<?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-6680161</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:53:57.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'>banana love ((:</title><subtitle type='html'>nice</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-114831200242388180</id><published>2006-05-22T22:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:33:22.440+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when the love for literature is snuffed out by suffocation, you get tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;i decline to comment further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so sorry my dear readers but hannah here is going nuts, very soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too sleepy to continue with whatever so i shall sleep, right now.&lt;br /&gt;earlier my mom was shrieking over the deplorable state of my face, as she always does, and so it needs TLC (tender loving care) right now. I shall see to it, before she adds on to my collection (initiated by mom) of skincare products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my younger brother's leaving for msia tmr on a field trip, my dad to japan on wed and my older brother in his camp as always :O that leaves my mom and i at home alone, and this shall be repeated when my dad and brother leave for thailand in June! oh, the woes of an O Level examination student..&lt;br /&gt;anyway mom suggested shopping after meet the parents this coming friday to seize this moment without the men in the house, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna sleep now, &lt;em&gt;exeunt me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pardon my incoherence tonight)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-114831200242388180?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/114831200242388180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/114831200242388180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114831200242388180' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-114268807827741984</id><published>2006-03-18T20:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T20:21:18.290+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow,&lt;br /&gt;By his best arrow with the golden head,&lt;br /&gt;By the simplicity of Venus' doves,&lt;br /&gt;By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves,&lt;br /&gt;And by that fire which burn'd the Carthagequeen,&lt;br /&gt;When the false Troyan under sail was seen,&lt;br /&gt;By all the vows that ever men have broke,—&lt;br /&gt;In number more than ever women spoke,—&lt;br /&gt;In that same place thou hast appointed me,&lt;br /&gt;To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hermia, A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-114268807827741984?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/114268807827741984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/114268807827741984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114268807827741984' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-114223765973310946</id><published>2006-03-13T14:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:14:19.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you were at stnicks on sat and are enthusing about how fiesta was a hit, i simply concur!&lt;br /&gt;it was just like the fiesta we had when i was in sec one, &lt;strong&gt;crowded, hot, sticky, noisy but fun and yummy&lt;/strong&gt;. and i was certainly savouring every moment of that spirited day!&lt;br /&gt;the good thing about our sch is really our fiestas, so for the uninitiated, please don't miss the next! we spent the day walking between ends of our compound (and for once it didnt seem like a chore) eating, playing, eating, playing etc. and i met so many people and that's a good thing =] ohohohoh and i sat the uncle ringo ride at the forum and i really thank God i'm still alive. It's a mystery how everyone thought it was lame but i was freaking out in my seat, for my dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was spent on a food hunt with andrea, gekky meibao and sijia. farrica performed her heart-trembling diploma piece, haha. Did my shift and our drinks stall sold well! except when yuanchang accidentally spat a piece of crossiant from his mouth whilst talking into chinchow pot :( It was a revolting affair and xinhui and i had to use our hands like filters to dispose of the chinchow. ALL OF IT.  all right there's too much to mention so that's about it. Fiesta over, homework beckons, and it doesnt help that this march hols's packed like sardines. SARDINES. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes and i just found out that my new top is stained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-114223765973310946?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/114223765973310946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/114223765973310946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114223765973310946' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-113854656521669030</id><published>2006-01-29T21:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T21:56:05.240+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy lunar new yearrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night's reunion dinner with my relatives was great, esp the jap food!&lt;br /&gt;oh and let me let you on to a terrible sartorial disaster that struck last night! having cut my hair some time ago, i never left the house without tying my hair up cos it really looks like a mistake without being bunched up, and of all nights i forgot to bring my rubber band out LAST NIGHT arghuhsdghr! the last thing i wanted was my long-time-no-see relatives to think i had become a freak hahaha so i went to the info counter at the club where we had dinner and got one of those cheapo red gaudy rubber bands! haha i really couldnt be bothered you knw so it was like faux pas faux pas the whole night...sigh. cant stand my brothers, they just couldnt give me a break from bad hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday my younger brother did a really silly thing too. Chinese new year blues maybe. I think we're all funny that way. He was pouring some red grape juice and i asked him why on earth he chose red grape at the super market cos it really tasted like those served during holy communion, then he paused for a moment. AND, he started singing the doxology, oh gosh. talk about blasphemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cranium is a very very fun way of keeping yourself occupied during cny! it really puts your intellect to the test haha. had much fun with my cousins playing it just now at grandma's house. okay more visiting (&amp;amp; angpaos) tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-113854656521669030?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113854656521669030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113854656521669030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113854656521669030' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-113604073570617357</id><published>2005-12-31T21:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T21:52:15.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all right last few moments of 2005 and i shall make this a quick one..&lt;br /&gt;okay, to confirm that the year 2005 had been a total mad rush, the best evidence is the blank page of a recollection i have of the year. all right to be fair, 2005 is ironically the most "happening" year of my 15 years of existence, but im sure next year would be even more shocking and the year after next, even more shocking etc. what i mean by "blank", is that, everything's almost in a blur. Oh well, paradox: seeming contradiction with greater truth. okay enough of that, let's move on to the imperative:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah's New Year Resolutions for 2006&lt;br /&gt;1. Work hard for Os (which is, by default, on every 1990 baby's list)&lt;br /&gt;2. Piano (and i have re-encountered this after a few month hiatus, rusty oh rusty)&lt;br /&gt;3. No Frills. (this encompasses a lot, so i just put it in a convenient nutshell :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's three, perhaps too little for a list but highly possible too many to keep. Let's hope i'd have done a good job a year later when i renew this!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the SATS guide for lit is quite a good read, for those who can't afford to commit themselves to a good storybk religiously =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-113604073570617357?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113604073570617357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113604073570617357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113604073570617357' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-113575293585661002</id><published>2005-12-28T13:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T13:55:35.866+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sick and tired of the affairs of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;That is, right ventricle, left ventricle, auricles, tricuspid valves, etc. Bio questions that ask the same questions over and over again and i, repeat myself over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, feeling kinda sleepy today. clara the crazy gucci called me at around 1 am while i was working on the bio like a good student to ask to go out. hahaha. we ended up talking till 330, about everything and laughing a lot. oh well miss talking to that girl so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate writer's block. it is almost customary, that i get it every year after laying off for the whole of my end of year. I deserve it. But i really abhor the way everything gushes to my mind in pictures and visuals, or even just a mere feeling, enough to send chills down my spine, and i have to take great pains to translate them into words. or sometimes i just cant encapsulate everything and i get so annoyed with myself, so i walk away to watch tv. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-113575293585661002?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113575293585661002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113575293585661002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113575293585661002' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-113401431286211692</id><published>2005-12-08T10:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T11:00:48.883+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;im flying off to shanghai tonight, and: 1) i solemnly hope i won't get frost bite 2) Hopefully i'll meet srfoo, or cat over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping for woolly(mammoth) jacket yesterday. It's really tough searching for my size- kids' too small, adults' too big. And this saleswoman said to my mom, "Kids ah? Can try can try...your daughter 12 years old only right!" For goodness sake, that's a THREE YEAR LAPSE! My mom andi were so appalled the poor lady was reduced to a sheepish look. hehe. Anyway, shopped around with my whiny little brother and finally we found decent woollies at zara. mom got herself one too. Actually, wool is so prickly it distracts you from the cold..i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear nut, i knw you're going through a really bad patch right now &amp;amp; you're right, i won't understand you cos, as a matter of fact, i'm not in your shoes. But i really hope you're taking it well and please, stop scaring yourself for pete's sake! and btw, i didn't lose your letter after all. i found it yesterday and i re-read it and i re-laughed at it. Still misssing you and cat a lot, you knw it. Love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-113401431286211692?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113401431286211692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113401431286211692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113401431286211692' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-113387082326930137</id><published>2005-12-06T18:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:07:03.280+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was reading a bit of literacy works just now and i came up with something that made me let out some guffaws to myself. (thankfully no one was around, 'therwise i would have looked mad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with Averybody And Alliteration??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just because i have been unblinded, or aliteration is becoming increasingly fashionable. Well that's not a good thing, cos everytime something gets fashionable, everyone uses it and it loses its essence. It just decreases one's variety of styles and techniques. AND it diminishes originality. I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i really need motivation to do my work. And physics's so boring it's boring holes of bore in me...haha okay that was a bit of trying-too-hard. I keep drifting off flipping open john grisham's inconspicuously. Not that it's exhilerating or captivating whatsoever, but it really beats physics. physics hates me as much as i, it. tmr shall be a rest from physics cos im gg out with mom to buy winterclothes. all right, gonna play tennis with my younger brother now, he's pestering me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-113387082326930137?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113387082326930137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113387082326930137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113387082326930137' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-113215103607112649</id><published>2005-11-16T20:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:23:56.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The reason why i have sudden urges for blogging of late is either because job attachment has been so cool i must share about it or there had been so many new things ive learnt that i just need to keep in touch with my feelings. In all cases, it's always the latter, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my feet. i REALLY REALLY cannot take it anymore! I am perpetually being brought close to tears at the sight of how my once normal feet have degenerated into shrivelled blister and cut stung ones with very visible protruding veins. And did i mention how much they hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im starting to like my 'workplace', really. The chambermaids are SUCH cute people. Haha. My supervisor, livia scolds them in this really hilarious way and thing is, they give such amusing replies that make me double over. And they always smile when they see me which means they are nice people =] Livia said she's giving me two tickets to watch harry potter 'cos she got them free and she's not a "harry potter person", hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i made some great self discovery through this : i am a very, very, very paranoid person.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. i really made a fool out of myself and when i told SR about it, she kept laughing at me. There was this staff person called Rahman, whom i didn't know of at first in our building. Yesterday, livia sent me up to one of the rooms to turn on the air conditioners and spray apple spray (!!). Well opposite that room was mr rahman in another room supervising some construction going on and i thought he looked a little suspicious so i got really nervous. When he started looking at me and walking towards me, my heart almost jumped out of my ribcage and i practically burst into the room and locked the door! somehow the lock wasnt tight enough so i ended up pulling the lock like some idiot and mr rahman kept knocking and knocking and i refused to open, freezing behind the door which lock i faithfully pulled. When i got out of the room i met him again and he kept asking me whether i was taking over Ann and i was like "ya ya ya..." It was really mean of me to brush him off but i was really scared out of my wits, fancy pressing Door Close of the lift while he pressed Door Open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i think about it again, what was i so afraid of? Later he came into my office and got some keys and before he left, he said very very carefully,&lt;br /&gt; "Sorry, can i ask you one question?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you replacing Ann?"&lt;br /&gt;i was so, so, so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like slapping myself for that man, haha. actually i do a lot of stupid things like such all the time,  it's time to do a bit of reflections heh. I should just stop being such a paranoia cos it brings out the mellowdramatic-ness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just on some random note, my brother got caught after his econs paper (i think) for having hair too long, HAHA. that was funny. because he'll only settle for a proper haircut at his favourite and one and only salon, he got a quickfix one first, which was even funnier :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end, what a long droning entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-113215103607112649?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113215103607112649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113215103607112649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113215103607112649' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-113197686368181696</id><published>2005-11-14T20:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:01:03.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MUST BLOG ABOUT JOB ATTACHMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really take a fool to realise, that i am perpetually being having physical pain inflicted upon myself :D two days ago it was that legendary, history-making, life-turning sunburn, and now, it is the bloody(literal)feet that were caused by the court shoes!! :(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that investiture/rmun days were a killer because of these shoes until i tried today. SR told me cairnhill was behind heeren, so i alighted at somerset and walked and walked and WALKED in circles till i finally reached cairnhill towers after much help all stinky. i hope no one sniffed me! FYI: cairnhill towers is next to newton mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm and i got another surprise upon reaching, that we were supposed to report to far east hq first, so i walked all the way to far east plaza again, where i met fanny, sr and gekky. we looked very misfit in our ensembles, except fanny maybe. Then we headed to guardian to buy the extra value pack of plasters and started pasting them like no one was watching. you knw, bending over to touch your feet and stuff. pain la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was attached to a lady called livia. shes nice to me but was really peeved the whole day by complaining tenants. On top of that, she speaks colourful language. can't blame her though, since she was hounded by complaints the whole day. It was quite funny when she walked up to me and started pouring her grieviances about her clients out. Bottomline: The service line is a tough line. all i did today was sort out laundry invoices and accompanied her to do inventories, which was pretty interesting. You get to see tenants from different races, like the good-lookers from brazil and italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you knw when they say 'office gossip'? i finally knw what that means. HAHAHA. the ppl in my office spoke of a lot of funny stuff - not exactly gossip, but losta small talk,  thats for sure. They asked me to join them for lunch but it'd have been so weird for me to have been eating with a bunch of grown ppl i hardly even knw! thankfully fanny saved me and we had lunch together=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go and decide what to wear tmr and think of what to do with my feet before i have to wrap them in plasters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-113197686368181696?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113197686368181696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113197686368181696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113197686368181696' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-113180743188208846</id><published>2005-11-12T21:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:57:11.930+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still feel like my insides are swishing left-right-left-right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha you could say nothing ever fails to fascinate me. Everytime i think of that image of myself paddling in the vast sea, i think about the setting of Day After Tomorrow. No where near though, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was great fun cos ive never imagined myself kayaking in the sea in that itsy bitsy boat vulnerable to any baby tsunami whatsoever. i partnered my RAISIN ROBBER and i was a good leader by encouraging her that we would eat raisins when we reached the shore. =] It was quite hilarious, we were singing dayung sampan and a thousand miles while paddling. But we figured that we should stop when we realised our trend of becoming last or knocking into some other kayak when we sang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i found out many things about kayaking today. As in, this is my second time kayaking but a kayaking EXPEDITION to and fro is really different from just splashing around near the shore. it's quite freaky actually, to watch how your imploring arms paddle non-stop despite the pain cos somehow, you've been programmed to do so. and you just keep going and going. There were also some huge waves that passed us by and at first they were a tad too thrilling but later it was kinda fun heh. As in, your kayak will just flow up and down and get carried by it. You can even feel and see the vast difference in altitude. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh yes yes yes how could i forget!&lt;strong&gt; I SAW A REAL JELLYFISH! &lt;/strong&gt;i can't believe i had to live for 15 years before i could see a real jellyfish in the water. it was AMAZING. it didnt quite look like the purple stringy ones in Finding Nemo cos it was comparatively fatter and shorter. and it was WHITE. it had pudgy tentacles too oooohooooh somebody make me stop raving about the jellyfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes and the stinging pain on my skin is bugging me to mention it right now so i shall now tell you about my fantastic sunburn. It sucks.  its really suntan overkill and now i am red! my lips look like that of a geisha and the fibreglass are causing ubiquitious pricks/itches all over! ouchouchouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay but anyway all those can't outweigh the kayaking fun. it's really really an experience but i don't want to go again though, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing ive learnt: Shocking red 'neath white shirts are a no-no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-113180743188208846?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113180743188208846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113180743188208846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113180743188208846' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-113162807142794385</id><published>2005-11-10T19:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T20:07:51.440+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We are all looking forward to tomorrow night!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's leadership camp, which i shall go after im done with E.A.T.&lt;br /&gt;and mabel just reminded me today that we can talk all the way in the night! i shall exercise some self-control for my trumpet mouth though, cos the next day would be full day canoeing and i DONT WANT to capsize - i've had experience and it was bad. but that's not gonna stop tmr from being fun, and we're all gonna return with inverted triangles figures after all that rowing. yeah right haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i shared with kitty her lime green brollie cos mine was drying (the exact same one that i shared with RAISIN ROBBER yesterday who conveniently walked away with it and let me revel in a bit of the shower) at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty's kind. We shared jokes till it got too tacky for us and we agreed that making them up ourselves would be better. then we sat at the amk bus stop munching on pretzel bits. We thought we'd make great entertainers for the members of the public you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i regret. We must have looked really silly cos i caught a few aunties and uncles giving us a couple of stares. It's okay, kitty has learnt from her mistakes :D We should stop oh-my-garrrrd-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right i'd better get cracking and start packing (hey that rhymes). shall find some stuff to study for EAT. Anyway, to all readers, it's a bad habit to do last-minute packing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-113162807142794385?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113162807142794385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/113162807142794385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113162807142794385' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-112903383746294564</id><published>2005-10-11T17:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:35:04.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GLADYS TAN MY EXAMS ARE OVER ARE YOU JEALOUS YET! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes the exams are really over, AS FOR NOW, though.&lt;br /&gt;cos there're still the chinese Os to contend with =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so seeroo, gekky, mabel, andrea and i headed to town after the chinese paper, the place you go to by default after exams. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummed around like nothing and there wasn't anything nice to buy( shops are always like that, they're best arrivals arrive before your exams, and they get snapped up exactly after you're done with 'em.) I think many people go to town to "chill out" (OH YUCK :D) but we went there virtually like clowns, sigh. It's so embarrassing and unglam. and it's all seefoo's fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see, we first lost our faces at Isetan, Indivi. I was just flipping thru the racks when i heard the flatron behind me going "She said..." and a few seconds later, "she said..."&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly SHE SAID turned ubiqutious, or so i realised and i almost cried ghost before i realised the ghost was in seeroo. chey. so there, it sparked seeroo off and she kept repeating the advert like some...parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but it was really funny and before we left, we made a beeline back to the flatron to listen to the whole thing again. For the benefit of those who have never visited Indivi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model: He said,&lt;br /&gt;Horse: It's cooooooool...&lt;br /&gt;Model: I said, it's Indivi.&lt;br /&gt;Model: She said,&lt;br /&gt;Deer: Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;Model: I said, it's Indivi.&lt;br /&gt;Model: They said,&lt;br /&gt;Birds: CHEEP CHEEP&lt;br /&gt;Model: I said, check out the new Indivi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, normal people won't find this amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around to zara where seefoo got her top and other places, it really gets boring after sometime. Today i have learnt my lesson to keep my mouth SHUT at all times because every single thing i say becomes an attack against myself. meibao, birdie and seeroo are mean- but i can subdue them! As such, I like gekky when she's quiet =] I think she was sad 'cos the unassuming salesgirl gave her double scoop. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i still have bio stuff lurking around in my dreams. I cant stand waking up thinking about renin and prorenin anymore. Oh yes i really like tennis and we're gonna play it soon! andandand, im dying to watch Joy Luck Club and see how pretty Lena is! oh and to go swimming and gymming with siewmin. Siew min, let's see when i have the mood to date you. heh. Okay this paragraph is to make up for my (insert number)-month lapse of no-updating-of-blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least (I PROMISE!)- im really obsessed with how my younger brother says SWEET the &lt;em&gt;dude wheres my car&lt;/em&gt; style. LOVELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive my excessive caps. Sudden overwhelming of freedom has disarmed me and made me feel CAPPISH :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-112903383746294564?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/112903383746294564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/112903383746294564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112903383746294564' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-112350758730881447</id><published>2005-08-08T20:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:26:27.360+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>National day !&lt;br /&gt;A self-proclaimed non-patriot like me usually won't give much of a hecka, but this year's different, way different.&lt;br /&gt;nono im not hanging a singapore flag outside my window right now, but i am feeling very happy about today's celebration !&lt;br /&gt;three faith won THIRD.&lt;br /&gt;its SOMETHING !&lt;br /&gt;considering the fact we started only yesterday with half-class strength and all other odds.&lt;br /&gt;and yes we've improved so much compared to&lt;br /&gt;poetry in hahahaharmony :D&lt;br /&gt;heh, mrs low was so proud of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to collect some cert after that, thanks to jasmine tan we walked round and round penang road.&lt;br /&gt;(yes and if you rmb the acsi trip thing, say "oh, jasmine tan again !" with me)&lt;br /&gt;anw we went to pizza hut for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;after all that REDUNDANT exercise we were starving&lt;br /&gt;and jolene was creating her own concotion with the leftover food, darn gross !&lt;br /&gt;actually, all of them were haha.&lt;br /&gt;gosh how fat we felt after that !&lt;br /&gt;walked around PS and i had to go for piano lesson :(&lt;br /&gt;and jasmine tan did not get to watch charlie and the chocolate factory ! mehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-112350758730881447?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/112350758730881447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/112350758730881447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112350758730881447' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-112031261122708784</id><published>2005-07-02T20:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T20:56:51.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Revalation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make ourselves a place apart&lt;br /&gt;Behind light words that tease and flout,&lt;br /&gt;But oh, the agitated hear&lt;br /&gt;Till someone really find us out.&lt;br /&gt;'Tis pity if the case require&lt;br /&gt;(Or so we say) that in the end&lt;br /&gt;We speak the literal to inspire&lt;br /&gt;The understanding of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;But so with all, from babes that play&lt;br /&gt;At hid-and-seek to God afar,&lt;br /&gt;So all who hide too well away&lt;br /&gt;Must speak and tell us where they are.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                    -Robert Frost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't knw why, but im beginning to get hooked on Frost's poetry.=] Clean, simple, yet powerful. And they're not always filled with melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-112031261122708784?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/112031261122708784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/112031261122708784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112031261122708784' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-111823705991394529</id><published>2005-06-08T19:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:24:19.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAP was &lt;strong&gt;superduper&lt;/strong&gt; fun ! i typed a whole long entry about it but it got deleted and im not gonna retype. In a nutshell, it was great, really. Had much fun esp. with the performance workshop people ! Fedora's screensaver mode. Then all the "screensavers"=] ee-lyn's "i feel nothing !". david crawshaw telling me his silly theory of banana cake during supper. Set me laughing till i was close to tears. and "i dont want to be a priest, I WANT TO GET MARRIED !!! "-michael :D  et cetra et cetra. One post doesnt do justice for a wonderful five-day-long camp. I really shouldnt have slept (albeit eyes still open :D) during the initial plenaries. (but then, it was OH PLENARIES) Nvm, we learn from our mistakes haha. and the food was terrible. barely anything was edible. i ll never forget that smelly tofu that wasnt meant to be smelly as long as i live. That aside, CAP was really wonderful. im so sorry but i need to repeat that a few times to drive home the facts since im too lazy to give details ! CAP ROCKS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Brothers were fighting over a piece of yam just now..hahaha. Childish man. not that they wanted it; nobody wanted that stupid piece of yam. Poor yam. Then they started running round the house trying to avoid whoever who held that yam while protecting their plates. i think they got scolded by mom. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      okay that was so random. im off !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-111823705991394529?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111823705991394529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111823705991394529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111823705991394529' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-111582119737596946</id><published>2005-05-11T21:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:19:57.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DOWN and OUT ! says:&lt;br /&gt;HANNAH!&lt;br /&gt;DOWN and OUT ! says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;DOWN and OUT ! says:&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I AM GOING TO FAIL CHEM AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;dance like never before says:&lt;br /&gt;I THEN GOING CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;dance like never before says:&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO JUMP OFF THE BUILDING&lt;br /&gt;DOWN and OUT ! failed chem again! i am DREADING my PPR ! says:&lt;br /&gt;HEY COPY CAT! I AM JUMPING OFF!&lt;br /&gt;DOWN and OUT ! failed chem again! i am DREADING my PPR ! says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU GO AND CARBON MONOXIDE YOURSELF LA&lt;br /&gt;dance like never before says:&lt;br /&gt;OKAY&lt;br /&gt;dance like never before says:&lt;br /&gt;I LL DO IT NOW&lt;br /&gt;DOWN and OUT ! failed chem again! i am DREADING my PPR ! says:&lt;br /&gt;OK ME TOO&lt;br /&gt;dance like never before says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;DOWN and OUT ! failed chem again! i am DREADING my PPR ! says:&lt;br /&gt;GOT ANY RECOMMENDATIONS?&lt;br /&gt;DOWN and OUT ! failed chem again! i am DREADING my PPR ! says:&lt;br /&gt;WHICH BUILDING CAN CONFIRM DIE?&lt;br /&gt;dance like never before says:&lt;br /&gt;OCBC&lt;br /&gt;dance like never before says:&lt;br /&gt;lets go. NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convo with seefoo. okay a little over exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;but we're almost there soon ! HURR&lt;br /&gt;Homework, assignments, deadlines, tests.&lt;br /&gt;what do these words have in common ?&lt;br /&gt;i dread them all.&lt;br /&gt;how to finish work when you re sick ?&lt;br /&gt;i was shivering under the fan in sch today, fart ruoen and xiangie piled their pinafores and whatever on me.&lt;br /&gt;and i still felt cold. haha funny.&lt;br /&gt;NONO not funny. this really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;bye im off to do chinese. before lit and math etc. woohoo, cant wait. =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-111582119737596946?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111582119737596946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111582119737596946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111582119737596946' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-111492315684054625</id><published>2005-05-01T11:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T11:52:36.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>allrytie im fifteen now, haha.&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone for the presents and the manymany text msgs ! :D&lt;br /&gt;went out with my family for dinner at fish and co last night.&lt;br /&gt;food was yummy ! but it was so embarrassing aftr that la !&lt;br /&gt;a waiter and waitress came with an ice cream cake cos it was my birthday, and i was like yay until he said it was a tradition to stand on the chair while they all sang me a birthday song ?!&lt;br /&gt;OHGOSH. so i stood on the chair with a SPARKLER they made me hold while they all sang. super embarassing hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;later on the singer sang happy birthday too but i was outside so it wasnt so obvious heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping after that and that was about it and it was a really funny day.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea and we had sports day on friday ! blue got second !&lt;br /&gt;nvm, we'll win again next year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BLUE'S GOT STYLE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-111492315684054625?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111492315684054625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111492315684054625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111492315684054625' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-111422026821769160</id><published>2005-04-23T08:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T08:37:48.220+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was texting farrica one night.&lt;br /&gt;me: did you see my black and blue G2 pens ? i lost both again ! i think there's some thief stealing my G2s. not the first time alr ! idiot.&lt;br /&gt;fart: don't be stupid la you. you anyhow throw your black pen and correction tape on huiqing's table i help you put back on your table. stop thinking the whole world stole your things !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. i STILL think someone took my blue pen.&lt;br /&gt;anw, was dead beat yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;cca started at four so that we could go watch sylvester ?&lt;br /&gt;oh well. went to the hall for like ten minutes or so with jasmine, meibao, seefoo and cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;then we couldnt take it so we left.&lt;br /&gt;i decline to comment any further on him.&lt;br /&gt;went to seefoo's class and played ! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;had cca for like one hour and we left for star gazing.&lt;br /&gt;because of jasmine tan xingyi, we took a two-and-a-half hour bus ride all the way to acsi&lt;br /&gt;sat until our butts rotted.&lt;br /&gt;talked a lot on the bus though :D&lt;br /&gt;got there and we were like super late&lt;br /&gt;but nvm, only missed a boring video haha.&lt;br /&gt;went to stargaze after tht with their&lt;strong&gt; superduper&lt;/strong&gt; telescopes.&lt;br /&gt;WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;exhilerating.&lt;br /&gt;and seefoo was so amused by sirius.&lt;br /&gt;then there was this guy demonstrating to us the movement of the stars&lt;br /&gt;and he made funny noises and gestures, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;all right it wasnt too bad.&lt;br /&gt;now we all knw how to see stars :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-111422026821769160?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111422026821769160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111422026821769160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111422026821769160' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-111399220710265943</id><published>2005-04-20T17:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T17:16:47.103+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa.&lt;br /&gt;things are getting more and more by the week !&lt;br /&gt;anw, good luck to the humanity quiz people ! sorry i couldnt go and support !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, everything's gonna happen tmr : math test, 2.4 trial run and hist test i think. OH YES and speech finals. yayness, i am so not prepared. and like our policy statement is nowhere near completion ! watch greece crumble in our hands. im off !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-111399220710265943?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111399220710265943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111399220710265943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111399220710265943' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-111339662436244962</id><published>2005-04-13T19:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T19:50:24.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in life you have so many times of ups and downs, and if you ask me, i would deem this period of time a down.&lt;br /&gt;nothing, absolutely nothing, goes my way.&lt;br /&gt;two tests this friday (bio and history, best of combinations) and homework and accumulated homework. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;and i really want my SLEEP. its this vicious cycle that no one ever gets out of; you sleep late, cant concentrate the next day, get home, work till your eyelids cant stay open any longer, and it goes on.&lt;br /&gt;then you become so freaking tired and there's no mood and energy in everything you do and some people just cant seem to understand WHY you are so tired, how annoying. the worst thing is how everyone from everywhere expects the 100 percent of you.&lt;br /&gt;like my tuition teacher for example, who just came and left.&lt;br /&gt;everytime she goes "ni wei shen me zhe me mei jing shen ?"&lt;br /&gt;i feel like telling her to stop asking the obvious, it's not like asking me tht will help the situation.&lt;br /&gt;what does she expect me to do ? jump for joy when i see her ? hurr.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i take back my words. she's not annoying. im irritable.&lt;br /&gt;and make it a VERY.&lt;br /&gt;dont knw why either, havent been quite myself this week.&lt;br /&gt;like i allow people to get on my nerves so easily, albeit i never show it.&lt;br /&gt;hypocritical i am, yes i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-111339662436244962?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111339662436244962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111339662436244962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111339662436244962' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-111287427846850722</id><published>2005-04-07T18:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T18:44:38.470+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a pretty mundane day with an exception of TWO HOURS of math lesson, yucko.&lt;br /&gt;but aft sch was fabulous !! cos..&lt;br /&gt;THE NJC PPLE CAME BACK !!!! ya huh !! ALL OF THEM !! (:&lt;br /&gt;it was so cool la. like finally. we were having ms quek's lessons when magoo stood outside our class and fartica rushed out, and magoo was like,&lt;br /&gt;"catherine and the rest are in the canteen"&lt;br /&gt;"really ?!"&lt;br /&gt;"yes, cat, hazel and aretha.."&lt;br /&gt;like OMG.&lt;br /&gt;ran outta my classrm to diligence and seefoo and i DASHED to the canteen !&lt;br /&gt;haha, they were eating orange bowl as usual :D&lt;br /&gt;man it was rlly great to have them back again.&lt;br /&gt;though they were like disgracing themselves as usual, haha.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i really wished they were back in those blue pinafores rather than those new grey ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm thinking again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and on the way home today sth really weird happened. haha. im still figuring out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-111287427846850722?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111287427846850722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111287427846850722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111287427846850722' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-111234988501415915</id><published>2005-04-01T16:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:04:45.016+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first of april.&lt;br /&gt;i ALWAYS get excited when april arrives ! (:&lt;br /&gt;anw, got to sch today, sleepy-headed as usual.&lt;br /&gt;was sleeping in class before morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;didnt wake up until gek/mel turned off the lights and shouted "go down now !" as usual.&lt;br /&gt;and that ruoen jumped on me with a booming "qi chuang le !" and scooted off, how evil ! heh.&lt;br /&gt;gekky forced me up like how she does everytime i fall asleep before morning assemblys and my legs were having major pins and needles and i was limping out of the classrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was like so embarrassing after tht, the pins and needles got worse and i really couldnt walk at all ! i was grabbed mooney and gekky's hands and tried to limp but i ended up squatting on the floor and whining like a pathetic idiot, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i really wasnt in the right state of mind. the feet were just SO uncomfortable. argh.&lt;br /&gt;they dragged me to the bench and made me sit and melissa was massaging my leg and like everyone who walked past was staring, &lt;strong&gt;including huangsijia who was laughing at me&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;(i still havent gotten over your zit on your nose heh :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so that was embarrassing friday morning, and i shall never sleep stationary again. wait i dont knw how not to do that. anyway, i hate pins and needles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-111234988501415915?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111234988501415915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111234988501415915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111234988501415915' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-111173381798664605</id><published>2005-03-25T13:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:56:57.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;IVE GOT HIDEOUS EYEBAGS !&lt;br /&gt;was talking to my mom yesterday and i happened to be grinning, which makes your lower sockets protrude, and that was when my eyes fell on a mirror and i saw the dark rings and eyebags !!&lt;br /&gt;super gross ! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese test was okay, though everyone was griping over the zao ju.&lt;br /&gt;made up the sentences on the spot !&lt;br /&gt;and the fill in the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;NOT worth staying up so late for the past few nights trying to memorise those itsy-bitsy words !&lt;br /&gt;so glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm super happy when i got home yesterday&lt;br /&gt;the past four days were really PAINFUL man.&lt;br /&gt;every morning i reach school, the migraine comes and even the eyes hurt&lt;br /&gt;its the kind that wont go away even after a night's rest.&lt;br /&gt;slept from six to eight after i waited for my freaking hair to dry&lt;br /&gt;yay. it was satisfiying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fart has been a great listening ear over the past few days. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;and i am very angry with gladys tan. hurrrrr !&lt;br /&gt;anw, gladys, i need to meet you and return you your culottes. and i need to talk to you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anw, happy good friday !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-111173381798664605?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111173381798664605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111173381798664605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111173381798664605' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-111121641089989846</id><published>2005-03-19T13:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T14:13:30.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sighsighsigh.&lt;br /&gt;urgh this terrible feeling is really not nice.&lt;br /&gt;okayy maybe not terrible.&lt;br /&gt;awkward.&lt;br /&gt;no. just cant articulate it.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so grown up all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;all of us.&lt;br /&gt;and life's just really confusing, you never know where you are; how high up or how deep down. and then you never know what to do. to speak of or not to speak of ?&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-111121641089989846?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111121641089989846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111121641089989846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111121641089989846' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-111087659355838554</id><published>2005-03-15T15:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:49:53.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for the mock UN thing at rj yest.&lt;br /&gt;seems quite fun but it's like super difficult !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, finally went to see the doc.&lt;br /&gt;hurr how embarrassing, i told him i thought i had a relapse of asthma and he told me it was just a mild cold.&lt;br /&gt;okay fine it's good news yeah.&lt;br /&gt;he said the uneven breathing was caused by "stress and anxiety".&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;but my head's spinning. hurts really badly and i hate eating tablets !!&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid sun shines so brightly, thanks, my head hurts even more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;ouchouchouchouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-111087659355838554?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111087659355838554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111087659355838554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111087659355838554' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-111059986633266857</id><published>2005-03-12T10:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T10:57:46.333+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oof.&lt;br /&gt;younger bro and his friends playing some funny playstation games now.&lt;br /&gt;no one's at home besides them and i have turned into their servant and nanny.&lt;br /&gt;dang it.&lt;br /&gt;heard another one's coming later&lt;br /&gt;four little boys !&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;mommy pleaseeee come home soon !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-111059986633266857?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111059986633266857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111059986633266857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111059986633266857' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-111011363861707230</id><published>2005-03-06T19:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:53:58.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pick-nick day yesterday !&lt;br /&gt;family dance, irish dance and mambo (AGAIN) :D&lt;br /&gt;danced with some cute little primary girl !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay a week's experience as a hwachong girl's over !&lt;br /&gt;impressive, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun sitting in for their lessons and having people opening doors for you, pulling out chairs, waiting outside the washroom - 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i never knew gentlemanliness really existed outside the dictionary ! :D&lt;br /&gt;we were made to, as our song said, &lt;strong&gt;sit in between boys &lt;/strong&gt;while the rest of the girls were thrown anywhere but near. quite scary.&lt;br /&gt;hm everything was quite swell and these people have so many million breaks !&lt;br /&gt;okay, two to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;wonder how they're gonna accept the fact that stnicks' recess is at TENFOURFIVE with no lunch break. lessons end at two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was some funny photonics lab lesson with their funny physics teacher !&lt;br /&gt;"what did albert einstein say ?"&lt;br /&gt;omg. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;aphelion night and everyone was so psyched i guess it was really a hit !&lt;br /&gt;if only we had something like that !&lt;br /&gt;oof but boys are very, very rowdy people.&lt;br /&gt;kayaking the next day, partnered some council guy (i have still yet to figure out his name to date).&lt;br /&gt;he was pretty good man.&lt;br /&gt;then seeroo and i decided to venture out ourselves and we CAPSIZED, how embarrassing, i conked my head against the kayak underwater.&lt;br /&gt;ouch it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;but it was really fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;fancy some guys doing the job of laundress ladies instead of washing and carrying the kayaks ?!&lt;br /&gt;oh well got back to HCI and exchanged gifts. gave my buddies facewipes, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;it's all about being practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm freaking worried about sch !&lt;br /&gt;seriously i dont think i can catch up a week's worth of work !&lt;br /&gt;and im kinda glad to see my friends again, bet you guys missed me loads. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nothing else so byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-111011363861707230?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111011363861707230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/111011363861707230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111011363861707230' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110950542394372064</id><published>2005-02-27T18:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T18:57:03.943+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just now was so funny !&lt;br /&gt;our door was left open cos dad was doing something to the shoerack then my neighbour's dog ran into our house ! :D&lt;br /&gt;it was running in circles round the dining table where i sat and mom was almost screaming !&lt;br /&gt;haha my neighbour had a hard time chasing it.&lt;br /&gt;but it was super cute !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to chi high for the whole of this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;wonder how it'll be like ?&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder how stnicks will be like when im not around.&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;it's too eventful a time to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>life's been too hard on me recently.&lt;br /&gt;i've been pushing for my way so hard and now im constantly asking myself whether i was being too selfish.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know how the outcome would be like but at least i know i'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;but is this the kind of ending that i want ?&lt;br /&gt;its really been a long, tumultous journey.&lt;br /&gt;i really cant bear to live mg.&lt;br /&gt;morning glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;morning glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;morning glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's terribly dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;how'd you like removing the most integral part of guides from you ?&lt;br /&gt;so many things have kept me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;till ive used up all my brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's really interfering with my life.&lt;br /&gt;i was friggin' tired but i couldnt fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;im really mentally exhausted and i've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;can we say that this has come to an end ?&lt;br /&gt;or has it just begun ?&lt;br /&gt;to everyone else:&lt;br /&gt;i guess we shouldn't lose hope yet. the worse is gone and the good will come back again. we've gotta be strong (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;investiture.&lt;br /&gt;sure was fun.&lt;br /&gt;court shoes may give you a nice, leggy sillohuette but it HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;my toes hurt from the tissue paper i stuffed&lt;br /&gt;and i've got terrible blisters.&lt;br /&gt;saw rui an.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha !&lt;br /&gt;he looks the same :D&lt;br /&gt;sijia was so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110939772139964810?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110939772139964810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110939772139964810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110939772139964810' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110744283615712456</id><published>2005-02-03T21:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:00:36.156+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is my mandarin really that bad ?&lt;br /&gt;like we've been having cross-fires during chinese lessons and everytime i stand up to speak everyone starts laughing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone says i sound like angmoh speaking chinese :(&lt;br /&gt;ok fine i know i do spout a lot of english in the midst of my mandarin but its really unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall try to be more careful with that.&lt;br /&gt;then my brother said my chinese itself sounded funny when i said a sentence of full chinese in the presence of him and my chi tutor.&lt;br /&gt;grr. whats wrong man.&lt;br /&gt;hm. i really had no idea it sounds so bad that it warrants so much talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;now everyone around me is trying to communicate with me through chinese.&lt;br /&gt;urgh. i feel like some special needs student.&lt;br /&gt;even my chi tchr came up to me and asked me how often i spoke chinese ?&lt;br /&gt;he said he worried for my chinese oral :(&lt;br /&gt;haha, come to think of it, i am worried for myself too.&lt;br /&gt;so from now on, i shall speak ACCURATE CHINESE without sounding funny and you're all gonna see me on channel eight broadcasting news soon !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110744283615712456?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110744283615712456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110744283615712456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110744283615712456' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110622273543123174</id><published>2005-01-20T18:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:05:35.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was sick the whole of today :(&lt;br /&gt;my stomach hurt like crazy !&lt;br /&gt;plus runny nose&lt;br /&gt;plus breaking out in cold sweat&lt;br /&gt;i think i had a slight temperature&lt;br /&gt;argh. what's happening to me man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home, slept all the way till 0635&lt;br /&gt;and i feel much better now !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, cats came back today !!&lt;br /&gt;that stupid girl cheated me and said she won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;so she could hide in my class and BOO me when i returned from assembly !&lt;br /&gt;too bad, her plan crashed :D&lt;br /&gt;talked a lot in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;hm everyone seems to be having hella fun there in nj.&lt;br /&gt;kinda regret the choice i made last year&lt;br /&gt;never knew the decision would come and haunt me this year.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;four weeks in school this year, and just now was the first time i really shared a genuinely enjoyable conversation with someone.&lt;br /&gt;everyone else is just so... everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this year's super weird&lt;br /&gt;i feel a lot more restrained&lt;br /&gt;like im only in class and with my classmates during lessons&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i just spring off to run errands.&lt;br /&gt;and everything's so serious now la.&lt;br /&gt;probably its because we can't even comprehend any remainder theorem to even bother to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking about the stuff i did last year&lt;br /&gt;how kitty would chase me round and round the classroom, in and out of it during recess&lt;br /&gt;yeah like jumping over schoolbags, dodging the standing fan etc.&lt;br /&gt;yeah how childish but we didnt quite care :D&lt;br /&gt;how lingyan wanted to whack me with the bamboo but hit the overhead projector instead&lt;br /&gt;how gladys and i would fight till we were on the ground with red arms&lt;br /&gt;we could SCREAM and yell and laugh like nobody's business&lt;br /&gt;i really really want to do all those things again :(&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i know i shouldnt be dwelling on this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it's seriously time to move on. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAT AND GLADYS&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ! thanks dog and idiot ! :D&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoyed your comp lab lesson in nj&lt;br /&gt;miss you guys truckloads !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110622273543123174?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110622273543123174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110622273543123174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110622273543123174' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110587867128698420</id><published>2005-01-16T19:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T19:45:33.140+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>church was pretty good today.&lt;br /&gt;we had a super long cg after sevice where we talked a lot and listened a lot to pastor ravi and weekoh, haha.&lt;br /&gt;hm. and mom kept calling me in the midst of cg, asking me where my calculator was cos she wanted to go get it fixed.&lt;br /&gt;i was like uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;okay i figured out it had to be somewhere in my top drawer so i asked mom to check there.&lt;br /&gt;she kept saying she couldnt find it until she just ended the conversation with some brush-off.&lt;br /&gt;that's the problem with me. i just dump things around without realisng that i'm bound to need it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so we went for lunch and when i got home i practically combed the drawer for my calculator but NO CALCULATOR.&lt;br /&gt;my gosh you won't know how frantic i was i even checked the waste paper basket.&lt;br /&gt;right then my parents returned and i realised my calculator was in one of the bags she was carrying. WHEW ?!&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got another fright too :D&lt;br /&gt;mom was like "you exceeded your phonebill !"&lt;br /&gt;i sorta guessed it, expected my bill to shoot to the sky recounting the number of calls i made last month.&lt;br /&gt;"by how much ?"&lt;br /&gt;"sixty."&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;"sixty cents."&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. yay. i shall call without worries this month (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's back to school again tomorrow. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess everything WILL rock if i commit everything to God (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110587867128698420?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110587867128698420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110587867128698420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110587867128698420' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110552855392246389</id><published>2005-01-12T17:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:15:53.923+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a quick update..&lt;br /&gt;school now really isnt my cup of tea !&lt;br /&gt;like i used to love going to school last year but this year i kinda dread it every morning.&lt;br /&gt;and im having this huge problem with math !&lt;br /&gt;sec two math used to be grasp-able even with one eye closed but now even with my two eyes WIDE OPEN, i still take ages to get it !&lt;br /&gt;its either the syllabus's really difficult or im really dense.&lt;br /&gt;its like i must revise everyday when i get home to allow myself to feel slightly less than a big blur queen, argh !&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even need to do that last time ?!&lt;br /&gt;i now officially have no social life. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now i can safely say that:&lt;br /&gt; i have sorta grasped math. (finally. ITS E MATH MIND YOU)&lt;br /&gt;i know how to do most of the qns.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. i never get no wrong answers.&lt;br /&gt;im sure everyone knows how frustrating it is to work on a sum so smoothly till you reach the end and realise nothing makes sense or it doesnt tally with the answers at the back.&lt;br /&gt;and just how did that happen ?&lt;br /&gt;1. i memorised the formula wrongly :D&lt;br /&gt;2. i made -and still do- the dumbest mistakes. like i made 4500+4500=90 000 today.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully i have my 24/7 tuition teacher farrica koh ! :D&lt;br /&gt;she's made of brains. like she spots my dumbest errors within seconds. (and laughs)&lt;br /&gt;thankew my mosquito (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. its time to get some calculator battery. i had to use my bro's extra one which i spoilt yesterday, so i listened to mom and took daniel's calculator :DD&lt;br /&gt;using a sec one's calculator is the best alternative so far. its so new its still in its packaging and its so functionable.&lt;br /&gt;the numbers you punch are so bright your eyes have to shade away in pain.&lt;br /&gt;i even got to touch it before its owner did (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110552855392246389?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110552855392246389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110552855392246389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110552855392246389' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110483242211330803</id><published>2005-01-04T16:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T16:53:42.113+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first-day school blues. :(&lt;br /&gt;i stepped into school yesterday and everything was like, so bleak.&lt;br /&gt;is that same funny sec one feeling i got two years ago !!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even get that bleeeaaaakkk feeling in sec two la.&lt;br /&gt;school's really the pits w/o my besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. but sitting next to lorena just rocks :)&lt;br /&gt;strawberry lipgloss and australian um, "napkins".&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but the "napkins" are darn cute okay.&lt;br /&gt;like they print interesting facts on the sticker.&lt;br /&gt;haha like donald duck being banned in finland cos he doesn't wear pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs tian's gonna be my english AND lit teacher.&lt;br /&gt;if i love rollercoaster challenging life, boy, im so gonna LOVE this year :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gladys rang me up last night and we chatted for a good half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;hm. nj seems fun. i sorta regret not applying last year.&lt;br /&gt;miss that girl so much !&lt;br /&gt;the equipment i need to tell my life stories.&lt;br /&gt;she listens to me the most yet the least.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't get what i mean, unlike others, gladys grumbles that she's not hearing everytime i tell her my stories.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, she remembers them all :)&lt;br /&gt;sigh. without her, my stories would just dissolve away without even being shared !&lt;br /&gt;that's tragedy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110483242211330803?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110483242211330803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110483242211330803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110483242211330803' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110459270636218005</id><published>2005-01-01T22:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:18:26.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two nights ago i had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;it kept replaying in my mind i just HAD to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was strolling on the beach with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;and the tsunami waves hit us.&lt;br /&gt;it was really weird, water came from the shores of both sides till the exposed sand became narrow enough for only the width of two pairs of feet.&lt;br /&gt;i knew what it was and we started running.&lt;br /&gt;then the police (?) kept me in some enclosed area (it was orange, don't ask me why)with some other lucky escapers, and i just sat in there crying and crying.&lt;br /&gt;followed by a trail of many dreams.&lt;br /&gt;that night was so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110459270636218005?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110459270636218005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110459270636218005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110459270636218005' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110449492845886065</id><published>2004-12-31T18:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T19:08:48.456+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to school with mom this morning, no teacher was around.&lt;br /&gt;my mood was really down.&lt;br /&gt;and the rain, it made me feel doubly dreary.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't found that same security and source of cheeriness in mom for a long time like i did today.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just really glad she's behind me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;and i really don't care what the outcome is gonna be like, i'm just going to place God in the whole transaction and whatever His plan is will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the studio to collect our photos and i looked absolutely disgusting. haha.&lt;br /&gt;shopping after that, i mean like what else can women do though my dad and ygr bro were with us.&lt;br /&gt;went to wheelock then to zara, bought a skirt and a top.&lt;br /&gt;all right i guess that's all for today. gotta go to church for service later (:&lt;br /&gt;happy new year's eve !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110449492845886065?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110449492845886065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110449492845886065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110449492845886065' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110440378245705091</id><published>2004-12-30T16:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T17:49:42.456+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fusion camp twenty-o-four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, as expected, i didn't at all regret going for camp.&lt;br /&gt;i sorta checked on myself, and i realised how far away i pulled myself away from God after reviewing this whole year.&lt;br /&gt;during worship, as i sang the songs, i kept thinking about the many things i did.&lt;br /&gt;for so many times, i kept taking everything into my own hands.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm too proud.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i jusy placed Him aside and i went after unimportant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;like bad results could make me bawl for days and nights, but questions regarding my faith couldn't set me pondering for more than two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me so tremendously, and all i know how to do is just take the blessings and say an empty thank-you.&lt;br /&gt;He placed me in a christian family; i never made use of that advantage&lt;br /&gt;He gave me such wonderful parents; i always throw tantrums at them and think i'm right when i can't get my selfish ways&lt;br /&gt;He gave me such patient brothers; again i throw tantrums&lt;br /&gt;He gave me education; i put majority of my time into it and refuse to give him just a few minutes. Sometimes, i even play a fool with my studies.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a life almost perfect, without having to worry about daily essentials; i often ask Him why my life couldn't be more perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hope all these feelings aren't the result of being just fired up after four-days-intense-worship-and-sermon kinda thing, and i won't revert to my old ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway camp was really fun (:&lt;br /&gt;chloe was so afraid we all would get the yao-gwee award cos we pulled chairs to sit in front of the buffet table.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110440378245705091?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110440378245705091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110440378245705091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110440378245705091' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110360890682914354</id><published>2004-12-21T13:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T13:01:46.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>talking to nostrils online now and she's unbelievably nice today.&lt;br /&gt;cos she typed out the whole math solution for ME !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh im starving.&lt;br /&gt;haven't eaten yet for today :(&lt;br /&gt;but i shall FINISH friggin math before i go find lunch.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, probably, the only one in the whole level who's yet to finish half her holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;and i doubt i'd read those chinese books, cos i wont understand them, so why bother starting ?&lt;br /&gt;and there are SO MANY to read, i think if i'd really pick them up one by one i'd probably take a few years to finish them all.&lt;br /&gt;LITERARILY.&lt;br /&gt;so as of now, i'll just find a translator or sth, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110360890682914354?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110360890682914354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110360890682914354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110360890682914354' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110308988400201938</id><published>2004-12-15T13:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T12:51:24.003+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO !&lt;br /&gt;i'm rotting at home !&lt;br /&gt;just came home from piano lesson and i have absolutely nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;but, that's like, happening everyday.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall blog about some randomness.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having piano lesson with my younger bro&lt;br /&gt;and my teacher was discussing when our next lsn would be.&lt;br /&gt;bro: 25th dec ?&lt;br /&gt;tchr: that's christmas, you still want to come back for lessons ah ?&lt;br /&gt;bro: ...&lt;br /&gt;tchr: can, i can lock you inside here while your family goes to church. no turkey no ham for you ! you can stay here and pray by yourself !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;man i'm really bored :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110308988400201938?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110308988400201938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110308988400201938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110308988400201938' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110207986908185565</id><published>2004-12-03T19:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T20:17:49.080+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so sorry&lt;strong&gt; taufik&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt there to watch you showcase your beautiful voice :(&lt;br /&gt;nvm, you know tt i'll always support you from within ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha k that was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;just returned from camp, feel like im in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;mixed feelings, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;tough, fun, emotional, lost, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so weird.&lt;br /&gt;the activities of this camp were great but somehow i didnt enjoy myself to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;think i was a really lousy camper this time&lt;br /&gt;with that stupid sulky face throughout&lt;br /&gt;someone please teach me how to behave !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i found out this side of me i never knew.&lt;br /&gt;like i dont control my temper properly.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i cant handle situations well.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was too exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;i dont mean all the hiking and running ;&lt;br /&gt;they keep my energy level down but not my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;something made me rlly fed-up..&lt;br /&gt;don't know how to say it either.&lt;br /&gt;darn i'd better start shutting up.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also discovered sth else.&lt;br /&gt;i get influenced very easily&lt;br /&gt;just by mere hearsays and i can immediately change my impression of someone.&lt;br /&gt;and thats so unfair to that person.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its becos i dont know others well enough ?&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i think about&lt;em&gt; it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stress&lt;br /&gt;the embarrassment&lt;br /&gt;the everything&lt;br /&gt;i'll get so frustrated and i just let the anger continue to rage in me.&lt;br /&gt;somebody stop it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really tired.&lt;br /&gt;leaving for a short trip to batam on monday, byebye to my home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. this entry is so crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110207986908185565?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110207986908185565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110207986908185565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110207986908185565' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110139229982807729</id><published>2004-11-25T21:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T21:18:19.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel super shagged after three days of pre-camp training.&lt;br /&gt;whew.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at eight, went back to sleep soon after till twelve.&lt;br /&gt;what a pig i am :/&lt;br /&gt;felt so happy to be granted a day's liberation !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and i baked oreo cheesecake !!&lt;br /&gt;yummy !&lt;br /&gt;it's still setting in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;k here's the bad news,&lt;br /&gt;the top looks super ugly.&lt;br /&gt;it's filled with CRACKS.&lt;br /&gt;its not MY fault, i only helped smashing oreos !&lt;br /&gt;i concluded that my mom can bake no better than me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro got back his agregate score and he tied with me two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;thats so coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;and funny !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe how time just FLIES.&lt;br /&gt;as in my bro just recieved his psle reults and soon he's gna be sec one.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i look at him and all i can think of is this little boy who'd just graduated from PAP.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. thinking of all this is really kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm today's my older bro's birthday !&lt;br /&gt;and i havent seen him all day much less wish him ?!&lt;br /&gt;oh well happy birthday you !&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW you always pop by here ! :D&lt;br /&gt;bet you're partying away with your friends till you're almost curfew-less ?&lt;br /&gt;hmphs. lucky you !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh im getting sleepy again.&lt;br /&gt;-yawns&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110139229982807729?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110139229982807729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110139229982807729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110139229982807729' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110104165142246049</id><published>2004-11-21T19:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T19:54:11.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to the dentist's today.&lt;br /&gt;cos my retainer broke into two, haha.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how it happened either.&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up one morning wondering why my retainer was not pressing against my teeth&lt;br /&gt;till i lifted my pillow and found the disgusting stained plastic now in two pieces.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;now the dentist says i have to wear a brace.&lt;br /&gt;she asked me whether i was satisfied with my top row of teeth&lt;br /&gt;i said no. haha&lt;br /&gt;i have such ugly teeth ! they spoil my self-confidence :(&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe i dont have malaclusion or anything similar but im just dissatisfied with my teeth alignment.&lt;br /&gt;but then again a brace would hurt !&lt;br /&gt;it's such an expensive price to pay to flash those fabulous straight teeth.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, one day you'll see me advertising for DARLIE :D&lt;br /&gt;brunched at some yummy thai restaurant. (:&lt;br /&gt;im off now&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110104165142246049?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110104165142246049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110104165142246049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110104165142246049' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-110091980418953914</id><published>2004-11-20T09:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T10:03:24.190+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched shutter with &lt;strong&gt;tong foosee jas&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;irritating guy in front of us :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ken lim was right.&lt;br /&gt;ahbengs and ahlians must have voted sylvester in !&lt;br /&gt;hmphs.&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;taufik rocks ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-110091980418953914?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110091980418953914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/110091980418953914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110091980418953914' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109935025425425077</id><published>2004-11-02T05:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T06:04:14.256+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>great !&lt;br /&gt;like the whole world is taking SS-geog and im the only weirdo around taking SS-hist.&lt;br /&gt;there practically is no one around to take history with me !&lt;br /&gt;even foosee is taking geog :(&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys, but my geog really sucks. i can't do geog !&lt;br /&gt;man i really wanna be with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im praying real hard that they put the hcap people together.&lt;br /&gt;then it won't matter what combi they will be taking (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss them all :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-109935025425425077?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109935025425425077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109935025425425077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109935025425425077' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109906196151055321</id><published>2004-10-29T20:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T08:01:07.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we all cried our hearts out today.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since i've done that.&lt;br /&gt;the pain, the sorrow, the agony.&lt;br /&gt;they just flowed out as tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just couldn't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;those little gifts and sweet messages.&lt;br /&gt;they're just so tear-inducing.&lt;br /&gt;and the hugs.&lt;br /&gt;we just stood there, hugging each other for what seemed like forever as tears just fell on our dear friends' shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some shout outs, though not really in detail.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, i'll give u all the messages u deserve in ur christmas cards or wadever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;val&lt;/strong&gt;hey dear ! love that bottle you gave me (: you've been sucha great friend ! always there for me when i needed you. and u're the best artist i've ever seen :D can't stop gossiping with you ! heh.&lt;strong&gt;clara&lt;/strong&gt;ra ! goodness i'll always remember the day we went out together after the exams (:&lt;br /&gt;how we squeezed into the neo machine and laughed at white chicks. and i really enjoy talking to u abt everything (:&lt;strong&gt;joyce&lt;/strong&gt;kahmoon ! you're always there to lend me ur ezlink card ! haha. i'll rmbr ur mooncakes :D and yes, u're one in a million to me too. &lt;strong&gt;celestia&lt;/strong&gt;valin ! known u since sec 1. u've been great fun ! onion nose ! hehehe.&lt;strong&gt;kitty&lt;/strong&gt;omg i just love u girl ! you're so super funny :D i rmbr u peeing while tammy and i were in the cubical as well. haha.&lt;strong&gt;lorena&lt;/strong&gt;my love ! thanks for keeping me company with all your nonsense during the morning assemblys. i'll always remember how you and kitty will check my underwear colour everyday ! &lt;strong&gt;tammy&lt;/strong&gt;gucci ! haha. i'll rmbr u for your freaken huge eyes. and how u always get cut off in photos. and those blur shots of you. and how you SNATCHED my raisins today. loveya (: &lt;strong&gt;jun&lt;/strong&gt;you're leaving stnicks ! :( u're the sweetest thing ever. i'll miss u hell lots ! &lt;strong&gt;amandahuang&lt;/strong&gt;hah ! mushroom rice ! i'll rmbr how you BUGGED me for your thirty cents. goodness. you and your roaring laughter. and your luscious, sexy lips :D &lt;strong&gt;quan&lt;/strong&gt;i'll miss you darling ! all the best in rg (: &lt;strong&gt;sijia&lt;/strong&gt;heya ! haha. thanks for being such a great friend, really. i know the trouble u take to sit 56 with me all the time :D i really enjoy your company.&lt;strong&gt;lingshit&lt;/strong&gt;kindergarten friend ! how could i ever forget you ? all those screaming of "hand in your MACS" and "stow-pid woman". and how you always rattle on about Friends. they're just too funny (: &lt;strong&gt;eunice&lt;/strong&gt;you animated girl ! you're practically insane. nv regretted knowing you. finish your four boxes of raisins ! &lt;strong&gt;michelle&lt;/strong&gt;goddess ! u're full of nonsense :D i'll rmb the time you did the witchy laugh and ms gwee walked past. haha ! love you always. &lt;strong&gt;elaine&lt;/strong&gt;you're darn good in english. im jealous :D all the best at nj !&lt;strong&gt; magoodogpigfart&lt;/strong&gt;you guys a really special ! thanks for all the laughter u all brought. and i'll nv forget the times you all did things for everyone without any complaint. i'll miss you all like crazy ! &lt;strong&gt;reethie&lt;/strong&gt;heys sweetie ! i'll miss you when you leave for nj ! keep in touch okay ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twodiligencetwentyofour.&lt;br /&gt;the air-conditioned classrm&lt;br /&gt;the stench&lt;br /&gt;the toilet&lt;br /&gt;the watercooler&lt;br /&gt;mdmmahmrskohmrstianmrmohanmdmchinmsngmsnair&lt;br /&gt;the wonderful people&lt;br /&gt;the bittersweet memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my everdearest besties who are leaving !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;catherine lai yan ling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember calling you cat-urine in sec one. and how you called me aminah, your maid. and how u used to dislike me :D then the times you, hazel and i went shopping together. the scarecrow competition. the water playground.the crazy photos. how we squeezed into changing rooms. and hound dog ! it really made history. how ms lim would scold us for talking so much. how we would tell each other about our secrets. how you would smack me here there EVERYWHERE. how we talked about how fat we were. (you are NOT fat) and how to lose weight. how we failed every single time. the "hi jessica !" incident. the time we went to hcjc. the taxi ride. the blue underwear. and most recently, enjoying ourselves at wild wild wet. there are so many things i have to say to you. if i were to write it all down, it would be a never ending list. we have so much in common we could talk on the phone for hours. thank you my fashion advicer. my listening ear. i rmb one period of time a few pple said we looked alike. maybe u didnt know it, or you would probably laugh and go "ew !" haha. well, catherine or hannah, i'm proud to be either. we've shared the same memories enjoyed the times we had each other. even if years down the road we won't feel as strongly for each other anymore, when i think of you, i'll just know that you are a very, very special friend. the one who made my first two years of sec sch SO enjoyable. (this sentence applies to hazel and gladys too) i love you A LOT. and i'll miss you like crazy in 2005 when i walk into school and don't see you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hazel lee jia ying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to wonder why you kept on playing tricks on me and badgering me even though i didnt know you. i'll never cease to laugh at your jokes. they make no sense, but watching you and your actions is SO hilarious. i'm sure you know that. and yes, i rmb carrying your heavy black file while you tied your hair. yes you would tie it every five minutes. sth i'll never forget about you is the crushes you always shared about. how you loathe them, love them, whatever. how you bragged about your new pink bra. and this. "i know, a nut is not a fruit. it's a vegetable !" and all your crazy ideas. your silly dances. your kiasu-ness. and the huge blossom you gave me for my birthday. yes i know the moment i saw it i laughed so hard at it i fell to the ground, but i really like it. it was really thoughtful of you. i rmb that time u wanted to get lip gloss. and you took more than an hour to find the stupid colour. we were so pissed ! :D and how you would always walk into my classrm to look at our mirror. actually, to look at your calves, more like. and stop saying my tummy is flat. LOOK AT YOURS. and the gorilla neos we took. i still laugh at them. you really fell sick at the wrong time. left so early ! i really wished you were there to share the last few moments with us. i wanted to call u but you were asleep. please get well soon ! sigh. i really can't imagine life without you. without the zombie walking around everywhere. yes i will miss you lots. i havent gotten enough of you ! and rmb i love you loads ! always ! i still want to receive those smses from you about your newest thing :D and those random phonecalls about them too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gladys tan peiwen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i would get so tight with you. in sec one i used to think u were irritating and just a puny little person pestering me. haha. i thought i was too cool for someone like you (: hahaha. i was stuck with you when we went into 2d. i know i kept concentrating on catsy and nutsy i sorta took you for granted, naggy. i rmb that time we got scolded by chenlaoshi during tingxie. and how we would fight so much because of our many differences. we would fight till we end up on the floor with our arms all red. haha but i enjoy it. how you would show of your bulging arms from swimming. how you would talk about your mom and you shopping for clothes. how we would compete with each other and copy down each other's marks. i copy them in my diary, you copy them in your memory. dont think i dont know. and how you would be able to tell from my expression whether i scored A1 or A2 for a test. and the time we went for yishumicheng together. we walked round more than the whole of clark quay. u were the walking directory. i really enjoyed it. i wish we could go again. and i'll rmb how u always furrow your brows. and use shiseido sunblock everyday. you're the one i can always place my trust in. i tell you secrets and with just a little reminder, you won't spread. much. :D you're really like a second mom to me. you nag and you NAG. yeah i detest it but i guess you know how to knock sense out of me. that's why i really need you. i need your smses scolding me, and the one that asked catsy and i whether we were still alive. you didnt join in the fun but i know you cared for us. i WONT sink deeper, gladys. i love you always and i'll always miss your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-109906196151055321?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109906196151055321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109906196151055321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109906196151055321' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109897311346365987</id><published>2004-10-28T20:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T21:18:33.463+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was hella fun !&lt;br /&gt;mini drama comp&lt;br /&gt;didnt win as usual, haha&lt;br /&gt;headed to wild wild wet with catsy !&lt;br /&gt;nutsy cldnt come cos she was sick ! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was catsy's time of the month&lt;br /&gt;went to guardian to buy ******* :D&lt;br /&gt;it was our first times, haha&lt;br /&gt;examining the thing all the way to downtown east&lt;br /&gt;took a million years to figure&lt;br /&gt;catsy didnt use it in the end anyway&lt;br /&gt;and i left my pe shorts in school ! darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so super fun ! and yeah, it could have been better if the two main slides weren't closed :(&lt;br /&gt;anyway, played the slide-up thing&lt;br /&gt;told myself not to scream but catsy and i stil went "ahhhhhhhhh"&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;like we were the only ones who were so scared ?&lt;br /&gt;oh and we were lucky, we got the floats without paying :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shagged :&lt;br /&gt;went to some joe augustin recording&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gladys lynn eunice rachel xiangie shujean&lt;/strong&gt; and i.&lt;br /&gt;didnt record in the end&lt;br /&gt;gg back next week !&lt;br /&gt;watched the pirated shark's tale&lt;br /&gt;rachel and i fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up the show was over :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and eunice was the only freak snacking away enjoying the show.&lt;br /&gt;laughing like some lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;like everyone else were so afraid to hurt her precious throat ?&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at some chicken house ?&lt;br /&gt;eunice needed MORE food so we went to ntuc and bought raisins ??&lt;br /&gt;u wont believe this they wanted to buy a TUB of it.&lt;br /&gt;settled for six small packets in the end :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off now.&lt;br /&gt;tomm's gna be mega crying session.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-109897311346365987?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109897311346365987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109897311346365987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109897311346365987' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109836136966633429</id><published>2004-10-21T18:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T19:22:49.666+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S STILL UNSETTLED !&lt;br /&gt;i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with clara to take passport photos for our report book after school.&lt;br /&gt;the photos were so sucky !&lt;br /&gt;clara and i were moaning in the studio. or whatever name befits that place.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. headed to macs for lunch at like 1630 ?&lt;br /&gt;hehs.&lt;br /&gt;talked. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;till we were still eating after more than an hour ?&lt;br /&gt;realised that we had a river of things we could chat about :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else today.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-109836136966633429?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109836136966633429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109836136966633429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109836136966633429' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109818970858854893</id><published>2004-10-19T19:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T19:41:48.590+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent been blogging for a million years ?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;exams' finally over and my results really suck.&lt;br /&gt;yuck. (hey it rhymes)&lt;br /&gt;except for chi ?&lt;br /&gt;omg who on earth would ever believe this.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even believe it myself !&lt;br /&gt;even my mom gave me that are-you-kidding-me look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;KITTYKHOO&lt;/b&gt; is officially the sickest person alive.&lt;br /&gt;i never ever met someone who lifted my skirt as an everyday affair.&lt;br /&gt;i get this mental torture of fearing that crazy woman coming after me and LIFTING MY SKIRT.&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting about how she did it again in the theatre when we went to watch white chicks.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like, "oh my god !" and the whole theatre was staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;luckily it was before the trailers; most of the people were still caught up with their own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean to scream (duh) but, apologies to my friends who were with me, i cant control my mouth when such things happen.&lt;br /&gt;it was so, super, "freaken" embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;kitty: please stop lifting my skirt. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha swopped shoes with joyce today&lt;br /&gt;she wore my size five shoes and i wore her size three :D&lt;br /&gt;you see the power that boredom has on humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-109818970858854893?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109818970858854893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109818970858854893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109818970858854893' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109603000687938856</id><published>2004-09-24T19:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T19:46:46.880+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i laughed so hard today i thought my stomach muscles would just get entangle for good.&lt;br /&gt;lingyan swung the bamboo stick twice the height of her and tried to whack me but it crashed into the overhead projector. haha !&lt;br /&gt;the real McCoy :D&lt;br /&gt;-looks at val&lt;br /&gt;hahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sometimes gladys really goes deeper than grating on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;she gnaws at my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, my mind wandered off during chinese lesson.&lt;br /&gt;about how it'll be like when &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; all left for nj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: two years down the road when you come back to visit stnicks, don't let me catch you with a boy.&lt;br /&gt;gladys: two years down the road, don't let me catch you pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??! what's her deal ?&lt;br /&gt;i shall resist from divulging the rest, for the sake of my reputation and HERS.&lt;br /&gt;she said smth like i was sinking deeper and deeper.&lt;br /&gt;mad fellow. she's uttering rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss her like crazy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the favour ! i owe you one. as always :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karmoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not owe you any mooncake ! (btw, if my memory doesnt fail me, i think i gave you two mooncakes a few weeks ago) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-109603000687938856?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109603000687938856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109603000687938856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109603000687938856' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109446621211850754</id><published>2004-09-06T17:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T19:28:19.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Top three NEEDS of the week&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A haircut.&lt;br /&gt;2. Shopping !&lt;br /&gt;3. To focus. (now, how oxymoronic is that ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today isn't a good day at all !&lt;br /&gt;woke up with a runny nose.&lt;br /&gt;and it STILL is runny.&lt;br /&gt;well that was because the weather was cold; it rained in intervals, then the howling wind grated on your bones.&lt;br /&gt;i've never craved for a nice, hot bath for a looong time.&lt;br /&gt;it was sheer luxury soaking in the hot water just now (:&lt;br /&gt;ah, therapatic.&lt;br /&gt;but my nose is still runny :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty queen of only eighteen&lt;br /&gt;She had some trouble with herself&lt;br /&gt;He was always there to help her&lt;br /&gt;She always belonged to someone else&lt;br /&gt;I drove for miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;And wound up at your door&lt;br /&gt;I've had you so many times but somehow&lt;br /&gt;I want more&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;Tap on my window knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I know I tend to get so insecure&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anymore&lt;br /&gt;It's not always rainbows and butterflies&lt;br /&gt;It's compromise that moves us along&lt;br /&gt;My heart is full and my door's always open&lt;br /&gt;You can come anytime you want&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;She will be lovedI know where you hide&lt;br /&gt;Alone in your car&lt;br /&gt;Know all of the things that make you who you are&lt;br /&gt;I know that goodbye means nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-109446621211850754?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109446621211850754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109446621211850754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109446621211850754' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109409906075052901</id><published>2004-09-02T11:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T11:24:20.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh.&lt;br /&gt;while everyone's mugging their brains out in school, stnicks's having a declared holiday for the success of the track finals.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went out yesterday&lt;br /&gt;renewed all the cellphones in the house&lt;br /&gt;changed my no. ; do come to me for it.&lt;br /&gt;man i really wanted my brother's phone too.&lt;br /&gt;the sony erricson one.&lt;br /&gt;but mom wouldn't let me have it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. off to mug for geog and homeecons !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-109409906075052901?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109409906075052901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109409906075052901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109409906075052901' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109395848711829641</id><published>2004-08-31T20:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T20:21:27.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u guys were the closest to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;i know u all are hurting real bad now, but what about me ?&lt;br /&gt;can't believe the time is really coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;what's left in stnicks ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-109395848711829641?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109395848711829641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109395848711829641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109395848711829641' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109299544394727723</id><published>2004-08-20T16:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T16:50:43.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok maybe the hwachong programme was not a pack of lies after all.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i keep wondering if i should have applied for nj too.&lt;br /&gt;realised that the hwachong programme isn't something that might keep me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, been really stressed over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;woke up on thurs morning, then squeezing my eyes shut again.&lt;br /&gt;and again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;i just didnt want to wake up. it was decision making day, and i had to face it without anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to just hide under the covers and maybe oversleep or just stay there as long as i live.&lt;br /&gt;forced outta bed, somehow or rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoke to many people, almost anyone who was by me for more than five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;changed my decision.&lt;br /&gt;its really the hardest thing i've ever did.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting out of my comfort zone and all the conventions.&lt;br /&gt;i chose to take the gamble.&lt;br /&gt;i cast my feelings aside.&lt;br /&gt;and it really hurts my heart badly.&lt;br /&gt;the choice i made probably reflects on how i dont care about &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt; anymore, how &lt;em&gt;IT&lt;/em&gt; seems less important.&lt;br /&gt;but i really do care about &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;'s really important.&lt;br /&gt;maybe some people will look at me as cruel and unfeeling.&lt;br /&gt;well i am, towards myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think i wna change my decision anymore.&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired of contemplating this issue non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;im gna stand by this decision i made.&lt;br /&gt;or rather, this risk.&lt;br /&gt;nothing venture, nothing gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foosao &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heys whitey ! dont be so stressed. we're in the same boat. kinda :D (maybe one of us in a ship and the other in a canoe) i guess we havent really lived until we take a gamble. cheer up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-109299544394727723?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109299544394727723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109299544394727723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109299544394727723' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109211670091053245</id><published>2004-08-10T12:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T12:45:00.910+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oasis was fun !&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing to see the way youths would go all out to serve the Lord (:&lt;br /&gt;my hair was some terrible fashion statement but still cindy is a great hairstylist (:&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting the spastic smile.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok on with the real stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; incident has been coming back to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;if you do not know what i mean, it is with reference to my previous previous entry.&lt;br /&gt;yes the one with chinese in it.&lt;br /&gt;i know it has been ages but it really isnt anyone's fault but mine.&lt;br /&gt;it was my mouth, wasn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;apparently many aren't feeling very happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;all because of ME.&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot, hannah ng lijuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hacey's been passing this hideous rumour about me&lt;br /&gt;stupid haceylacey.&lt;br /&gt;watch out man ! haha :D&lt;br /&gt;dang actually i'm in no mood for laughing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-109211670091053245?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109211670091053245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109211670091053245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109211670091053245' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109187573941181775</id><published>2004-08-07T16:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T17:48:59.410+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Racial Harmony Day.&lt;br /&gt;wore tudongs and funny sarongs/skirts !&lt;br /&gt;everyone said mine looked like a californian girl's.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. it was nice at least !&lt;br /&gt;-looks at lainey&lt;br /&gt;then i changed into val's sari !&lt;br /&gt;haha. first time i ever wore one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You gave me faith cos you believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'm everything i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;because you loved &lt;/span&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfortunately, goodbyes are a part of life. But i reckon that every farewell there's a hello that awaits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;secfours04:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i'll miss you guys terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;saturdays and all other meetings wld be so empty without all of you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sighs. nothing would ever be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We looked upon this day as the vast endless sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;There were times we laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;There were times we cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But farewell is due, the future calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A child mourns and a teardrop falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You were the respected yet my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Whenever i was broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It was you who could mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;During the times when i was lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You were there to reinforce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Goodbye, I bade but i'll still stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Children mourn and teardrops fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;love you all always !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;esp. Morning Glory ! (renhuijadecheweng)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we're the glorious (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6680161-109187573941181775?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109187573941181775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109187573941181775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109187573941181775' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109134956348966765</id><published>2004-08-01T15:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T15:40:21.230+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;gei wo yi bei wang qing shui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;yong yuan dou hui bu liu lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campfire's over and it was the best &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; the worst.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like elaborating on it any further, but i feel really rotten.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it'll take me a long time, or maybe forever to forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the tears, the tears of joy and sadness.&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/6680161-109134956348966765?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109134956348966765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109134956348966765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109134956348966765' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109110565750408747</id><published>2004-07-29T19:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T19:59:03.573+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was reading my previous posts and now i'm like, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay, enough of all the melancholy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;attended the national track and field finals yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;got drenched to the toes, my pinafore wet and stinky, my books smudged with colourful ink. &lt;br /&gt;our hearts thumping like crazy each time we saw stnicks lagging. &lt;br /&gt;but still, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;stnicks emerged as double champ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, 3rd year in a row. &lt;br /&gt;beating spore sports school ! &lt;br /&gt;i mean, like the feeling's really europhic to see your own school being ahead of everyone on the track, then later ON TOP of everyone. and every school&amp;nbsp;can do naught but envy&amp;nbsp;=D &lt;br /&gt;and you just scream your&amp;nbsp;guts out. it's marvelous. &lt;br /&gt;u guys did really well. &lt;br /&gt;proud to be part of stnicks (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now campfire ! &lt;br /&gt;ah ! it's this saturday ! &lt;br /&gt;i've been so up to my ears that my results are going downhill. &lt;br /&gt;i can't believe this - im even considering ip now. &lt;br /&gt;hwachong one is useless. &lt;br /&gt;spoke to yining today and she too said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hwachong bluff people wan&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btr be off to do my hw :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-109110565750408747?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109110565750408747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109110565750408747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109110565750408747' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-109059066900473222</id><published>2004-07-23T20:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:51:09.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;hi all.&lt;br /&gt;once agn, i have been neglecting my blog for almost a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today i hereby declare that my &lt;strong&gt;gradesevenpianoexamination&lt;/strong&gt; is the worst thing that ever happened to me in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;like, i feel really shortchanged.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i worked really hard for this day.&lt;br /&gt;and i just messed it all up.&lt;br /&gt;it all happened becaused i willed myself to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;just some silly psychological thing.&amp;nbsp; whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i really ought to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to PASS. passpasspass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-109059066900473222?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109059066900473222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/109059066900473222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109059066900473222' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108937644658579444</id><published>2004-07-09T19:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T19:34:06.586+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging for so long !&lt;br /&gt;blog's dilapidated :|&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was an eating day for &lt;b&gt;twodiligence&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;amanda &amp; company opened their prize for their sc quiz and everyone helped to devour their cocoa tree chocs.&lt;br /&gt;yumm !&lt;br /&gt;so sexy lips isnt such a scrooge after all ! she gave the class us postcards from italy and now she's sharing her hamper.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homeec ; made shepherds pie.&lt;br /&gt;it was my turn to work alone and i thought i would JUST DIE cos every week it's either i get scalded by the sputtering oil or i get burnt by the friggin oven.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mrs gurung did like more than half of the work within minutes ?&lt;br /&gt;hehs. excluding the &lt;s&gt;peascorncarrots&lt;/s&gt;, it was nice (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPW. think onescrewloose did a great job !&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeepps.&lt;br /&gt;hwachong programme !&lt;br /&gt;everyone's talking about it non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;the more i listen the more anxious i get !&lt;br /&gt;heard the results would be announced next week.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't think i stand any chance.&lt;br /&gt;i mean like everyone is so good ?&lt;br /&gt;jittered. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108937644658579444?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108937644658579444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108937644658579444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108937644658579444' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108814843752430291</id><published>2004-06-25T14:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T14:27:17.523+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay i've got extension for the 20 000 words thing cos i went to kl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some relatives at my house now. i don't even know how they are related to me.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that the three kids are SUPER hyperactive.&lt;br /&gt;okay one of them is crying now. and they just slammed the door i have no idea what they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;first they slammed on my piano. &lt;br /&gt;haha. then the girl played with rowan, my stuffed dog.&lt;br /&gt;all right i din really mind that.&lt;br /&gt;then the two sisters started fighting for my ygr bro's adidas ball. :D&lt;br /&gt;then the older one played with the printer :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. a very UNcondusive environment to do my hw.&lt;br /&gt;eeks. &lt;b&gt;ronda&lt;/b&gt; just reminded me abt eng research !&lt;br /&gt;it totally slipped my mind !&lt;br /&gt;rahh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108814843752430291?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108814843752430291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108814843752430291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108814843752430291' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108806553189573483</id><published>2004-06-24T15:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T15:25:31.896+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KL was fun!&lt;br /&gt;shopping there really rocks(:&lt;br /&gt;as in their malls are really up-market.some are even better than spore's.&lt;br /&gt;except for tht berjaya times square:/&lt;br /&gt;it's really the pits.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why it gets so much publicity.&lt;br /&gt;bought a lot of clothes&lt;br /&gt;ate a lot. eeps!&lt;br /&gt;tried to burn the fat with dad and older bro at sweat club(:&lt;br /&gt;a nicenice place.&lt;br /&gt;played at sunway lagoon with mom, dad and ygr brother.&lt;br /&gt;older brother wanted to stay in the hotel and study:/&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe anyone would ever do anything as silly as that.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had great fun!&lt;br /&gt;most of the rides were sat by ygr bro and i cos mom and dad were too scared, esp. mom:D&lt;br /&gt;could feel my bro's legs SHAKING MADLY when we sat the junk.haha!&lt;br /&gt;liked the bumpy scary rollercoasters(:&lt;br /&gt;and the wet ones too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.i must mention this.&lt;br /&gt;when we were having breakfast on the last day in the hotel, there was this guy who looked really daft wearing a catholic jc shirt.&lt;br /&gt;he kept BURPING.&lt;br /&gt;tell me how revolting is that?&lt;br /&gt;i nearly barfed.EW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taught my ygr bro the meaning of a metrosexual on the coach.he asked me:D&lt;br /&gt;insightful conversations with my older bro on the coach.&lt;br /&gt;about life in college, njc, triple sc, arts,etc.&lt;br /&gt;some things just keep me in a dillema :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 000 words.-faints&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108806553189573483?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108806553189573483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108806553189573483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108806553189573483' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108764155325018013</id><published>2004-06-19T16:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T17:39:13.250+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm super stressed !&lt;br /&gt;think this is the worst of all holidays.&lt;br /&gt;i've way too many things on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;campfire, my novella, piano exam, etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school today to discuss our script.&lt;br /&gt;met &lt;b&gt;qiuyuseeroojasmine&lt;/b&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;jasmine looked as stressed as i was.&lt;br /&gt;her comm. is rather stressful yeah.&lt;br /&gt;seero should be stressed up too, but i guess she expresses it through her silly nonsense.(:&lt;br /&gt;lousy progress on our script.&lt;br /&gt;but jasmine's gonna be the sexy temptress:D&lt;br /&gt;seeroo and i the partners in crime and qiuyu the big boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a lot of thinking last night.&lt;br /&gt;funny how the past few days just passed in a blur and i did not even stop to think about what i was doing and to evaluate my life.&lt;br /&gt;mom was right.&lt;br /&gt;i was just running and running, faster with each step i took.yet i had no time to look back at what i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;my life was in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;i became so stolid.so indifferent to everything.&lt;br /&gt;i never felt like this before, or at least, not for such a long period of time. &lt;br /&gt;so last night i sorta gained back my humanity.&lt;br /&gt;realised that i was too wilful and way too stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;i had to learn to let things go; to take things by my stride.&lt;br /&gt;many people told me that i looked tired.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess it's showing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today when i came home from school, i finished reading my book,&lt;b&gt;the growing pains of adrian mole&lt;/b&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;then i took a long long nap.i haven't had a nap for a long time. i could not afford it.&lt;br /&gt;woke up and did homework.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's the way i should be leading my life.&lt;br /&gt;to heck with finishing everything in a day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i haven't packed my bag yet.&lt;br /&gt;leaving for KL tommorow. yes i need a getaway from all this work here.&lt;br /&gt;will be back on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;till then, bye-bye!(:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108764155325018013?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108764155325018013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108764155325018013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108764155325018013' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108756638454613030</id><published>2004-06-18T20:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T20:46:24.546+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched the &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#33FF33&gt;Shrek 2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; dvd.&lt;br /&gt;super funny !:D&lt;br /&gt;esp. the last part when they sang livin' la vida loca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#CC6633&gt;&lt;b&gt;gingerbreadman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; was so cute !&lt;br /&gt;guffaws came from my younger brother slumped on the couch next to me.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't quite concentrate on the show though.it always happens, for some intangible reason.&lt;br /&gt;besides, my older brother's MOUTH was on a NON-STOP MARATHON.&lt;br /&gt;singing, talking, etc.&lt;br /&gt;urgh.&lt;br /&gt;just because he watched the show alr does not give him an excuse to distract others.&lt;br /&gt;i try to give my utmost attention to every show i view :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go for the debate camp today !:(&lt;br /&gt;mom asked me to take a rest before gg to KL.&lt;br /&gt;peixin &lt;s&gt;chickened&lt;/s&gt; backed out too :D&lt;br /&gt;only xiangie and gladys went.&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys will have fun; good luck to xiangie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;you know what i mean.&lt;/I&gt; :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and only when i went to school did i realise that the emcee meeting was cancelled because mikaela thought i would be gg for camp!&lt;br /&gt;urgh! terrible miscommunication:/&lt;br /&gt;how ironic!&lt;br /&gt;waited for ms ho to look at our banner&lt;br /&gt;everything was pretty fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd better be off doing my novella.&lt;br /&gt;i MUST reach eight thousand by tonight, otherwise i shall stuff myself with &lt;u&gt;a pot of green peas.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108756638454613030?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108756638454613030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108756638454613030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108756638454613030' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108738535698821012</id><published>2004-06-16T18:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T18:29:16.990+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eepps.my piano tchr said that my exam would be in aug, and today she told me it's on 23 july.&lt;br /&gt;i feel cheated.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;we went to the sc centre again.&lt;br /&gt;we were so sick of all the exhibits that cat wanted to go through the mirror maze a second time just to excite herself.&lt;br /&gt;at first it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;then cat and i hid in this corner of the maze&lt;br /&gt;and we could see nut desperately in search for us, waving her arms so as to detect any mirror that may block her way.&lt;br /&gt;okay that was not the funniest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later cat got super freaked out by the clown which seemed to be appearing everywhere (she was hallucinating) so we started running.&lt;br /&gt;okay it was rather scary cos we couldnt find our way out all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;i ran so quickly i banged into one of the mirrors!&lt;br /&gt;my left shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;right. nut laughed like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;then we continued running and again i banged into another mirror!&lt;br /&gt;this time it was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;my left cheek hit the mirror real hard and my head was like...throbbing?&lt;br /&gt;and nut and cat fell on the ground laughing. :/&lt;br /&gt;i was lying on the ground in pain.&lt;br /&gt;nut said the mirror vibrated, that's why she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i look into the mirror, i see a slight tint of maroon on the left cheek of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108738535698821012?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108738535698821012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108738535698821012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108738535698821012' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108722232521228062</id><published>2004-06-14T20:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T21:12:05.213+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to the science centre today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;michelle&lt;/b&gt; was so late!&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;b&gt;catsy, xiangie, qiuyu&lt;/b&gt; and i were all late as well.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lesson was long and rather boring.heheh.&lt;br /&gt;except for the hands-on parts which were rather fun.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at macs and cat and i were singing nutsy her ballad again.&lt;br /&gt;nutsy's greatest fear =D&lt;br /&gt;played with some of the sc stuff.&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention that &lt;u&gt;cat spat lemon-lime juice on nutsy&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;omg.everyone was staring at us.&lt;br /&gt;birdie, gekky, meibao, gladd, qiuyu and i were laughing so hard we were close to banging the ground!=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gladys: "ur better eat my eyeballs!"&lt;br /&gt;-holds up her bag of eyeball bubblegum&lt;br /&gt;lecturer: -stares in horror&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108722232521228062?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108722232521228062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108722232521228062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108722232521228062' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108712577515186388</id><published>2004-06-13T18:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T18:22:55.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gone were the days of having the writers' workshop in the pres.high comp lab.&lt;br /&gt;but i am STILL burdened with twenty-thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally drained of ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of this, why are cheet and jiafang constantly saying that i have affinity with Shortie?&lt;br /&gt;-slaps forehead&lt;br /&gt;he's literarily a living joke.&lt;br /&gt;hehs.that was mean.&lt;br /&gt;but someone who plays william hung's -gulps &lt;i&gt;hits&lt;/i&gt; incessantly?&lt;br /&gt;don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me, i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108712577515186388?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108712577515186388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108712577515186388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108712577515186388' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108693915504511621</id><published>2004-06-11T14:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T14:32:35.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;i've found something! something i've been searching for so long, something so so so precious...&lt;br /&gt;gladys! catsy! nut!&lt;br /&gt;u'll be glad to hear about it(:&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;(this came from peixin)&lt;br /&gt;i am currently EEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely Excitedly Ecstatically Euphoric&lt;br /&gt;hahaha(:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the last budding authors' workshop!&lt;br /&gt;there was some sort of party thing.&lt;br /&gt;with food and blaring music from the stupid boys.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much else to say.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still feeling very, very overwhelmed. (: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108693915504511621?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108693915504511621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108693915504511621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108693915504511621' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108687837331554569</id><published>2004-06-10T21:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T21:41:25.776+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i am so infected by the song gladys and val kept singing during termtwo, &lt;b&gt;Summer Nights&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went for the second last budding authors' workshop. &lt;br /&gt;i realised that this guy wrote like, &lt;b&gt;seventeenthousandwords&lt;/b&gt; already?&lt;br /&gt;gosh!&lt;br /&gt;how's mine? i'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;-groans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer lovin' had me a blast&lt;br /&gt;summer lovin', happened so fast&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl crazy for me &lt;br /&gt;I met a boy, cute as can be&lt;br /&gt;Summer days driftin' away, to uh-oh those summer nights&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more, did you get very far?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more, like, does he have a car?&lt;br /&gt;She swam by me, she got a cramp &lt;br /&gt;He went by me, got my suit damp&lt;br /&gt;I saved her life, she nearly drowned &lt;br /&gt;He showed off, splashing around&lt;br /&gt;Summer sun, something's begun, but uh-oh those summer nights&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more, was it love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more, did she put up a fight?&lt;br /&gt;Took her bowlin' in the Arcade&lt;br /&gt;We went strollin', drank lemonade&lt;br /&gt;We made out under the dock &lt;br /&gt;We stayed out until ten o'clock&lt;br /&gt;Summer fling don't mean a thing, but uh-oh those summer nights&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more, that you don't got her preg&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more, cause he sounds like a drag&lt;br /&gt;He got friendly, holdin' my hand &lt;br /&gt;Well she got friendly, down in the&lt;br /&gt;sand&lt;br /&gt;He was sweet, just turned eighteen &lt;br /&gt;Well she was good, you know what I&lt;br /&gt;mean&lt;br /&gt;Summer heat, boy and girl meet, but uh-oh those summer nights&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more, how much dough did he spend?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more, could she get me a friend?&lt;br /&gt;It turned colder, that's where it ends&lt;br /&gt;So I told her we'd still be&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;Then we made our true love vow&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what she's doin' now&lt;br /&gt;Summer dreams ripped at the seams, but oh, those summer nights&lt;br /&gt;Tell me more, tell me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108687837331554569?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108687837331554569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108687837331554569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108687837331554569' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108679297179553054</id><published>2004-06-09T21:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T21:56:11.796+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much to blog about today but since i watched a movie, i feel compelled to give a movie review so as not to let the producers down and to make the seven-fifty i spent(or rather, my mom spent) more meaningful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to watch harry potter ystrday.&lt;br /&gt;i would say that, compared to the first two movies, this one is lacklustre. &lt;br /&gt;slightly.&lt;br /&gt;it was rather short a movie for a relatively long book.&lt;br /&gt;but the graphics and scenery were splendeeeeeeeed.(:&lt;br /&gt;rupert grint was funny as usual=D&lt;br /&gt;and the &lt;i&gt;ridiculous&lt;/i&gt; part was really ridiculous.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i somehow feel that daniel radcliffe looks like a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;seeroo&lt;/b&gt; said he looked like micheal jackson.&lt;br /&gt;-gasps for air &lt;br /&gt;bahh.i don't feel like reviewing anymore. some kind of movie review this is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazel returned from perth and we just had an insightful conversation over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;more like i was just listening to her babble on about a bunch of Outback guys.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;hazel, if you are reading this, let me tell you something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;you are in love again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let's talk about me.&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago i was looking into the mirror at myself while my hair was wet.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that curls looked really pretty!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A PERM.&lt;br /&gt;as in large, soft curls.&lt;br /&gt;-squeals&lt;br /&gt;hahaha Mom do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of straight locks:/  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108679297179553054?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108679297179553054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108679297179553054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108679297179553054' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108661313502827072</id><published>2004-06-07T19:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T19:58:55.026+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=3&gt;i hate &lt;u&gt;mondays&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becos i am always down with a flu on mondays!/:&lt;br /&gt;haha. realised today that melissa suffers from the &lt;b&gt;monday-blues syndrome&lt;/b&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;all right, to be fair to monday and show absolutely no favouritism to the other days of the week, today was quite a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;sniffled my way to pres. high for the workshop in the morning and realised that &lt;b&gt;peixin&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;xiangli&lt;/b&gt; were still inside the comp lab.then xiangli started using 'paint' to draw this woman with LUSCIOUS LIPS.okay that's not the point.i won't go into detail.all i can say is that it was darn darn hilarious.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'll stop here becos my brother is bugging me to get off the comp.&lt;br /&gt;laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108661313502827072?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108661313502827072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108661313502827072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108661313502827072' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108641793595645657</id><published>2004-06-05T13:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T13:45:35.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i just discovered something.&lt;br /&gt;that my elder brother has been reading my blog!&lt;br /&gt;so to my everdearest bro, if you are reading this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go away&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;haha.as if you would care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, there isnt anything very personal in here=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for budding writer's workshop again.&lt;br /&gt;it was a make up for vesak day.&lt;br /&gt;was rather glad that the &lt;u&gt;shortie&lt;/u&gt; sat somewhere else though he was still blasting william hung's music yesterday but he has stopped as of today, so that's fine.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, malcolm said that we should have completed ten thousand words by monday and heck, i've only two thousand and seven hundred odd? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday xiangie showed me something really interesting which she got from peixin.&lt;br /&gt;i noe this might bore some out, but please bear with me.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Different Types of Phobias&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of dentists  -  &lt;strong&gt;dentophobic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of being forgotten  -  &lt;strong&gt;athazagoraphobia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of negros  -  &lt;strong&gt;negrophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth  -  &lt;strong&gt;arachibutyrophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear of mushrooms  -  &lt;strong&gt;mycophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.it's so darn funny k.&lt;br /&gt;i am officially gelophobic.&lt;br /&gt;in other words, fear of laughter. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108641793595645657?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108641793595645657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108641793595645657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108641793595645657' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108622704319093077</id><published>2004-06-03T08:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T08:48:46.446+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay!(:&lt;br /&gt;i have unexpectedly completed my task by writing to the bare minimum of a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a thousand and &lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt;.=D&lt;br /&gt;malcolm said he wanted between a thousand to two?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;i shall continue a little bit more to make myself look more hardworking.yes.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent vesak day looking at paintings:/&lt;br /&gt;went to ikea too.&lt;br /&gt;bought some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;kinda boring. felt cheated cos i had to diss my novel for something like tt!&lt;br /&gt;haha.went to thomson plaza at night.&lt;br /&gt;parents were looking at some vases AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;and i was like, stoning arnd just waiting for them?&lt;br /&gt;i thought that by sitting on one of the horses on the children's merry-go-round might capture their attention.&lt;br /&gt;they wld probably go, "oh look! our daughter's so bored she'd gone bonkers!"&lt;br /&gt;but no, wrong was i.&lt;br /&gt;they did not even notice me.&lt;br /&gt;oh fine.haha.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom was giving me a lecture yest. morn.&lt;br /&gt;she asked me to stop being lazy and to stop memorising things from the textbook.(how ironical is that?)&lt;br /&gt;"education is a long-term thing.at this rate you are going, you are going to burn out..."&lt;br /&gt;"can you learn to do more house work? You are a GIRL.even if you dont get married, u need to take care of urself..."&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;"don't always think you are going to work in a big bank."&lt;br /&gt;HAHA=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108622704319093077?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108622704319093077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108622704319093077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108622704319093077' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108608499164742074</id><published>2004-06-01T16:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T17:16:31.646+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dad took us to watch &lt;b&gt;Troy&lt;/b&gt; after piano lesson ystrday.&lt;br /&gt;it was greeeeaaaat.(:&lt;br /&gt;brad pitt isn't as cute as everyone rants about him as.&lt;br /&gt;i mean at some angles he looks nice becos of his deep-set blue eyes but other than that he looks kinda strained and...he's kinda &lt;i&gt;old.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he's got a great figure, no doubt!(:&lt;br /&gt;i still like orlando bloom!&lt;br /&gt;though i think he was rather cowardly at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;liked the character hector best.&lt;br /&gt;helen is kinda pretty but she looked a little scary?&lt;br /&gt;kinda wanted achillies to die cos he was so proud=D&lt;br /&gt;but it was sad though.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pres.high for the writers' workshop for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xiangie melissa jiafang&lt;/b&gt; in my shift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#9933CC&gt;&lt;b&gt;twenty thousand word novella.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word - crazy.i'll never finish it.&lt;br /&gt;the trainer, malcolm malse(?) has a great sense of humour though.&lt;br /&gt;and today there was three anderson boys sitting adjacent to us.&lt;br /&gt;one of them, was super short, shorter than ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;listen up catsy!shorter than &lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt;.(think ian.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he was so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;first he kept asking us our PSLE aggregate score.&lt;br /&gt;like PSLE was way more than a year ago?&lt;br /&gt;than he kept trying to talk to us abt some junk but we cldn't be bothered with him.&lt;br /&gt;then later he &lt;b&gt;blasted chinese music&lt;/b&gt; while the trainer was seeing to some students.&lt;br /&gt;i mean how daft can anyone get?&lt;br /&gt;then he started asking us if we liked fivefivesixsix.&lt;br /&gt;agn and agn.&lt;br /&gt;we ignored him.=D&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like it's gna pour.&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108608499164742074?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108608499164742074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108608499164742074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108608499164742074' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108592026032273920</id><published>2004-05-30T19:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T19:31:00.323+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to town with family after church today!&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch &lt;b&gt;troy&lt;/b&gt; so we went to plazasing to check out the time slots available.&lt;br /&gt;odd time slots they had:/&lt;br /&gt;so we had lunch there and shopped a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;mom bought a clock(haha) from molecule.&lt;br /&gt;to go with the &lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;u&gt;piano&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to taka to shop somemore.&lt;br /&gt;dad went to look at paintings.:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#0099FF&gt;&lt;b&gt;oil on canvas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;saw a really nice blue striped racerback tee.&lt;br /&gt;tried it on and wanted to buy it,&lt;br /&gt;but the cutting at the back was kinda ugly.&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't want it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;then we headed over to wisma.&lt;br /&gt;shopped somemore.&lt;br /&gt;bought a pair of reef slippers(:&lt;br /&gt;eyeying this skirt from future state=D&lt;br /&gt;ate at jack's place.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's gna take us to watch &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#33CC00"&gt;troy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tommorow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108592026032273920?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108592026032273920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108592026032273920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108592026032273920' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108583145621739309</id><published>2004-05-29T18:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T18:50:56.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#Ff0099&gt;&lt;b&gt;Man proposes, God disposes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at arnd eight this morning?&lt;br /&gt;tried to finish filing the worksheets and packing the junk in my room from ystrday.&lt;br /&gt;it's still a whole load of &lt;u&gt;mess&lt;/u&gt;:/&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to TJC for a science fair yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;sucked like anything.&lt;br /&gt;first, we were not allowed to bring our bags.&lt;br /&gt;like what? all my means of entertainment were in it k.&lt;br /&gt;and my cam was in dere and the class was &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; locked.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness no one stole it.&lt;br /&gt;then in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;the whole of &lt;font color=#Ff6600&gt;&lt;b&gt;twodiligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; brought the house down!=D&lt;br /&gt;we were bombing and singing away.&lt;br /&gt;lingshit exploded &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;seven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; times!&lt;br /&gt;then in TJ we had to,like, copy down hypothesises and variables?&lt;br /&gt;and that place was so squeezy and humid.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;b&gt;cat&lt;/b&gt; took out her cam and took pictures of the info, then she, &lt;b&gt;nut&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;glad&lt;/b&gt; and i &lt;s&gt;went&lt;/s&gt; squirmed out of the classroom and copied from her cam.=D&lt;br /&gt;played some other stuff before going to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like spending their time in there more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;food was kinda weird but anyway, &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#CCFF00&gt;cat nut glad val&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and i spent the hour laughing away.&lt;br /&gt;like mad women.(:&lt;br /&gt;cat and i had a few mini concerts to perform our famous ballad, &lt;u&gt;beautiful twonight&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;duduwanchien&lt;/b&gt; is so gullible.&lt;br /&gt;she actually listened to our self-made-up ghost story, which was a whole load of crap.&lt;br /&gt;went back to the bus and twodiligence started singing agn(:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;everytime i look at you in action, i go ew,ew,ew.&lt;br /&gt;not that i really care or anything, but i'm really afraid a stye might develop in my eye one day.&lt;br /&gt;so for the sake of my eye and everyone else's, could you &lt;s&gt;two&lt;/s&gt; please be more discreet?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, don't you guys have that wee-bit of self-respect?&lt;br /&gt;if that is how you want others to deem you as, i have nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;because you really aren't what you used to be, and besides losing all our respect for you, we have lost a friend too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108583145621739309?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108583145621739309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108583145621739309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108583145621739309' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108567005232239804</id><published>2004-05-27T21:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:00:52.323+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had assembly today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cat&lt;/b&gt; and I made up a nice ballad.&lt;br /&gt;definition of a ballad= a song people write to describe something that happened, rather than emotions.which was exactly what we did.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;wonderful &lt;I&gt;two&lt;/I&gt;night&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were strolling along the beach&lt;br /&gt;you held my hand though it was out of reach&lt;br /&gt;i was shy, i blushed&lt;br /&gt;you did it out of lust[prolonged]&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you reached into your pocket&lt;br /&gt;and took out a socket[screech]&lt;br /&gt;bent into  a rocket&lt;br /&gt;ugly it may be, but i loved it so&lt;br /&gt;others asked me, but i wouldn't let them hold&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;it was our baby&lt;br /&gt;our future, maybe&lt;br /&gt;baby, maybe,&lt;br /&gt;baby![screech]&lt;br /&gt;he kissed me!&lt;br /&gt;-laughs&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. this might not make much sense to some.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess quite a handful do know!&lt;br /&gt;-laughs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108567005232239804?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108567005232239804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108567005232239804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108567005232239804' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108557386226332266</id><published>2004-05-26T18:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T19:17:42.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAH.made such a nice long post and its &lt;u&gt;GONE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt &lt;b&gt;latin dance&lt;/b&gt; in schl ystrday!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;font color=#FFOO99&gt;&lt;b&gt;gladsie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and i went to do the chinese trail.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hella fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;plazasing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere near national library&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some heritage museum near ROM&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mita building&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spore river&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere near the esplanade&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mita was beautiful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarke quay was nice!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed looking at all those countryside furniture.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countryside but posh (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spore river was picturesque!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took many nice photos!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a train to citilink to go to the esplanade(we cheated).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped, of course:)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bot some stuff then instead of heading to the esplanade, gladsie and i went to eat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were famished cos we forgot to haf lunch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at Nooch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was yummy(:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we were darn full after that!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped a little and bought more things and we just went home, ditching the esplanade.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos glad frequents that place anyway so we din wna go.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-laughs :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;font color=#0000FF&gt;&lt;b&gt;finding nemo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; during history today(:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lingyan's my kindergarten friend, and she keeps going,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#99FF33&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hello, kindergarten friend."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, go on and laugh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPW is driving me &lt;u&gt;nuts.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate all the &lt;b&gt;false alarms&lt;/B&gt; :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108557386226332266?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108557386226332266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108557386226332266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108557386226332266' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108553847957941785</id><published>2004-05-26T09:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T09:27:59.580+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having art now ! &lt;b&gt;lingyan&lt;/b&gt;'s bugging us all with her nonsense about her blog music. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108553847957941785?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108553847957941785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108553847957941785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108553847957941785' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108540641694482489</id><published>2004-05-24T20:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T20:46:56.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>history's now history !joy to mankind!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history exam was okay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness there was no jurong story(:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my cousin's house after schl to do the flash animation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val's mom drove &lt;font color=#0066FF&gt;&lt;b&gt;val&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and i there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin john was a great help!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the animation's rather cool.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really like his room. its loaded with really cool things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spotted a carton of &lt;font color=#99FF33&gt;&lt;b&gt;green cow sour milk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.thought it was kinda cute.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mom brought me to take photos for my passport.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos turned out okay.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF6600&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (as of what she wants me to refer to her as) and i are debating over sophistcated names on MSN-&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#FF0099&gt;Birdie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#FF0099&gt;nahneh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108540641694482489?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108540641694482489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108540641694482489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108540641694482489' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108496197967890544</id><published>2004-05-19T17:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T17:19:39.676+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had chem test yesterday and it was a whole load of crap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been encumbered with project works for the past few days with absolutely no time to rest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way, i've learnt to appreciate the comfort of my bed when i retire for the day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;You son and heir of a mongrel bitch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how they condemn each other in Shakespeare.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds rather controversial doesn't it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is what i call deliciously abusive.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ipwsciencecourseworkliteraturehistoryexam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108496197967890544?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108496197967890544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108496197967890544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108496197967890544' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108462751123337513</id><published>2004-05-15T20:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T20:25:11.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dad's out at his friend's, so i'm stuck at home having to figure out those math qns i don't know how to do by myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i should be more dependent on myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the collapsing debris of a fallen building, work and deadlines are all piled on me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i say tests?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been so up to my ears.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contemplating of wonders-if any-currently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108462751123337513?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108462751123337513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108462751123337513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108462751123337513' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108393570522995721</id><published>2004-05-07T19:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T20:19:33.200+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ouch!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had napfa ystrday and my legs are aching like crazy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shoulders hurt too!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those who gave me EVEN more belated presents((:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i cant thank each personally here.im a lazy pig.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arethie's realleh sweet.(:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate the bread and kony-something jelly we made for home ecs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so darn full ! the mushroom omelette val and i made was yummy though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed behind to discuss some proposal wif &lt;b&gt;seeroofannyjolenecheryljasmineqiuyu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeroo's rainbow song was so hilarious !=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rudolph !-lks at seeroo and qiuyu(:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later jasminecherylquiyufannyjolene left.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;b&gt;meibaovivcharisse&lt;/b&gt; came.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had nth to do during LD.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitched a lot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108393570522995721?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108393570522995721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108393570522995721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108393570522995721' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108376197799307264</id><published>2004-05-05T19:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T20:08:15.903+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font color=#FF66FF&gt;happy birthday cat !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birdie lured cat to the forum where &lt;B&gt;nutsy,gladd,kuku&lt;/b&gt; and i waited for her with the cake.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll nv forget that priceless look on her face along with that confused "eh?"&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i'm smiling to myself now.it was just too hilarious for words to describe.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.thank you all who gave me belated presents((:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received many many plush toys this year. isit the in thing?=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;including that remarkable &lt;b&gt;blossom&lt;/b&gt; from nutsy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;b&gt;beautiful&lt;/b&gt;.=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was luffing like mad agn when i saw the bubbles version today for cat !&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its really cute anyway !&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother's day is nearing!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nt sure when exactly it is, but my twobros and i are sharing the cost of mom's gift.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bot a small bottle of bvlgari perfume.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope mom likes it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! the date of our trip has been changed!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means i can go for the camp!hurray!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be leaving a night too early cos i wld be setting off the next day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad had agreed((:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and believe it or not, gladys is having the same arrangement as i am, cos we wld be gg to the SAME PLACE on the SAME DATE in the SAME HOTEL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,as cel often goes,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;gawd save me.&lt;/I&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108376197799307264?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108376197799307264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108376197799307264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108376197799307264' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108338506837517912</id><published>2004-05-01T11:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T11:23:54.450+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to those with gifts or who just wished me hpybd.((:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had two cakes! one from &lt;b&gt;karmooncatcel&lt;/b&gt; and the other from &lt;b&gt;seerooandjasmine&lt;/b&gt;. mann im gna be so fat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks anyway u guys.((:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to you all:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cat&lt;/b&gt;for the cake and wadever thats on monday;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haze&lt;/b&gt;for wadever thats 'half the size of me';&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gladd&lt;/b&gt;for the ty bear in a bouquet;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;karmoon&lt;/b&gt;for the cake and cow and keychain and bear;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cel&lt;/b&gt;for the cake and cow and key chain;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;michjunxh&lt;/b&gt;for the candle vase;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tong2&lt;/b&gt;for the pig;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;peixin&lt;/b&gt;for the piglet;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;morningglory&lt;/b&gt; for the pendant and &lt;i&gt;thong&lt;/i&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108338506837517912?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108338506837517912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108338506837517912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108338506837517912' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108323768197139687</id><published>2004-04-29T18:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T18:25:38.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rahh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid KL trip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of it i cant go for the debate camp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the camp is from 18-20 june and i'm leaving on the &lt;u&gt;nineteenth&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the camp sounds like so darn darn fun okay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;threedaystwonights in acs barker.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong, its bcos acs B is a really cool building and xiangie told me that it has like two pools and automatic taps?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;catgladdxiangiepeixin&lt;/b&gt; are going too!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine how much fun im gna miss out on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.dad wouldnt change the date for KL cos he alr booked the hotel and evrything./:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said:&lt;s&gt;dont make things so complicated.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, there's something that i have been sulking over for a looong time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that thing hasnt been resolved yet.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomm's my birthday and i think it's the grumpiest one i've ever had.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.i guess u need to give me another day and i'll feel much btr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those who wished me happy birthday in advance((:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tomorrow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you tomorrow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're only a day away((:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108323768197139687?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108323768197139687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108323768197139687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108323768197139687' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108297638640456820</id><published>2004-04-26T17:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T19:20:09.950+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#CC3399&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;happy birthday hazel !&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated haz's bd with a yummy cake.((:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took so many funny photos with &lt;font color=#99FF00&gt;cathazebirdiemeibaogekky.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jueng [?] home aftr schl today to do some planning for the CIP event.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old folks there are &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; pitiful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean the mere sight of them slumped on their wheelchairs looking all dejected makes you wna cry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst part was the brendon boy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was totally deformed and he cant see.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's gna be bed-ridden all his life living on diluted milk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aftr seeing all these i finally got to understand what adults mean when they say "see how fortunate you are"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least, for the time being.=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sang them some songs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha like "moon represents my heart".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hilarious. i din even noe how to sing that.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats all im blogging for today.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108297638640456820?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108297638640456820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108297638640456820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108297638640456820' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108255050006482584</id><published>2004-04-21T18:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T19:34:09.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;B&gt;happy birthday tongtong!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history test was postponed from yesterday to tmrw to next thursday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor sectwos who were affected by the food poisoning from the kampong glam thing!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btr not go into detail before i get sued for racial discrimination.=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to all those who were affected, rest well and get well soon!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way the postponing was good cos chptrs 7,8 and 9 was a terrible feat to study.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my speech preliminary rnds today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to mrs tian, i was scared out of my wits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has such a &lt;s&gt;black&lt;/s&gt; face.=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs sng and ms praba were dere too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately they were smiling, otherwise i wld stumble over my words &lt;u&gt;even further&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i did horribly.hehs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twocharity pple were really a great audience.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which helped a lot in making me less nervous!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song's real cute.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=FF6633&gt;&lt;B&gt;God made you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you might be&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very special possibility&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made the heavens and all you see&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a plan for you and me&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108255050006482584?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108255050006482584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108255050006482584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108255050006482584' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108224810776564579</id><published>2004-04-18T07:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T07:33:31.186+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sportsday ystrday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#3399FF&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLUE HSE WON.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;yay!((:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;see that no one is indispensable and the world still moves on w/o you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108224810776564579?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108224810776564579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108224810776564579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108224810776564579' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108217750349308042</id><published>2004-04-17T11:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T11:57:49.796+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had my first home econs practical ystrday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one word - disastrous.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=CC99FF&gt;lorena&lt;/font&gt; was my partner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since she's also my lab partner, who never wants to go near the bunsen burner, you can guess who does all the stove/grill/oven work.=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.she did help with fire though.cos im scared of it too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the baked potato was just a lump of something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looked so NOT appetizing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lorena and i put pure cream instead of sour cream !&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we both got burned by the stupid tray:/&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like,"ouch! its very hot!"and everyone in the kitchen was luffing?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and making sandwiches isnt as easy as it sounds.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.u must noe how to put the filling properly, in such a way that i wldnt be &lt;I&gt;sloppy&lt;/I&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the egg was &lt;b&gt;spilling out&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, did i say abt how we had a half boiled egg instead of a boiled one?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.egg white floating on the pot of water.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was just plain horrible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=99FF66&gt;val&lt;/font&gt; was working alone but she was a thousand times better off than lorena and i.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lorena said that we can nv be homemakers.=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had cca later.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty fun except that&lt;font color=FFFF33&gt;foosao&lt;/font&gt; and i cant take the cook's badge cos we cant cook!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can learn, cant we?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even those who knew how to fry eggs could not take?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i cant even cook instant noodles.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btr go take a bath now((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108217750349308042?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108217750349308042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108217750349308042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108217750349308042' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108166987268344504</id><published>2004-04-11T14:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T14:56:20.060+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was rather..wholesome?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went swimming at arnd ten plus?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swam 15 lengths.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i came back i left for piano lesson immediately.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom thought i wld nv make it in time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i proved her wrong cos the bus came exactly when i arrived at the bus-stop.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.she called to tell my piano tchr that i wld be late and my piano tchr was like,"but she's alr here!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they thot i took a cab.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my piano teacher was like," you rushed all the way here but u still smell so good!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, i just had a bath and i did not even rush!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano lesson was so funny.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrsyeo is really hilarious!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried studying some chi b4 i went for victoria's campfire in the evening.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victoria's campfire was darn &lt;I&gt;hot&lt;/I&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;as in, really sweltering hot, no pun intended.=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a pretty ordinary campfire.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to town wif my family aftr service today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to get my bro's sch u and some face paint, but ended up shopping in the end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's such a taitai !=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she begs to differ.haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's really weird. when he sees smth he might want to buy, he just makes up his mind on the spot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that what you call impulse purchase?=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom bot me new sportsbra again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently everyone was in a spendthrift mood.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were heading towards cold storage, there was a salesperson who approached us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she reminds me of ms jeya.haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we were visa members, we could get this isetan twenty dollar discount AND choose another special privilege.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel really has lucky fingers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he picked one of the cards and the privilege was some hotel stay OR a digicam/webcam!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like we were so lucky?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mom din want it in the end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos she had to sit thru some thing which she did not want to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btr go take a bath.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese.ah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108166987268344504?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108166987268344504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108166987268344504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108166987268344504' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108152176515953577</id><published>2004-04-09T21:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T21:48:10.996+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gawd this is my 2nd entry today!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro was supposed to take daniel and i out to watch &lt;font color=#FF3399&gt;the gospel of john&lt;/font&gt;, but the tickets were sold out so we cld not go in the end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad were out watching &lt;font color=#33CCFF&gt;the passion of the Christ&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph. &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; wanted to catch that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, two of my bro's friends, karen and johnathan came over.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to play a good host so i ditched chinese for monopoly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's friends are darn funny!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen buffed my nails with the buffer that my bro bot while we played monopoly!=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said my bro was gay cos he had his nails buffed too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel is considerably a good board game player, esp since he was the youngest player!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is the direct opposite of me!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, i buffed karen's toenail!=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate some yummy chocs which my bro bought.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later we met mom&amp;dad for dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i btr be off to continue mugging.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah!! chinese!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108152176515953577?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108152176515953577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108152176515953577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108152176515953577' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108148677680113370</id><published>2004-04-09T11:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T12:03:41.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#CCFF66&gt;Good Friday !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good friday.((:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at arnd nine plus?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go for service this morning but dad wasnt feeling too well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mrs koh returned us our math test ystrday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was really fast.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got like a freaking &lt;font color=#FF6600&gt;thirty-six&lt;/font&gt; out of forty!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my mistakes were so so stupid k.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, 360 divided by 24= 90??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs koh minused one mark cos i said a parallelogram is not symmetrical.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has NO line of symmetry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#33CCFF&gt;michelle&lt;/font&gt; is such a pig; she got thirty-nine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.(i promised cat nv to use 'hiax')&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the night &lt;font color=#9933CC&gt;karmoon&lt;/font&gt; called up and we had another marathon conversation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pple just have so much to talk about.=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gg out now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what i haf not been doing is studying for chi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my worst sub.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108148677680113370?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108148677680113370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108148677680113370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108148677680113370' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108090698685974415</id><published>2004-04-02T18:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T19:13:40.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#9966CC&gt;&lt;I&gt;It is such a secret place, the land of tears. &lt;br&gt;             Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times haf i told myself not to cry so often?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i detest self-pitying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wld prefer to solve the problem myself, even if i am being pragmatic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try as i might, i broke the promise i made to myself agn ystrday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will i ever learn?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was not exactly the best of days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, it was horrible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up aching all over.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard S club's &lt;font color=#33CC99&gt;don't stop&lt;/font&gt;playing over the radio in the car.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me think abt the old days in &lt;font color=#FF66FF&gt;oneunity&lt;/font&gt;, when we danced to dat music.((:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. had a terrible sore throat &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/I&gt; a flu in school.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at one point i was running a slight fever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this small cut on my finger which i did not even knew where it came from.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#3399FF&gt;gladys&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color=#66CCFF&gt;val&lt;/font&gt; were sick too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering whether or not to go for CCA tomms.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells i wld probably end up gg anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my older bro is currently commenting on how he thinks he looks like a muscle man. I'm really grossed out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about being narcissistic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;cat&amp;nutter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;i really dont noe what to do about &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;.we must haf a good discussion first.sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108090698685974415?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108090698685974415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108090698685974415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108090698685974415' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108064511566092570</id><published>2004-03-30T17:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T18:15:31.326+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much happened today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now printing some information on &lt;font color=##00CCFF &gt;&lt;b&gt;healthy lifestyle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope &lt;font color=#FF9900&gt;mdm ma&lt;/font&gt; is pleased with it now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'd btr be!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;font color=#FF0099&gt;gladys&lt;/font&gt; is such a pig.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she left all the work for me! meanie.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got loads to do since i did not at all &lt;I&gt;touch&lt;/I&gt; any homework ystrday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason being that i was way way too tired.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ystrday &lt;font color=#CC99FF&gt;mich&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;font color=#99FF00&gt;eunice&lt;/font&gt; and i went to &lt;font color=#FFFF00&gt;dev's&lt;/font&gt; hse agn to complete the elit proj.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, cos it's over!=D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg to dine soon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108064511566092570?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108064511566092570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108064511566092570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108064511566092570' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108047723772554675</id><published>2004-03-28T18:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T19:37:30.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when to church, then met &lt;font color=#00CCFF&gt;devina&lt;/font&gt; to go to her hse to do the elit proj.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#99FF00&gt;Eunice&lt;/font&gt; came a little later from her church.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was all dressed up cos her church din allow her to wear jeans!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some of our game, and dev's maid came wif some indonesian sugarry stuff and some indonesian instant noodles.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always knew dev was indo, but i nv knew she was &lt;B&gt;that&lt;/B&gt; indo. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing and playing and i accidentally dropped the sugar food on the bed !&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice and i strtd laughing non-stop.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately dev din at all notice !&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, dev's really a photoshop genius.((:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a looong time, &lt;font color=#CC00FF&gt;michelle&lt;/font&gt; finally came.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she came from piano lesson and some 'shan' place??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle's really weird.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she started putting some fish tank decos into a fish tank!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.later i left for home, leaving michelle behind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well dat's all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108047723772554675?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108047723772554675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108047723772554675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108047723772554675' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680161.post-108039286729309843</id><published>2004-03-27T20:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T20:12:32.013+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi dere.((: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved cos i cldn't stand the old one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is still under construction though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks  &lt;font color="#CC00FF"&gt;cel&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;font color="#FF99CC "&gt;lingy&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color="#FF99CC"&gt;cat&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680161-108039286729309843?l=sugarrush-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108039286729309843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680161/posts/default/108039286729309843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarrush-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108039286729309843' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17601563634005179641</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></entry></feed>
