP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i so dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh yar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;did i mention PSS band vy small?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dey onlie haf OnE trombone player!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n 10 clarinetists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n 2 flutists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2 oboeists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;0 eupho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;patheTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;how r they gonna go 4 SYF next yr?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kenneth is oboeist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he look so cute de....he so big den oboe so small....lolxz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tts abt it 4 fridayyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2dae:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nth much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;go 4 maths tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eh, wat kind of tutorial centre starts in dec? so cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;summore dunno wat standard form mrs teo tokin abt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i cannot do std form in algebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;die ler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;den in piano, mi piano cher abs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so got dis relieve cher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;she vy funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mi whole lesson, i plae wateva i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dat lady juz kip on smsing nonstop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aft piano, i went 2 cut my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;now it's so short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but at least can still tie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;altho i haf 2 put abt 50million clips 2 kip mi fringe off mi face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;den hit orchard rd 2 c xmas deco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nth much lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gt bored halfwae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;reached home at 10+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;switched on fone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3 ppl smsed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;including him!!=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;__..happy..__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i guess it doesn't take much, does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;_ me lubB yeW alwaes _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924182-110217398723819420?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/110217398723819420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924182&amp;postID=110217398723819420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/110217398723819420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924182/posts/default/110217398723819420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/2004/12/peirce-band-exchange.html' title='peirce band exchange'/><author><name>♀♪♩  Ｌĭsà   ♬♫╠ ╣ ♂</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04569203888276750112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924182.post-110156096059672636</id><published>2004-11-27T23:35:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-12-02T00:18:06.650+10:30</updated><title type='text'>band farewell party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.:26/11:.&lt;br /&gt;in da morning i woke up EaRlYyY...7.30am=) furse tyme i wake up so early widout alarm clock de...yay. vy excited cos got baND faREweLL paRtiE....sure 2 b fun de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so anw, i wz gettin readie 2 go den issy call 2 sae can wear home clothes so i change den faster chiong 2 busstop cos i scared i late....den make issy wait nt beri nice. luckily i arrived abit early, so meet issy in canteen &amp; go up 2 band rm baHt it's LoCkeD haix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;den met jonadab &amp;amp; theophilus &amp; kena forced bai dem 2 help carry da food. trays were so blardie oily lorz...ewwwwww....wash wif soap so mani tymes but mi poor hands still didnt feel clean nuff....so gross de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh yar, so sad theo &amp;amp; angie &amp; hui yi can't cum...den amirah/aqilah dun wanna cum *aRBisH* but nvm cos still got lotsa s4/5/jc seniors cum back =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;den all e s1s stae outsyd e BRm on e benches [dunno y leh...=P] den funnie thing happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i took off mi necklace cos it wz 2 long so i wanna adjust. when i took it off i realised i tied e knot 2 loose, dats y it's coming out so *smirks* issy hold da necklace while i bURn da string -ahahakz- cos i brought mi lighter &amp; candle mahz, so i use da lighter 2 burn it. den every1 lyk so ShOCkeD, &amp;amp; kiesha ask so lOUdly "u smoking ar?" wa lao...sae so loud....den summore dx wz walkin past at dat tyme den he look at me lyk i siao de -lolx- but anw, vy fun, da string juz FLamE up de.....hahakz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okae den awhile later we went in2 e BRm den all e s1 gurls sit 2gether &amp; discuss outfits -okae lame topic i knw, but nt lyk got nething else 2 tok abt. we were so bored, so Xcuse urse hor- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;den tyme 2 eat, me &amp;amp; issy take fishballs, chicken &amp; sum kinda onion thingy &amp;amp; go 2 e back staircase n [muahahaha] start burning da food! vy fun!! da fishball wz borin, cldnt burn properly. juz turned blackish onlie ~disappointing~ but da chicken actualli BurNEd!! fwadadaaa sO DamN FArnIe.....i cant stop laffin...we laff nonstop, lyk 2 crazie gurls [wait tts wat we are] n i laff so hard i dropt 1/2 a fishball in1 a puddle of wax, but even sOAKed in wax it stiLL cldnt burn -haix- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;den after awhile we got bored cos we burned all da food so den issy siao de, she stuck her fORk in2 da candle flame!!!! =S den i dunno wat happened, we kinda went craziER &amp; break up da styrofoam plate &amp;amp; burnt tt 2!!!so FuN man!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;den we got bored so clean up e wax [see we so guai de =P] den run back 2 BRm but anw we were still pretty late....every1 oredi started watchin e vid of e SCH perf. den cos we were late, so haf 2 sit in e onlie empty seats behind jia heng shaun kenneth jonadab n dey were so damn noisY lor!!!kip shouting out all kinds of crap....den in e mid of New Baroque Suite[i think] jonadab &amp; shaun start wrestling! sIAo de...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;den after e vid finish, we go take foto =X section by section. e clar section stand at e staircase den me &amp;amp; issy hide at e back budden stupyde daniel saw us den go &amp; sabo us by calling us 2 go down 2 e front *humpfxz* shout so loud of cos ms mok &amp;amp; jolin will hear den dey oso start callin us *so paiseh de* so we had 2 stand in e 1st 2 rows -haix- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n he wz standing at e staircase railing so heard everything.....den aft e foto takin, he wz lyk "hu ask u B so short" ~ FiNe i knw u vy tall k!! ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aft dat, chers sae dey will organise games, so most of us stick around. hang by e door, den dunno how, i slipped so now i haf a spectacularly lOnG red scratch down my back *oww* evil door vy painfuL! oh yar...da percussion gurl's pig so cUteeeee!!!!squishy &amp;amp; floppy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eh...den wat happened after dat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i 4got lerr....haiz i so 4getful. nvm i'll continue when i rmb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;which will prolly B 5 yrs later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;__dum*de*dums*da*dum__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~ mestillmissingudunevawannaleaveu ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/7924182-110156096059672636?l=chalkangellx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chalkangellx.blogspot.com/feeds/110156096059672636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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