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ONE- i dont know how to use xanga for heaven's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. 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basically, during lessons, i stone or daydream. oh yea. about what? haha, a lot and wide range of things ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am going to use xanga soon, but i seriously not like xanga. yes, i am going to abandon my BUBBLELUVRE, until i find the cure to my HTML blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel i am getting very sarcastic. rather, very :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new blog, still, rather screwed &lt;a href="www.xanga.com/bubblelurve"&gt;www.xanga.com/bubblelurve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-6768117247658880203?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/6768117247658880203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=6768117247658880203' title='0 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talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather's so nice and cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my mind was somewhere else:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dreaming myself in Korea, which I will, in 6 month's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kind of weather and kind of shopping and kind of scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was awoken by the horror of my Chinese paper 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-6889564961161288462?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/6889564961161288462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=6889564961161288462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy mother's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard them. it was so loud. i think the whole neighbourhood could.&lt;br /&gt;and i am afraid that it'll happen to me one day.&lt;br /&gt;the fear just came. i dont know. it just came as i stood by the windows and watched.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;the scene seemed so real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-6798965872765435840?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/6798965872765435840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=6798965872765435840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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THAT'S IT. that's it mans. i was really thinking of BURNING the papers yesterday night. too bad those wasnt our papers. HAHAHAHA, else i think i will set fire to mad's place. HAHA, maybe not that bad. i think i will just grab and run to the garbage center and then set fire. RIGHT MEL? ;) then mad's house can be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, watched Spiderman 3 yesterday and i was separated from the rest of them. was sitting beside two Indian guys :S erm yea, I WAS ISOLATED. so i was staring at the sound-proof wall :\ the movie was ok. HENRY DIED :( my handsome guy died, for a friend. see, how weida. the movie was average actually., but it's so shuang to use the vouchers bro gave me for my birthday ;) i still have one more actually :D use it for shrek 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we go PS then esplanade. we totally lost ourselves there. we did a music video, which is with SOMEONE out there? haha, and we saw some Indian, or rather, HIP Indian men there. hahah, boy, they were so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went cell and had word and worship. i nearly dieded cause my neck was so stiff. Sometimes, people say that it's because due to our exams, we have no time to pray and seek God, and feel far away and neglected Him. However i beg otherwise. i felt that exams had somehow brought me much closer to Him. Before exam i pray, Before study time i pray, at night during QT, i pray. pray and pray and pray, and somehow i could feel His presence. For example, during my biology paper, i was praying in the examination hall like i think for rather long, that i didn't hear what the teachers said and had to ask ww what they said. Yet, throughout the whole 2 papers, though i seriously did last minute revision, i managed to do the paper rather smoothly when others were whining and complaining. Is that God at work? i don't know, but i believe it is. whatever the result maybe, i accept it. But somehow, i am scared that the same old thing will happen once again. really, I'm very scared. i don't want to go through yet another time of self-reprimanding. i don't want to. i don't deny, that period of time was really tough. i don't want to go through again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, prayers work. (ok, maybe minusing the fact the on the fateful night, i deliberately prayed for a good night's rest, but in the end, EARLY IN THE MORNING, i found myself couldn't move my neck and was in pain for one whole night that i couldn't sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then cell celebrated my BELATED birthday and they bought me a shirt which reads "i can only please one person each day. TODAY IS NOT YOUR DAY. tmr doesn't look good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing to myself on the taxi. boy, the taxi driver thought i was mad, like really. BUT this doesn't apply to michael or &lt;s&gt;tay pinghui&lt;/s&gt; THOMAS ONG. i totally welcome you, if you feel bored with pam or mel. HAHA. especially to michael. i know it's getting kinda bring with mel huh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thnks E367 for the wonderful card with so many "dao huay" in there :\ haha and the shirt and nice choco cake. it was really yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i like killer taxi drivers. i met one yesterday after like 3469502940398053945 million of years waiting for ONE TAXI. but the taxi driver drove super FAST. really, you know, FAST AND FURIOUS! hahaha. man, if only he's handsome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go to watch my 200 pound beauty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-1177202707410863009?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/1177202707410863009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=1177202707410863009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/1177202707410863009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/1177202707410863009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#1177202707410863009' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-3565437155153981325</id><published>2007-05-10T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:11:35.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TMR'S A GONER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorraye, i cant help but to be sooo negative about it :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT MOVE MY HEAD AND IT HAS WORSEN THROUGHOUT THE DAY :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't move my head. it hurts like 2325476568.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i cant really revise, because i cant bend my head down? i cant do Amaths paper today cause i was totally distracted by the pain and i cant help but to cry. i felt so sore about it. really, because i knew i could do the paper, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics paper tmr. the pain is really intolerable :[ its definitely not the normal stiff neck. it's smth worse than that ;[ so how am i going to concentrate tmr? TELL ME :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S IT. tmr? THAT'S IT. it's going to be a loser day :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-3565437155153981325?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/3565437155153981325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=3565437155153981325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/3565437155153981325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/3565437155153981325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#3565437155153981325' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-9089491681940518256</id><published>2007-05-09T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:03:35.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT&apos;S OVER'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BIOLOGY IS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O V E R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;overjoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's totally worth the 10 hrs of mugging of more than 10 chapters of biology yesterday, and having to wake up at 0345hr this morning. oh yea, i was half aslp while studying biotech. THANK GOD that it didnt come out AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is &lt;u&gt;GREAT!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stuffing more informations like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, IT'S PHYSICS. oh wells, you cant deny it's the long forsaken subject in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more days and it'll be over :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-9089491681940518256?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/9089491681940518256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=9089491681940518256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/9089491681940518256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/9089491681940518256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#9089491681940518256' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-2579789942940540359</id><published>2007-05-07T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T18:15:01.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! thanks for all the well wishes people. Liting, madeline, Pamela, Peihua, cheeshan for your well wishes through SMS. Mel, steph, gushi, DEBS! etc thanks for the well wishes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have concluded, THIS IS THE LOUSIEST BIRTHDAY ever. can you imagine, mugging for amths and biology for the whole afternoon?OMGOMG, i cannot take it anymore. i am going to burst out soon. Amths is driving me nuts, though i am determined to defeat TRIGO.and having a HISTORY paper during your birthday, like WHY ON EARTH HISTORY. oh yea, ture, mr anthony's fav subject. the subject which i always (not wanting to) sleep in class :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUTS. and i just received my timetable next week. MT intensive during our two days of marking day. see, want to fall sick also cannot :( NO TIME TO FALL SICK! and then after marking day, lessons from 730am to 500pm! OMG, school's crazy. really 3458340985098239crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. happy birthday daohui. you are OLD. or rather, mature.NC16 movies -gleams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what nice way of celebrating your birthday. MUGGED :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, IM DEPRIVED:\\\\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-2579789942940540359?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/2579789942940540359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=2579789942940540359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2579789942940540359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2579789942940540359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#2579789942940540359' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-444830945512760693</id><published>2007-05-06T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:57:05.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time&apos;s never our friend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something is wrong with me. Something's real wrong :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my body has received a very very wrong signal- exam's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no way! really feel rather sick :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what have i done this weekend? history and emaths. Praise the Lord. i wanted to write a whole long of essay here about the common point of each country. to cut short, i realised, it's always because of the failure of the previous government that led to all those history. Look at Russia, why is there Stalin? cause of failure of the Provisional government. Why got Mao? cause Empress Cixi did not rule well. failure of the monarchy Rule. Why got Hitler? cause the failure of the rule of the weimar Govnernment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, why is there history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, there are other factors leading to all these, like the resentment of the people and the economic hardship. But come to think again. if the government had been good, would there be any hardship. well, it all revolve in one common point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i dont feel prepared. for the fact, i just read through, and whether i got any points into my head, it's another problem. oh Lord, help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i am freaking stressed. i was awoken by the noise made by my dad and mum yesterday and i was telling myself "oh no, IT'S MONDAY! i have not even studied hisotry. die lahh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i slowly opened my eyes. "oh no, it's Sunday. how? i have not even started on history.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it took me 5 minutes "hey wait. it's Saturday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what Mr Anthony always say "time's never our friend..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-444830945512760693?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/444830945512760693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=444830945512760693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/444830945512760693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/444830945512760693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#444830945512760693' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-8633000221120825182</id><published>2007-05-04T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T17:33:36.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemistry paper'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, right after chemistry, i have this feeling that EVERYTHING is over? like i have this feeling that MID YEARS is over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i really studied very hard for chemistry this time round. i was so satisfied (: maybe except for some careless mistakes here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's up for next week? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHYSICS, AMATHS, EMATHS, BIOLOGY, HISTORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i have not even started on any of these subjects maybe except for THREE pathetic chapters on biology. Mr Low, be proud of me. i took biology priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to stay back in school again to study and YOU HAVE NO IDEA i really cant study in school. for the matter of fact, it's freaking noisy. One, people who actually stay back in school to study, but ended up talking so loudly (mainly the sec 2 and 3s) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WL, WANT TO TALK GO SOMEWHERE AND TALK LA. or TALK SOFTLY&lt;/span&gt;! it's so noisy, like how on earth can you study? Two, i dont understand why the sec1 just loved to stay back in school. not like i see them studying?Three, too tired and drained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conclusion: go home on air-con to study. we sacrifice the fact that we cant study together :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something weird happened today. Mr low was invigilating our row for chemistry paper 1. i was rather drained out after the paper 2 initially. so i was staring at mr low, finding him rather funny (OMG, I REALLY DONT KNOW WHY. i just felt like laughing really loud) then got the OTAS sheet. and guess what i wrote on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUBJECT TITLE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIOLOGY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me a while to realise, it's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEMISTRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;paper and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not a BIOLOGY paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it nearly cost me my marks and my mid-years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT STARE AT ANY OTHER SCIENCE RELATED SUBJECT TEACHERS BEFORE ANY SCIENCE PAPERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-8633000221120825182?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/8633000221120825182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=8633000221120825182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/8633000221120825182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/8633000221120825182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#8633000221120825182' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-6024558616864278995</id><published>2007-05-03T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:18:01.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter to school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;To: The-Teacher-In-Charge&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, Lin Daohui, of Secondary 4E6, has "anti-school" syndrome. As such, she has headaches whenever she thinks of school. As the syndrome just kicked in today, she was unable to attend school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for any inconvenience caused. I will send her to a psychiatrist as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I must stress that she IS SICK (of school). Hence, I seek your kind understanding that she will be absent for quite a number of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours faithfully,&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeayea, my "intended" letter to Mdm Su. was typing this out while pam helped me with the format. ideas? duh, from my bro, who was like "giving me so many ideas". oh yea, thanks. asked you how to write the format, you gave me such "wonderful" ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i printed that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, my brain has officially died-ed from 5 hrs of chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really. any more of it, i'm going to die and flip and kena chao ta-ed. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwyays, went to Mrs Scoffield's yesterday. didnt see her hubby Scoffield. But she shared too much information with us yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH, MY BRAIN IS DEAD. REALLY REALLY REALLY DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i screwed up my emaths paper. it never never in the world occured to me that I WILL EVER SCREW A EMATHS PAPER IN MY LIFE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about amths?what about my 3 sciences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:\ i think i am going to see a psychiatrist. it's getting rather worse. Peihua, wanna to follow me?&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/7885496-6024558616864278995?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/6024558616864278995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=6024558616864278995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6024558616864278995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6024558616864278995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#6024558616864278995' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-3505093598853715548</id><published>2007-05-01T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:38:12.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am broke :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCC-ed, bought the 19 bucks earpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i studied a lot today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel accomplised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minusing the part where mel and pam polluted my minds WITH......the acs thing? and many many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPLICIT. [dont for girls below 16. oh, i'm 16 in 6 days time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me super &lt;s&gt;horny&lt;/s&gt; with nanthini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a &lt;s&gt;sexy&lt;/s&gt; pretty pic of her buying her food at 7-11. so i threatened her sending it as a message. and even showed her the before-i-send-it screen (oh course i didnt send it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i kidded her saying i did, to a boy whose name starts with A. and she asked me who while she showed me the whole list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw :APPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super super hilarious. i kidded her telling her that i didnt know APPA is her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i want to thank mel and pam, for screwing up and polluting my innocent MIND.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, it's totally polluted now,.&lt;br /&gt;thank for pam and mel for educating me&lt;br /&gt;yet so patience and kind towards me.&lt;br /&gt;and giving me such "education" in TCC and in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, THANK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-3505093598853715548?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/3505093598853715548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=3505093598853715548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/3505093598853715548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/3505093598853715548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#3505093598853715548' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-3471053722310026605</id><published>2007-04-30T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:12:59.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='damn the stupid advertisement'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese paper was a SCREWED UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, it all revolve in one stupid single topic which you really feel like strangling the stupid examiner for his/her stupidity of setting the same freaking topic which makes me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, the stupid smoking, mouth cancer advertisement is a fake? OMG, it's so freaking irritating. when i read about that, my whole world came crushing down, like for that 1 MIN, i stared hard at the paper, refused to believe it's all fake. oh thanks, i wrote it isn't fake in my gong han. thanks, now I've made a fool of myself. teachers must be thinking "see, never read newspaper" argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much i hated the stupid advertisement. i so wanted to go to some bus-stop and use a parang and destroy the whole advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that advertisement. like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i forgot to shift my answers up for the first part, because i missed one blank. so k, how much marks are lost? indefinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like killing somebody now. i feel violent, rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;means my piano teacher is having a high risk of getting killed. she's coming in 15 mins time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labour day tmr. oh totally, labour our guts out studying. how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-3471053722310026605?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/3471053722310026605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=3471053722310026605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/3471053722310026605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/3471053722310026605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#3471053722310026605' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-8365232454342374696</id><published>2007-04-29T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:57:06.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAT CHASE saga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something funny happened just now. my mum was entering a toilet when she saw a rat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she called my dad for help, and "mobilised" my bro for help (acutally well, he thought it was his hamsters:\) while i, continued with my dinner (Dont say i'm pigging out and not helping kay. I'm just making sure no lizards or RATS to "invade" our dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i didnt witness the whole thing, but from what my family members had told me, the rat appeared to be some really clever one. was hiding on top of the heater. from the expert (my bro?), that from it's eyes, he cld sense that it's a clever rat. you've got to trust him. he took care of God-knows-how-many-hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's amazing how it did not land upon my bro :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how amazing the big fat rat climbed up to the fourth storey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, my bro gave me ten bucks to buy HAAGEN DAZ ICE-CREAM. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea man, mr anthony, ICE-CREAM IS THE BEST INVENTION EVER&lt;br /&gt;ONLY when you've the bucks $$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a brother who kindly (OH, SO KINDLY i must say) sponsor you with the BUCKS $$ to buy ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;and such a hero to catch a rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rum and rasin, here i come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-8365232454342374696?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/8365232454342374696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=8365232454342374696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/8365232454342374696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/8365232454342374696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#8365232454342374696' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-4652981820322013882</id><published>2007-04-27T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:52:37.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMSS Taxi Drivers Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how about "THE TAXI DRIVERS DAY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male teachers are freaking weird today. All of them wore blue. Teachers like Mr Anthony, Mr Chua, Mr Low KK, Mr Lee, Mr Soh, Mr Lee etc. Even the IT guy wore blue. Major wore blue too. are they up to some protest or anything? haha, maybe they wore blue to protest that there are not sufficient male toilets in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I cant resist to stare at them as i did my papers. there were so many different shades of blue, some really faded blue like Mr Lee's, while some are dark blue like purple like Mr Ng's, or really funny same shade like Mr Han-look-alike and Mr Chan. Furthermore, Mr Chan's had some funny imprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't they look like taxi drivers? Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the papers today were rather &lt;s&gt;screwed up&lt;/s&gt; all right. i threw my pen on the table and gave up. it's JUST MID-YEARS. i am prepared to die anyways. who cares. Yet, this attitude is freaking me out in a way. you know, the really bo-chup attitude, although inside me, I'm in a fluster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really depriving of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, like what Mr Anthony said "Have one ice-cream, and everything will be forgotten (:)&lt;br /&gt;best invention ever.&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/7885496-4652981820322013882?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/4652981820322013882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=4652981820322013882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/4652981820322013882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/4652981820322013882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#4652981820322013882' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-6960183000966774047</id><published>2007-04-24T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:12:04.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ITS SUCH A LIE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i screwed my whole day today. like yes, REALLY SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;2.4km run was bullshit. my asthma attack caught up with me as i was running. no stitch or anything. just stupid asthma attack. yea right, thanks. i hate myself and my body&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chemistry practical was so freaking annoying. ive got a F9. yeah, 20% ONLY. freak la, i tell you, it's just FREAK. irritating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i scalded myself during physics practical and broke a beaker. cant even do a simple thing. then i did (well, apparently?!?!?) the steps wrongly and was questioned by mr chua. Am i just stupid or what?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i screwed my entire emaths paper. really, i didnt do a lot of questions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;you know, everyday, i told myself that, hey, everything is going to be alright, the day is going to be good and bravo. Yea, that's such a LIE. really, that's such a LIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-6960183000966774047?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/6960183000966774047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=6960183000966774047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6960183000966774047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6960183000966774047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#6960183000966774047' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-8442398673407882117</id><published>2007-04-22T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:49:58.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's stressed induced headache, which is like hurting very badly &lt;s&gt;know&lt;/s&gt; now :[ till i cant study SS. perhaps it's time to go bed and wake up early tmr morning. oh shit, i think i am seeing stars. this is  &lt;s&gt;bed&lt;/s&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro "Sigh, i have to wake up early tmr,"&lt;br /&gt;me "oh really? i can wake you up! i think i'm waking up at 430am tmr!"&lt;br /&gt;bro "sure. later you go bed, i'll wake you up k? I'm studying until 230am,"&lt;br /&gt;me "uhh, ok. we both jiayou together,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, we are lame shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiot 1 and 2 were scolded by Gabriel today for vandalizing the tables today. HOHO, serve them right. should have seen their faces man- the fear that gripped them at the instance. yea, they are indeed good-looking, with the face which i feel like slapping so much of (irony huh?). the two irritating faces, made sooo much noises during classes. could see Gabriel was super pissed off with them. wonder if they will still continue with the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;EH, YOU A LEVEL SO WHAT? I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P-H-D&lt;/span&gt; LEH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHD=Poly Halfway Dropout.&lt;/span&gt; was laughing so hard yesterday. the production was really really good. then, as i was worshipping, i could feel my head being pushed backwards like, yea, backwards, gently. Somehow, i could feel that it was my head lying on His arms. it was really comforting. really really comforting. i wish i could experience it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think i am really seeing stars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-8442398673407882117?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/8442398673407882117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=8442398673407882117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/8442398673407882117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/8442398673407882117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#8442398673407882117' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-5997281737752606705</id><published>2007-04-20T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T16:36:44.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos and podcasts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you are very into the political news nowadays, this is going to be good. i promised. However, if you didnt really read the news, erm, try to get the in depth meaning of it. it's really a very good piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrbrownshow.com/?p=845"&gt;Mr Brown Show- Bar Chow Mee Man 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens to two siblings who are pretty stressed up over exams and start listening to Mr Brown show, and never got our work done. but it's a good one afterall. we were like listening to a series of it, till i got so sian and i went back to my bio reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOqXlbWf9Io"&gt;NTU FUNNY LECTURER (without his face)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmtgnEXjvvI"&gt;NTU FUNNY LECTURER (with his face)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so we had career fair today, and there was this lecturer who came to talk to us, so i got reminded of this video which my bro showed me like ages ago. rather funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ok4Hv0LQiIA"&gt;BENNY HINN (Let the bodies hit the floor)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive found it. the song that was talked about during cell. Basically, the song is freaking annoying. But was rather amazed by the images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess this is all i have for you today. not going to blog about what happened today. guess it's more of negative side again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"who am i, that deserve it?&lt;br /&gt;just who am i?&lt;br /&gt;i am nothing. really, nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that kept going through my my head during worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-5997281737752606705?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/5997281737752606705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=5997281737752606705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5997281737752606705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5997281737752606705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#5997281737752606705' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-2503817705878279979</id><published>2007-04-18T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:10:29.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bio was a killer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i woke up at 430am today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! someone praise me please, thinking such a pig like me can auto wake up at 430am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i was like lazing about on the bed although the alarm had sounded like 3 times, UNTIL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone message tone started to ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"EH. WHICH IDIOT COME AND MESSAGE ME AT THIS UNEARTHLY HOUR?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, guess who? it's TEJA! funny girl messaged me at 430am asking me the timetable for today's. she must have assumed that a mugger like me wake up at 430am to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason why she's called TEJA! she's not just a pro is all three sciences, but everything. and to think i have never woke up at 430am in my whole life, except today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i am aldy dead. 4 1/2 hrs of sleep isnt enough for me babes. NEVER. what's more, studying biology in such unearthly hour of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oral tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i think my life is rather screwed up :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i edited this like 3 times to make it sound more positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-2503817705878279979?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/2503817705878279979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=2503817705878279979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2503817705878279979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2503817705878279979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#2503817705878279979' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-2325690491414681210</id><published>2007-04-16T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:58:06.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS IS A STORY OF AN ORDINARY LONG RULER USED FOR PHYSICS PRACTICALS ON ANY USUAL MONDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img355.imageshack.us/img355/3921/dscn1214zz6.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal isnt it? It is a plain (although a bit old) ruler. Instead of some some transparent ruler, it's some grey, erm brown ruler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO YOU ARE WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/5431/dscn1216if1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see that? it's stated 4C! it has been with me since P4!!! it holds great sentimental values and i thought it could bring me some luck in physics practicals! that ruler, for 6 whole long years! and can you see the word "ruler"? ok, i didnt decorate that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY BRO DID&lt;/span&gt;. Did you see my name? i didnt write that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY MUM DID&lt;/span&gt;! i think i only wrote 4C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;UNFORTUNATELY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7127/dscn1217bg4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CLASS! GET READY FOR PHYSICS PRACTICALS!" someone shouted.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i unzipped the bottom part of my bag and tried to dig my ruler out. dig...dig...DONT HAVE! dig again, DONT HAVE! omg, panic. chicks. i thought i left it in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i felt something. i whipped out the "mystery" item and it turns out to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img355.imageshack.us/img355/4056/dscn1215vt9.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, MY RULER SNAPPED. chicks chicks, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO HAS EXTRA RULER?!?!?!??!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thinking that i have "kiasu" friends in 4E6 who brings extra rulers and kena suaned by Mr Chua. guessed what, NO ONE HAD! what a lucky day. i need RULERS! -rawr- (no offence on the kiasu friends.. (: kiasu-iness is good!err...REALLY NO OFFENCE LA! :\ okok, i take back the words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i bring this "piece" of evidence up to the lab, lamenting along the way why on earth my ruler snapped. AND also like chicking along the way "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Die lah, later Mr Chua scold how. Die la. Stupid Ruler."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness he didnt scold. and guess what i found on my bench? - NEW LONG RULERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wonder why we even need long rulers for :\ made me chicks for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me proclaim something :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE PHYSICS PRACTICALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; especially on mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyone nice enough to sponsor me rulers?&lt;br /&gt;mel didnt want to, although i bought her the 80 cents eraser.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to pester her till she gets me one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONG RULER HUH MEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hint hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end of my ruler story&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have decided to go on a break right now, since MY are round the corners. i have decided to spend time more on my real diary, where my emotions really set in. this isnt really the place to express myself. yea, people read, but i guess emotions are more personal. Say I'm deluding myself, say i am running away from problems, but i guess that's what i have really decided on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, i wont neglect this blog, i assure you. wait till i have interesting stuffs going on, i will definitely post it up here. the few previous posts were really emo. oh well, i have decided to transfer everything into my diary. Everything. Perhaps one day, if my dad/bro reads it, that's the end of me. but heck, wait till that day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know teachers are delighted huh?      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haiya, my student finally "see the light"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;behind those laughter and smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's really hurting very badly inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet i'm just reminded of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confused, yet uncertain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a big smile, a big droplet of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goash, who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're one scary creature.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish it isnt hurting that badly&lt;br /&gt;say i am deceiving myself&lt;br /&gt;through the happy impressions i'm giving ppl&lt;br /&gt;but at least, i forget about everything&lt;br /&gt;at the instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it end here, no more emo post. this shall be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i know i have just missed one really great svc&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is totally shit to the max.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is talking about Benny Hinn's svc&lt;br /&gt;sorraye, i take back my words on Sun&lt;br /&gt;i have not made a wise choice of not going.&lt;br /&gt;i totally regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i know it's not just about ONE svc&lt;br /&gt;it's about the problem existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shitoz, here it comes again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-2325690491414681210?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/2325690491414681210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=2325690491414681210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2325690491414681210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2325690491414681210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#2325690491414681210' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-1603920676966166982</id><published>2007-04-14T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:37:22.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture blogging'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK YOU PREFECTORIAL BOARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/8049/dscn1211pm9.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pretty messages and food and flowers and gifts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/4890/dscn1203cn4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you discipline comm, for the wonderful messages and gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/7435/siyiprismedm4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siyi, pris, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/2853/randomke8.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandseniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/6136/dscn1202wc8.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who? Pris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/9079/dscn1209hd6.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 pretty ones. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSHI DATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8954/intaxiar4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took taxi because we missed the bus and pamela cant walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/318/tccdl7.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCC! our study area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/3273/daoandmelry5.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice cushions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/2637/rockbw3.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random.got stones outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/6585/chickenbestdv5.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSHI WORHX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/6264/vampirechopsticksni0.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/3210/helpmelactcutegc6.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say we look alike till SOMEONE cannot recognise us, although that person did makeup on me, staring at my face for like 1/2 hr? oh please, who wants to look alike to the person up there? HAI, insult me. HURRR...btw, she's trying to act cute! or should i say, i'm helping her to act cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/3973/killmeloy0.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we aint that good friends you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/1949/backgroundgv8.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/2745/camwhorehn5.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. decided to take a nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since ive uploaded so many pics, might as well upload one last one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/9391/nonsenseqp9.png" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pohlin, me, peihua and mel half-faced, as i am tall. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, i think it's destiny that i cant go out today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like everything is happening all in one go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;making me unable to go out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perhaps God is trying to console me in a way&lt;br /&gt;trying to feel good,&lt;br /&gt;yet not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-1603920676966166982?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/1603920676966166982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=1603920676966166982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/1603920676966166982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/1603920676966166982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#1603920676966166982' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-2336941888739957348</id><published>2007-04-13T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:58:16.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pictures up tmr- sushi date and farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im frigging tired. reached home like 1030pm, again, LATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was laughing my head off when i received a msg which was supposed to replied by 2pm in the afternoon. i guessed everything wld have ended by the time i replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i supposed to do tmr. out of the sudden, i felt too much time on hand. a free saturday makes me rather uncomfortable. umm, REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE. goash, what am i supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, thanks for all the gifts juniors. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, i didnt cry as much as i did last year. tears all dried up. nth much to cry about anwyays. it's all numb, deep down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to ask, "do i look like a discipline head?" and people said no. till then, i had no idea why on earth they placed me in such committee. i questioned myslef and any other people and even up to the extent, i wanted to ask mrs koh (thankfully i didnt), cause i was rather prompted by this particular email. Then as time passed by, i stopped asking myself this stupid question and got on with life, often asking "how on earth can i help to change the system to bring PB to a greater height" recalling the long late night hours phone call with mdm noraidee, waking up during nap times to received a sms from mrs koh "call me once you receive this message".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i realised i have changed in a way, becoming more systematic. haha, and back to my question when i first stepped up, i have found an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im getting tired. emo part II tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-2336941888739957348?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/2336941888739957348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=2336941888739957348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2336941888739957348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2336941888739957348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#2336941888739957348' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-5129237526068404971</id><published>2007-04-12T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:00:56.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WPE! WHAT'S THE FREAKING PROBLEM WITH THE SCHOOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to stay back like next week for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;career fair&lt;/span&gt;? WHEN MID YEAR IS LIKE IN A WEEK'S TIME?!?! WHEN CCAs HAVE SUSPENDED?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant they have it like after exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smart school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-phui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-5129237526068404971?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/5129237526068404971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=5129237526068404971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5129237526068404971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5129237526068404971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#5129237526068404971' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-6535007135819598779</id><published>2007-04-11T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:47:35.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am starting to feel afraid of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one point, i could get so high like nth has happened, and within minutes, i got so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what shit am i going through now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this guilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's not even a single day i am looking forward to. the two days of which i have always been looking forward to, are gone. the only two days which i can really relax are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, home doesnt seem as comfortable as before. In fact, it has turned into a troubled place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and death seems to be revolving around me nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-6535007135819598779?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/6535007135819598779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=6535007135819598779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6535007135819598779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6535007135819598779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#6535007135819598779' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-6757426142453629594</id><published>2007-04-10T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:23:08.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel that i am just simply laughing from my stomach (which hurts like shit) not from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeayea, i am a happy girl. i laughed aloud in class. yaya, thanks to mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how deceptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laugh what. i'm happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-6757426142453629594?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/6757426142453629594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=6757426142453629594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6757426142453629594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6757426142453629594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#6757426142453629594' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-1603200461056032435</id><published>2007-04-09T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:12:34.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wonder what on earth i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the point shandy said "psycho", i wonder what was happening to me. I'm behaving like some idiots out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am trying too hard. really too hard, that who am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, the "f" word keep appearing in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;argh, go away satan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet things are happening like a chain. it's never ending. never. One thing another. i think we are getting back our physics test tmr. another big blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but nothing really matters anyways. my heart is &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;numb&lt;/span&gt;. my tears have all &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dried up&lt;/span&gt;. my body is &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;. my mind is &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;. my emotions are &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think i have started to lose confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just simply detest the sound of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it makes me super annoyed and irritated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's more of playing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have i simply lost the interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and somehow i feel really fake, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that our relationship has really taken on a toll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm starting not to know myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet, i have to make the decision...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i really feel i want to be sick. at least, i can rest.&lt;br /&gt;that's the least thing i can do right now.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be sick, can i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-1603200461056032435?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/1603200461056032435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=1603200461056032435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/1603200461056032435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/1603200461056032435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#1603200461056032435' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-5840389644183350961</id><published>2007-04-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:55:03.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes death is just so unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely not on any suicidal thoughts, but it's really unpredictable. you will not know who is next. it can be you, who's just walking across the road. and next moment, bang, a car hit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though he has been with me for a year or so, but least i am glad, he died in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans however, tend to be more confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know what to do next. their reactions are weird. i know deep down in their heart, they are objecting against it. Yet they are behaving like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all bad things are like happening at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks, isnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-5840389644183350961?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/5840389644183350961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=5840389644183350961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5840389644183350961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5840389644183350961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#5840389644183350961' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-2374677554937554141</id><published>2007-04-07T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:50:39.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit. i'm feeling super "heavy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even concentrate what i am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-2374677554937554141?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/2374677554937554141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=2374677554937554141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2374677554937554141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2374677554937554141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#2374677554937554141' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-1753613754133353567</id><published>2007-04-05T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:57:35.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally. i have stepped down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though stepped down, i cldnt sense anything. yeah and true, this past one year has been meaningful and tiring, and i have grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, i dont feel sad nor do i feel happy. i stare at the cross during singspiration and started to ask myself a lot of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lord i offer my life to you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still hurts actually. it took me like a week to get over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, at least for a few times, i'm smiling and laughing from the bottom of my heart. but something just seemed so heavy lying in my heart. something just so heavy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i had insomnia yesterday. dammit, try staring the ceiling like in the middle of  the night and flipping here and there, then trying to stay still cause didnt want to wake my mum up. then a lot of things went through my mind, like A LOT. erm yah, in the middle of the night like 2 plus, 3 plus, 5 plus. OMG, that's like 1 or 2 hrs interval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sucks. and my energy level was like so low today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks weiwey for the "workaholic" description. uh, thanks. now what, discipline icon and workaholic. together it forms WORKAHOLIC DISCIPLINE ICON. but nevertheless, i still think the hug from mrs koh was rather funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-1753613754133353567?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/1753613754133353567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=1753613754133353567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/1753613754133353567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/1753613754133353567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#1753613754133353567' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-6892645366583008993</id><published>2007-04-04T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:08:48.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no need to swear because we are getting back our biology paper tmr&lt;br /&gt;mr low was looking and talking to me in a very strange way to me today&lt;br /&gt;freaks me out. i think i am going to fail BADLY&lt;br /&gt;will i even SMILE during commendation?&lt;br /&gt;think i will cry&lt;br /&gt;not because i am going to miss prefectorial board (ok, better say i will miss)&lt;br /&gt;but guess i will be in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-6892645366583008993?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/6892645366583008993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=6892645366583008993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6892645366583008993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6892645366583008993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#6892645366583008993' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-7050559716078819564</id><published>2007-04-03T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:27:13.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why hurt.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deep down in my heart, it's hurting. it's hurting like as if it's bleeding. i dont know why. i thought crying would help, but i guess it's wrong. because i cant even find tears to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the slip is still stucked between my scores. i dont know how to tell them. i feel like a stupid idiot, that my parents spent like 200 bucks over for just a piece of thin paper. i want a cert, not a paper. and i expected something greater than that, much greater. Higher expectation, greater the disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt know it will hurt so much. i feel like a stupid person. yes, i will be sad if that's my first attempt. But it's hurting like right deep into my heart, because that was my second attempt, and i thought it'll be much much better. I THOUGHT. but what came out of it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a failure this time round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the papers im getting back in school, i feel like a total failure. i really getting sick and tired of everything. i cant wait to seriously tear those papers away. it's really getting on my nerves. i dont know, but they really looked like curses. and i am underperforming. stare at my chinese marks for each and every test, mainly taken from chinese O's, i really wonder if i can attain my A1. and chinese O's is less than 3 mths away, tell me, what am i supposed to do?tell me, what am i supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about other subjects. if we were to get back our biology paper back tmr, it'll definitely be a triple blow for me. it's not that i am really taking things very hard, but when u are tired, everything does matter. you wont even see me smile (if we were to get back our bio paper tmr) even during commendation. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere deep down there, it's hurting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-7050559716078819564?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/7050559716078819564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=7050559716078819564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/7050559716078819564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/7050559716078819564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#7050559716078819564' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-2509049649231305384</id><published>2007-04-01T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:17:43.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing appeals to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even starting a conversation seems so difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's more a genuine smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another side of me tells me: it's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS, or rather, BOYS are immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to comment on that, but the guys (or rather let me emphasize, the BOYS) in my tuition group are seriously immature lot. i think my tuition teacher is getting pissed off with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stared at them whenever they made noise. NOISE POLLUTION. yea, they were aware i was staring at them, but guessed what? they continued to make noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what is they freaking problem. the whole room was so peaceful before their arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully the GUY at home is much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least he cheered me up a lot with his "april's fool" joke. he's really the man. really appreciate what he had done. i know he's rather doing his final year project and all (both of us really burnt midnight oil together), but still he had the mood to joke and all. no wonder he's my bro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder what would have become of me w/o him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole day been rather down. i dont know why, guess i am jsut tired. been thinking of quite a lot of things. and i didnt even fall aslp during physics. something worth praising about? or something worth worrying about? cause it is not me. But who cares i fall aslp or not. i dont even care, do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat about tmr. O's in less than 2 mth's time. Mid year is like really round the corner. i feel rather suffocated. i dont know why. i want to step down from office fast, and i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been thinking about the lyrics from delirious? "rain down".. it never occurs in me about the lyrics and all, and i have always like it because of the songs and tempo and all, but i didnt really think about lyrics and what it meant. But today, i actually wrote out the whole lyrics during amths class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder, really hard.,.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-2509049649231305384?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/2509049649231305384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=2509049649231305384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2509049649231305384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2509049649231305384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#2509049649231305384' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-5711397449076046591</id><published>2007-03-31T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T10:15:36.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have never felt so tired before. maybe yes, but that was like ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tried, physically, mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went home and stone in front of the TV and just stoned. wasnt even watching. so many things were flashing across my mind. then eyes got heavier and I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping is the best remedy in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering i had got two shocks yesterday. bio and physics test. i have never felt so terrible before. perhaps the only one is the amaths test. but can u imagine, two tests bombed in front of your face. my heart was broken into two when i finished the physics paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the whole day, i was moodless. physics and biology killed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go anywhere today actually. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be alone :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-5711397449076046591?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/5711397449076046591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=5711397449076046591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5711397449076046591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5711397449076046591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#5711397449076046591' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-6385525020923736938</id><published>2007-03-29T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:33:53.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MID NIGHT OIL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am seriously dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept for pathetic 4 hours yesterday (or rather today?) and i am freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think im back to the "i-shall-never-sleep" attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I AM REALLY TIRED. i think i am getting rather whiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of ups and down today. because of ONE test-physics la. at one point said got, another said no. my mood was like up and down. basically, i wasnt prepared mentally lah. so i was chicking whole day, until the point he said dont have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt u see my face? haha, everyone was staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept during my chinese test. worst thing to do ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tmr's BIO AND PHYSICS TEST. ask me go die luh. what a combination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am having induced headache :( just got back from Prayer meeting and tell you, my first time praying and standing for so long. 1 hr! -yawns...but the atmosphere was really good. could really feel His pressence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am having severe headache :[ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i am really messy. messier than Joy. i wonder how on earth i could stand myself. the sight of my table really irks me. WHY ONE EARTH SO MESSY? mel, how can u stand me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid night oil tonight. AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about being positive. uhh, trying very hard luh, well you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend dying. what about positive mans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-6385525020923736938?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/6385525020923736938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=6385525020923736938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6385525020923736938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6385525020923736938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#6385525020923736938' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-884870660103253623</id><published>2007-03-28T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:25:25.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POSITIVE VS NEGATIVE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Life sucks. Take Drugs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive a got a new one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL SUCKS. SNIFF DRUGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, you must be thinking "what the?" she needs someone to talk to her. MWHAHA, sorraye. no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to let out. just let me be. Just words, no actions. Chill man, your friend here is stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was doing some survey by the school about some stressors thingy. I REALISED HOW NEGATIVE I AM!!! i wasnt fooling ard with the survey, BUT I THINK I AM REALLY NEGATIVE. all are either 4/5... which is RATHER bad. mel's equally worse, maybe better than me by a bit. she's stressed about financial problems. Not enough money. haha, materialistic girl! haha, DOESNT THAT WORD SOUNDS FAMILIAR TO YOU MEL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem was BACK TO NORMAL. she's finally chicking! (: i feel comfortable again. But talk about teachers who encourage. If only "the talk" was today, we could have jolly well cited a very good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the maths seminar was really cool! haha, if only i can calculate things as fast as him! haha, he's really a genius! but he freaks me, he mumbled like he was chanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese and physics tmr. Well, as usual, I'm dreaming about not having physics test. But you know, my dreams never come true :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still thinking whether i shld change my blog. strong objection inside me, cause IT'S BUBBLELURVE who has been with me since 2004! bubblelurve, not anything else. how can i bear to leave her? there's too much memories here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired :( talk about POSITIVE mans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [edited]OMG, FOR ONCE MY WISH HAS COME TRUE! for once in my life time, NO PHYSICS TEST FOR ME TMR. but that means, BIO AND PHYSICS TMR. man, worst combi ever. EVER.complains complains. COMPLAINS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for once, i FEEL SUPER DEVOTED TO MY CCA. i want to go CCA :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edited]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-884870660103253623?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/884870660103253623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=884870660103253623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/884870660103253623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/884870660103253623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#884870660103253623' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-4672521714827143068</id><published>2007-03-27T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:58:58.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLAST BLAST'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I NEED TO BLAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's taking a toll on my body, for heaven's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO DINNER. NO LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, if you consider a cup of bubble tea a dinner and a cheese and ham toast at 5.00pm a lunch, then forget what i have just said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i had for dinner? FIVE CRAPPY PIECES OF JACOB BISCUIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to eat one banana. BANANA is the best, according to mr low's ppt slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it does really cure gastric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent like whole one hr for physics questions and another half err..prep talk?preaching? ok, i dont know what to call it. Let's say,  CHAT btwn students and teacher. what i am amused is that these people kept pondering and pondering of these words conveyed to them. they actually looked rather disturbed by it. Something i found it arther interesting. ok, i admit that i ponder it for like 10 mins on the bus, but i'm not really disturbed by it?? HAHA, CHILL GUYS! actions and not thoughts people! Do smth instead of FEELING BLUE! ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ww's dying to know right. told you le, but you choose not to believe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese and chem. another hour to my study hour. i think i mug a lot today. perhaps i can finally reach my 20hrs of ST??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that shall be my goal then (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-4672521714827143068?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/4672521714827143068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=4672521714827143068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/4672521714827143068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/4672521714827143068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#4672521714827143068' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-2268394872529180916</id><published>2007-03-26T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:10:23.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUKE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NO OH NO OH NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS BACCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the puking sensation is BAAACCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has nt visited me for like 3 months and so kind of it to visit me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how long it will last again this time. ONE WEEK? or maybe one day? i dont want it to come..I DONT WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks like totally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could feel the thing up and down your throat, like want to come out but cannot come out. Hungry, yet no appeitite to eat. OMGGG, GO AWAY LIKE PRSSS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how and why it came? cause i was running to physics lab? Plus was super drained out during PE. it's a torture. LIMHAHA where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i wonder how long this will last. survived like -going to die- situation for one whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe when i pray later or tmr, i will go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...AMEN -burp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was what happened to me e other time. hurr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FRIEND IS DYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, maybe i should really REALLY REALLY try some sour plums? instead of sweets. sweets seem to be more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me look like some pregnant lady :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like puking. Any good remedy ard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-2268394872529180916?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/2268394872529180916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=2268394872529180916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2268394872529180916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2268394872529180916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#2268394872529180916' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-5648333490540677863</id><published>2007-03-25T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:07:48.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lala KINGDOM'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what have i done today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one pathetic physics paper which totally demoralised me that i ended up in my LALAland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, not that bad. at least i completed ONE. completed all MCQs for all papers. with one section B untouched. practically, passable, i supposed. i just pray/hope/wish/think etc mr chua doesnt collect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being a bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to patronise Spring Court today, but was full house. wanted to eat the 77 cents Beiking Duck, but haha, too bad. not in luck today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Mouth Resturant to have dinner today and the food there is great. ordered the DUCK, which was nice, but super fattening. mans, how am i supposed to run 2.4km? this is bad. i feel fat. HHA, plus fried soft shell crab. can imagine how much fats i consumed today. oh yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my bro's gf's friend. was asking my bro if she's of the same age as he is. stupid bro wanted to sms right smack in front of my face "my sis says you are old".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to write out my words for BIO. THIS IS MY BIO SPELLING PRAC. BIO SPELLING. ridiculous isnt it? ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns, perhaps shld sleep early today. 2.4km early morning tmr. sianology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid years round e corner. i want to flip and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe not die, perhpas flip to my lalaland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-turns head and heads to my lala kingdom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-5648333490540677863?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/5648333490540677863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=5648333490540677863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5648333490540677863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5648333490540677863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#5648333490540677863' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-5055018848704152471</id><published>2007-03-24T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:39:01.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FOR WE WALK BY FAITH, NOT BY SIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many a times, we're all walking by sight. How many of us are actually walking by faith? we prayed, and complained that our prayers are not answered and all, because we are not experiencing any changed in our life. where has our faith gone to? Where has our faith in the God above gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tough, but i am sure He has great plans for us. Perhaps the time is not ripe yet. Be patient, and it will come. whatever is happening now, i am sure there's is a solution to it. C'mon, our God is much bigger than any of the problems in this world. Why not put all our faith and trust unto Him? Any one of us must be feeling troubled now, especially the sec 4. But can't you see it? Problems are everywhere and can be easily found. Trust Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'm in any position to say anything, But i thought some of you out there really need to know about this. Yes, all of us are feeling tired. I'm one of them too. though 2 events are done, somehow I'm feeling more tired than i used to be. you must be thinking i'm nuts, but yes, i'm feeling super super tired. perhaps i have used most of my energy in these 2 events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i believe every thing's going to be ok. can you imagine organising and taking charge of 3 events and having to struggle with your studies as well. i cant even rest during Sundays, having 4 hrs of tuition straight. 7 days in a week. How many hours have i rested? I can tell you honestly, that i am like going to die of fatigness, up to the extent, i'm dozing during class. Obviously i didnt want to, but do i have a choice?Returning home at 7pm plus almost everyday. Comm prac and Piano ending at 8.00pm on Mon, tuition at Clementi till 900pm on Tues, PLC mtg on Wed, Thurs with Comm prac till 6.00pm and lastly CCA and cell group which ends at 10pm every fri?Sat's with svc ending at 730. Reach home about 9pm (considering i didnt have dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to portray how hectic i am. But i believe each and everyone of us are tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian without faith are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't know whether i should address this problem or not, but since it's up, guess i will take the full responsibility of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised the secondary ones are one tough nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are rude (like OMG, THEY ARE SERIOUSLY RUDE). some are total sucked up (sorry, that's my observations) Some are nuisance while some are the weirdest people you have ever come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE. rude and ignore you like you are some invisible person. Broke school rules still dare to ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;(tsktsk, ignoring one with authority, how bad can that be?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO. come and ka jiao you at the wrong time, at the time when you are the busiest and come and ask you stupid questions and you just simply feel like slapping them. thank goodness she went off like almost immediately. Else i would have burst at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE. Overturn buckets of water because she's unhappy? like what's her problem mans? other people then have to help her clear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. Help them to organize this event, yet some still dare to shout they did not enjoy this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. this one superb. Hair like some DURIAN. dont know whether she's a girl or boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Not trying to say all sec1s are like that, but some are really incorrigible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH, learn to forgive mans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-5055018848704152471?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/5055018848704152471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=5055018848704152471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5055018848704152471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5055018848704152471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#5055018848704152471' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-6518479289634394102</id><published>2007-03-24T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:25:59.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT&apos;S OVER'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, everything is over. OVER, i am left with one event down. one more major event and THAT'S IT. THAT'S IT. i am going to wash my hands off everything and concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science day was a success. really, was A GREAT GREAT GREAT success! thank you leaders! you know, i have been wanting to thank you guys so badly. Because if you realised, without you leaders, this event wouldnt have been able to carry out so smoothly. First, and obviously, it cant be carried out by the main committee alone alone. the pathetic 4 of us can only...PLAN?!?! haha. thank you leaders! great job you guys have done! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you MR LOW. we had fun working with you, really. HAHA, funny teacher went to bring out the microphone out of the hall. MR LOW, YOU ROCK! haha. and all the meetings we had with you. it's really fun and really learnt a lot lah, planning wise and meaning of life wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, MY PLANNING COMM!!! man, this past 6 mths have been tough isnt it? remember our BELINDA's house visit MAGGIE and mr low's dog's barking. i miss those days. really really appreciated all of your hard work. planning comm, i love you. picture next time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i was rather glad science day has been such a success! i was like jumping with joy when it is over. Firstly, IT WAS OVER. Secondly, IT WAS A SUCCESS. seeing your fruit of labour and all...really, it's all worth the effort and time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, but all were destroyed by a group of people. my day, everything, all ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wont say who or what. but it's still pissing me off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encountered not only the pissing stuffs, but some REALLY REALLY ERRIE THINGS. come ask me and i shall tell you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, i want to sleep now. shall edit tmr (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-6518479289634394102?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/6518479289634394102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=6518479289634394102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6518479289634394102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6518479289634394102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#6518479289634394102' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-3402493127787602410</id><published>2007-03-22T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:24:10.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yawns'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-3402493127787602410?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/3402493127787602410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=3402493127787602410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/3402493127787602410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/3402493127787602410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#3402493127787602410' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-5078688352705199535</id><published>2007-03-21T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:42:56.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life sucks. Take drugs.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's put on a happier note (decided to cancel one whole chunk of negative post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good afternoon everyone. Welcome to Science Day 2007 and may we not invite...er...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh no what's her name.&lt;/span&gt;...the...the..the..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YI LI&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIANG LI&lt;/span&gt;..ohhhhh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;SAN LI&lt;/span&gt;, the chairperson of the whole event to brief us about this event. SAN LI please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-clapclap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and how many times have i told myself not to laugh at other people&lt;/span&gt;?!?! RETRIBUTION LAH, LIN DAOHUI! retribution. who ask you go laugh at the person you shouldnt be laughing at and now have to invite (OH NO, WHAT'S HER NAME AGAIN? OHH, THE THRID LI) like oh please, i keep forgetting her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can settle the girls down really well. i am trained at that. and i still cant be spared :( cause i laughed at someone i shldnt laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics TYS to finish. i need to complain. blame it on my BIG mouth everyone. i feel sorry for myself and everyone. what is ELECTROMAGNETISM? is that even a word? what hand to use? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh man, i was using my leg and toes for the currents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my brain told me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELECTRI- ?!?!?!?! test tmr. HAHAHA, AND I DONT KNOW WHAT IS COMING OUT FOR TEST TMR. I AM SUCH A PRO! PRO WOMAN! PRO PRO PRO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she chicks too much, cause me to have severe headaches and now i cant remember a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many things to take note of. oh goodness, I NEED TO LET OFF LIKE NOBODY'S business before i start shouting and screaming in class like some idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am under great pressure you know. hah. Pressure kills. P=Phg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-5078688352705199535?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/5078688352705199535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=5078688352705199535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5078688352705199535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5078688352705199535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#5078688352705199535' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-7681011582126219647</id><published>2007-03-18T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:25:49.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YESTERDAY'S MESSAGE WAS GREAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhat i always felt that Phil Pringle's message revolves around one thing:Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps that's the core of Christian Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at shandy and thought she was going to die. haih, she was getting restless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's shandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder how i cld tolerate shandy's whining. But wells, she's my best friend, what can i do? HAHA, sometimes look at her and wonder if i should be angry at her or just start smiling and laugh at her. [that was my exact feeling when i saw her trying to run because she was late?!?!?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have to welcome problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Shandy's whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i enjoy that! hahaha. but actually depends on the source of her whining. WHO or what made her whine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many many events going on next week. actually, i feel good. i was like skipping home just now. werid feeling but well. i havent felt like this for zillion years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's going to be alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS test tmr. not studied. BIO tys, not completed. what on earth am i doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, trying to resend my minutes to Mr Low and leaders. ops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-7681011582126219647?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/7681011582126219647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=7681011582126219647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/7681011582126219647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/7681011582126219647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#7681011582126219647' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-798014795945786454</id><published>2007-03-17T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T13:30:43.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witch&apos;s apple'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just ate a witch's apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody outside PS gave me this apple and a phamplet. i mean, it's a guy. HAHA. i tried to avoid him (he looked rather weird standing there carryin the apple) but i cant cause i was surrounded by students doing flag day. so, that is to say, i had to walk towards his direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he gave me an apple and i was rather appalled. come to think of it, i didnt even see his face. sort of saw his appearance. quite hip and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i dumped it in my bag and then i just took it out to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite crispy and sweet(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering it's a free apple out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it's a witch's apple and it's out to charm me. HHAHA. i was staring at it just now, and wondered if there'll be any worms in there. and i tried imagining a witch pouring some chemicals into the apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, the apple is nice and sweet and crispy. try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i die, at least people out there knew how i died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by consuming a WITCH'S APPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-798014795945786454?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/798014795945786454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=798014795945786454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/798014795945786454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/798014795945786454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#798014795945786454' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-5413912753201139875</id><published>2007-03-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:31:19.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomorrow&apos;s the day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am actually quite excited for tmr's message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why. i am feeling super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't felt like this for months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not seeing Mr Anthony though, just Phil Pringles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-5413912753201139875?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/5413912753201139875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=5413912753201139875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5413912753201139875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5413912753201139875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#5413912753201139875' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-2439562661066539326</id><published>2007-03-14T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:56:52.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping is the best way to unwind'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No wonder they say SHOPPING is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great time to unwind today. watch MUSIC AND LYRICS, bought a dress, ate dough nut, slack at wahwah's house, had BS and bitched about in the bus (with like a senior in front of us?) but i was reminded good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking about our days in FISH&amp;CO. was talking about our days in SUSHI TEH. was talking about the recent secret recipe. sometimes, i think we are the fortunate lot. we ate a lot. shandy ate more. she had haagen daz. RIGHT SHANDY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it. the past few days have been a horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is quite surprising how God works. For a great sleeping beauty like me, i would normally sleep or listen to my ipod and stone in the bus. Guess what? i actually took out my bible and start reading. Basically, i don't know why i did it, but i don't think i need to find the reason either. But it just came. was flipping through, and thought Psalm shall be it. came across some verses, and it got me ponder and felt God was speaking to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bus was so empty and quiet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and that sets my day actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had flag day. was at Bugis Junction before shifting to Bugis street with wah and shandy. i was actually quite appalled. the mood there is just so different. when at Bugis Junction, the people just look so unfriendly and so tired and so busy and pace is much faster. when at Bugis street, the pace is slower? despite it's only across the street? and the people are much nicer and they are some scenes which are quite sad. For example, i came across one guy who is not mentally well?!? (oh man, tt sounds mean), but it's rather sad lah. hearing the stories and all. and it got me wonder:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; world is just so unfair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you dont want to know what happened next. HAHAHAHA. you dont want to. but come to think of it, i dont really feel good now. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had BS and more pondering sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSIC AND LYRICS!&lt;/span&gt; man, it rocks. IT'S SO FUNNY AND ROMANTIC AND A COMBI OF PHYSICS AND BIOLOGY KNOWLEDGE INSIDE. crap, is this what science students should be facing right now? HA-HA. but the movie is really nice and i rejoice! cause finally, i feel so updated with my bro. HAHAH. both shandy and i finished one big cup of coke and a MEGA popcorn. i mean, yah, it's called MEGA COMBI. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pop! goes my heart?" hah, something like that. i &lt;3 &lt;3 that show! i think CORA is such a bimbo. haha, right shandy? and Kaur, your bestestest tone-deaf friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went shopping. was not thinking of buying any clothes. was like accompany shandy into the shop. was even accompany her to try out the clothes, with no intention of buying or even looking at the dress. just simply took out one and tried it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was broke (in wallet) thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i nearly had no money to buy dinner for my parents. Praise Lord, that i have my ONLY ten dollar note left in the wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but cool, my mum told me i left AHEM dollars in the drawers. haha. abundance (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMTPY WALLET, EMPTY HW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness, havent started on my HW yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-2439562661066539326?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/2439562661066539326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=2439562661066539326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2439562661066539326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2439562661066539326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#2439562661066539326' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-2467413273965148924</id><published>2007-03-13T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:37:09.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Christ Alone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was telling brenda this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when one is stressed, there are only two/three paths that a person can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE. to weep and weep and tear and tear and cry your heart out. and whining why our lives are so screwed. and you just want people to pity and comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO. to get pissed off like nobody's business and all the vulgarities start to come out of your mouth although you seriously dont wish to. Basically, this is a second level, when that person gets so tired of weeping and tearing and whining about her life. she starts to vent anger on herself and blame herself and the people ard her for it. she doesnt want anybody to talk to her and wish she can disappear from this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE: a mixture of ONE AND TWO. you get pissed off so easily and reaching a max in your "languages". and then you can start crying and weeping out of no sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what. I'm in the third category. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was actually sitting outside the prefect's room, listening to the prefects singing "In Christ Alone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally not like that song. thanks weiwey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A LIE to say i wont cry. IT'S A LIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it totally reflects and i feel so much for it. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i dont think i have much faith.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-2467413273965148924?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/2467413273965148924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=2467413273965148924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2467413273965148924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2467413273965148924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#2467413273965148924' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-1782292893876336180</id><published>2007-03-12T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:11:31.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, BIG FAT IDIOT PEICE OF SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@!#@%^%&amp;%^*&amp;^*^&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything. EVERYTHING that is happening right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG SHITZZZSSZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what is their freaking big problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME LAH. so clever tell me LAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit you. phui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of all these. i have had enough of you too dao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is just a day's rest. is it that difficult? TELL ME, IS IT THAT DIFFICULT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MON-SUN all filled. whats their freaking big problem?&lt;br /&gt;i wish to rest too&lt;br /&gt;why cnt they just let me rest&lt;br /&gt;like WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not asking for no hw and play all day long. just let me rest for ONE day during the hols. JUST A DAY to recharge myself before returning to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT DIFFICULT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, what's your problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-1782292893876336180?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/1782292893876336180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=1782292893876336180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/1782292893876336180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/1782292893876336180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#1782292893876336180' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-736175809600046466</id><published>2007-03-10T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:54:46.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i think my language is terrible, especially nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is being perceived as rude. that's how i see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically rude to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon dao, is it all worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-736175809600046466?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/736175809600046466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=736175809600046466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/736175809600046466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/736175809600046466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#736175809600046466' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-2760937462361110927</id><published>2007-03-09T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:45:57.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears is salty'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the world is so tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant figure out why. wasnt everything ok before that?  why did i suddenly ..? i wish to know why too, but i still cant figure out. so wtv, it's not important anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i wasnt crying caused i cldnt feel any droplets of tears falling down my cheeks. Then it started to grew louder and louder. i was praying so hard to keep quiet and stop everything, but it just kept getting louder and louder as we prayed. but still, i could not feel any droplets of tears falling. was i crying? or just making funny noises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i felt that. torrents actually, falling straight down onto my paper. falling down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened my eyes. then i realised, my tears were actually collecting on the surfaces of my specs, that's why i thought i wasnt crying. and it overflowed, thus flowing down onto my song sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, He is telling me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, lead me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know You are always there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everywhere, everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give me the strength to continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what i am doing Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, i pray for greater strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and anointing from you Lord&lt;br /&gt;teach me how to be a stronger person&lt;br /&gt;a person who can withstand all tiredness&lt;br /&gt;all stresses, all problems faced&lt;br /&gt;Lord, i need You. i pray for Your presence Lord&lt;br /&gt;that You will take good care of all students from 4E6&lt;br /&gt;all prefects from prefectorial board,&lt;br /&gt;current and old EXCO&lt;br /&gt;all teachers teaching us&lt;br /&gt;and members of E367&lt;br /&gt;that whoever is weary, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;i lift them up to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-2760937462361110927?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/2760937462361110927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=2760937462361110927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2760937462361110927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2760937462361110927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#2760937462361110927' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-2088722311948335654</id><published>2007-03-07T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:23:55.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o bring back'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Girls, are you all always so quiet one ar? cause i don't know whether you are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hearing&lt;/span&gt; me or not"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sure, we are of course &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hearing&lt;/span&gt; you, not listening only"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she suddenly and randomly asked this question while doing WWI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"tell me who is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUNNIEST&lt;/span&gt; teacher in the school?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"?!?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all sorts of funny answers came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mrs C. Low! Mr Charles Low!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"huh..but i talk to him. he like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;black face&lt;/span&gt; one leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"?!?!?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she makes funny noises when she drew arrows. didn't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we do need this kind of teachers around. cause then, we realized how precious our current teachers are. i was just thinking, how will the school history and SS girls ever survive without Mr Anthony? or rather, how well can the school survive without mr anthony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[shandy's blog]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bring back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O bring back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O bring back anthony to us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bring back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O bring back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O bring back anthony to us!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-2088722311948335654?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/2088722311948335654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=2088722311948335654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2088722311948335654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2088722311948335654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#2088722311948335654' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-23980420918636250</id><published>2007-03-06T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:41:37.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cant help it but slow reaction'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's such a EVENTFUL day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had piano exam and managed to sleep until 8.00am. HAHA, when everyone was having their english lessons. then watched my AH ZHANG show when they were having their maths period. HOW COOLZ can that be? was totally enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it starts. jitters. shivers. heart went THUMPTHUMP. couldnt stop- all the way to the venue. prayed like nobody's business. so arrived there like half an hour earlier. heart was like BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM. no more thumps. didnt even enter the building. was pacing up and down outside by the mainroad. motorists might think i am mad. anwayys, ya, boom boom boom and felt my legs rather weak. then 1115, time to go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly my heart didnt beat as fast. God was doing the work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was waiting outside the studio, i wasnt, surprisingly, scared or wtv. whole thing went off smoothly. i was so proud of my scales. basically, the examiner was lenient. he gave simple ones. (: thank God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i screwed up my aural. but that's expected. he gave me an expression of qian bian look when i answered those questions. haha, wonder if i shld cry or laugh. then he gave me this really fast piece for the style and period one. and i had to clap to the beat and I AM VERY SURE THERE'S THRILL IN IT AND I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO CLAP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was telling it to my bro and he said i slow reaction, so cant follow. wth?!?! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he's nice. the examiner i mean. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after piano, was walking to foodcourt. anways, saw people gathering outside the building. thought was some fire, but couldnt see any smoke. thought whole building has to be evacuated, but realised people were enjoying their meals in the foodcourt in the building. mum watched the news later at night and told me there was AN EARTHQUAKE!!!!!! ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was another eventful one. Kristyn got into some really HAHAH, ugly situation with the yellow man. they started to run. having slow reaction, i just realised they ran without me after like 5s later. so i ran while that guy shouted valgurities at us. then they told me that guy was actually chasing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you imagine having another 5 sec slow reaction, i cld have died-ed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-23980420918636250?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/23980420918636250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=23980420918636250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/23980420918636250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/23980420918636250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#23980420918636250' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-674254167524968105</id><published>2007-03-05T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:55:54.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures learning jouney 07'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LEARNING JOURNEY 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a bit slow, but guess i better post it up for people to grab these photos. didn't have the mood to post it up the previous days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/9058/dscn1136en9.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puiwah, me, zinnia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/5434/dscn1140ga3.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahwah, me, zinnia, pris &amp; tammie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/2656/dscn1142kk1.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sleep everywhere...in class...on the boat...&lt;br /&gt;(haha, LOOK AT TAMMIE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/1066/dscn1143nw6.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy heads !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/3310/dscn1152fb4.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my! is this even a landfill? i felt i was in Bali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/9278/dscn1158wm5.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;windmill. Kinetic to electrical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/586/dscn1155tt7.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty greenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/2931/dscn1159ee6.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/7830/dscn1163fb7.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED! haha, poor guy had to help us take class pictures.&lt;br /&gt;he could have just ran away with all those cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/4782/dscn1164hb6.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4E607&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img161.imageshack.us/img161/8900/dscn1166cy2.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret run-away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img161.imageshack.us/img161/2038/dscn1168bz4.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img92.imageshack.us/img92/2654/dscn1171bh8.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mediate.Perfect place for advertisements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/6657/dscn1172ew4.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/9840/dscn1173qb3.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us, with Ed the man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img161.imageshack.us/img161/7907/dscn1174pb4.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shandy and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1781/dscn1175og5.jpg" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last group picture before returning to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lousy lousy lousy &lt;/span&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;haagen daz's &lt;/span&gt;tiramisu's in front of me&lt;br /&gt;yet i cant eat.&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;just for the sake of tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dont want to live anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, i know Lord. i want to be that cake of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i pray for more strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as i go through this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as my walk with you Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because i know you have a plan for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a plan for my future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i shouldnt be worrying about anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no stress can beat me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Lord for all you have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, do you know fallout boys concert was just beside our church? well, at least we heard the BOOM BOOM BOOM of the drums during/after services. and there were many angmohs who went there. never got the chnace to check it out. BUT heard the concert was good.they should have dropped by chc mans. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-674254167524968105?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/674254167524968105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=674254167524968105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/674254167524968105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/674254167524968105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#674254167524968105' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-165962908902043711</id><published>2007-03-04T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T11:35:02.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuts fall from tree'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU CANT DO VECTORS WITH A FRUSTRATED HEART FOR NUTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally give up after a few questions. realised everything is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;BLANK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what's the effing problem with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you totally cannot imagine transforming stress into anger. it's totally SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop it dao. stop it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-165962908902043711?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/165962908902043711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=165962908902043711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/165962908902043711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/165962908902043711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#165962908902043711' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-8159995586507647353</id><published>2007-03-01T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:55:20.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copy bio test paper'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally. i have FINALLY enjoyed a day so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though today is a THURSDAY, long and dreading thursday, but everything seemed pretty ok. perhaps Ms Chia was right: Rainy days make you feel more awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what really surprises me is that for the whole of yesterday, i had been singing "Rain Down" because Mel wants the weather to be rainy. but i guessed i overdone it. it has been raining nonstop these two days. i pray it will stop tmr, cause it's LEARNING JOURNEY! we are going to chaochao land if you have not known. while a few of them going to ACSI to swoon at hot guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was worse. can you imagine having to copy the stupid 8 pages long of biology tst paper just that you did not sign it BECAUSE it was dumped under the stack of worksheets and we were blinded by the amt of homework given to us. and plus the BIGBIG science proj!! worse, our lovely bio teacher show it to other teacher, whom i think is going to implement it in a matter of time. hao xue bu xue, xue ze xie bu ying gai xue de dong xi. HAIHH. now the teachers know who are the ones who didnt sign, and obediently copied the whole paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name is marked. i cant run away from that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was a total crap today. i TELL YOU, TOTAL CRAP. man, i think my hand is going to cramps in a matter of time. WL, the 3 of us have been marked down aldy. Me, weiwey and Mel. die die, i dont want to get marked down! :S my place has been very suay aldy. teachers keep eyeing at my area. SIGHSIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio is the most interesting! Sexual reproduction in Human Beings. haha, especially the part where the man knew he has to ejaculate and immediately withdraw. LIKE HOW ON EARTH HE KNEW HE HAS TO EJACUATE?!?! the whole class burst into laughters and all. stupid mel go and ask what's the pural form of PENIS. she's really a joker lah. mr low started to burst out laughing. can u imagine labelling TWO penai?! HAHAH, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were talking about girl who starts menstruation at 8 mths and giving birth at 5/9 yrs old. OMG, that's super sick and more sick. can u imagine when you just return after your PSLE and your child comes "MUMMY MUMMY!" and imagine you wearing your pampers while u start menstruation. WPE, super sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, GUESS WHO WE MET AT CORO WHILE SHOPPING FOR TMR'S LEARNING JOURNEY? MDM SU! whoa, we got a fright mans. she suddenly put he basket on our trolley and we were like "AHH!" haha, and shandy's shrill voice irritated an ANG MOH and he gave us this very disapproval face. HAHA, ops, hope he doesnt go complain. we didnt do it on purpose. just htat we were too surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she was super cute. after buying her stuffs, she came to us. "i also bought my drinks for tmr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praise Lord for Learning Journey tmr. &lt;br /&gt;or else i think i cld have dieded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-8159995586507647353?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/8159995586507647353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=8159995586507647353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/8159995586507647353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/8159995586507647353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#8159995586507647353' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-4677006809412934371</id><published>2007-02-27T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:56:15.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE. i am dying. brain fried.&lt;br /&gt;TWO. i am dying. physics is difficult. i SURRENDER!&lt;br /&gt;THREE. i am dying. i cant remember what i want to say&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. i am dying. we are going to the CHAOCHAO land&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. i am dying. so many hw. &lt;br /&gt;SIX. i am dying. i could feel stress piling&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. i am dying. piano exam in less than 1 weeks time&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. i am dying. i havent written down the excuse letter&lt;br /&gt;NINE. i am dying. i dont want to live anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left with TEN. dead aldy la. ten what ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explain why the fuse is placed in the live wire rather than in the neutral wire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur. what is fuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-flip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-4677006809412934371?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/4677006809412934371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=4677006809412934371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/4677006809412934371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/4677006809412934371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#4677006809412934371' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-2567541986890416776</id><published>2007-02-25T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:44:07.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pui! irritatin to the max. guess what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i closed my eyes, somehow, flashes of "YOU HAVE PHYSICS HW YET UNDONE" flashes across my mind. so i jumped up of my lalaland and then went to my study table and open my file. ta-da! four photocopied sheets of paper lying in my file&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then, i cut the paper and wanted to paste my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;search for glue up and down and left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no glue. the only one is this empty glue bottle? there's white glue, all dried up. and it stinks to the max. tried to use toothpick to get some out. cool, i got my FIRST questioned glued, after 15 mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got fed-up. 15 mins for one question and i have like 5 questions. that will take 1 hr plus? it was aldy 1030pm. so i decided to "make my own glue"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt even look like glue. tried to use brush to spread the glue on my second question. thought it will stick, but it came out so readily. tried again, no avail. now there's flour, DRIED FLOUR on my paper. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up. i am such a loser-tic phsyics student. cant even get something so simple done :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-2567541986890416776?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/2567541986890416776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=2567541986890416776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2567541986890416776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/2567541986890416776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#2567541986890416776' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-8139185579398874856</id><published>2007-02-23T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:30:01.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb fool :['/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sitting alone in the cab just now, i was getting emo. i don't know, but many things just flashed through my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, true, i need a vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't seem to be enjoying what i am doing right now. like seriously seriously. i realized i have become super slack, not academic-wise, but rather, my other commitments in school. perhaps, at this period of time, i have totally lost interest in everything. i find no  meaning in continuing what i am doing now. it makes it harder when other people either don't co-operate well with you, or perhaps Ive really lost that interest which makes me feel the whole world is against me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kills a life, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a dumb fool everyday, getting angry with the slightest reason, getting emo at slightest incident, getting confused at the slightest problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i decided to isolate from the earth and act like a dumb/blur person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i right? am i? am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, but i feel i am very far away&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lost&lt;br /&gt;i feel so confused&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to go on&lt;br /&gt;life's hectic&lt;br /&gt;isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-8139185579398874856?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/8139185579398874856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=8139185579398874856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/8139185579398874856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/8139185579398874856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#8139185579398874856' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-5760578906217127106</id><published>2007-02-22T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:24:54.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my 600th post for the past goodness-know-how-many-years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you bubblelurve, for being my chu qi tong for the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FREAKING TIRED LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS AND I AM IN A FREAKING BAD MOOD AND I CAN CRASH THE WHOLE HOUSE LIKE SOME MONKEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like screaming my lungs out. anyone interested in going to the grand canon for a tour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is seriously blank. life's screwed :( overturned :[  if someone is nice enough to shoot me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking, even before we proceed to half-life in physics, only 1/infinitive of my life will be left to even complete that stupid chapter. i am totally dead now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally screaawweeeedddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i want to shut off from the earth :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-5760578906217127106?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/5760578906217127106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=5760578906217127106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5760578906217127106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/5760578906217127106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#5760578906217127106' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-6210161192147847190</id><published>2007-02-21T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:49:16.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no further comments. basically, i didnt want to go school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my normal sentence :&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; future so bleak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know what to expect in future. O's? prelims?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Low "destroyed" my whole morning by telling us one whole long story about our results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit shit shit shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some really stupid headache makes it worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH!!  why  why why why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks time piano exam. double up stress. DAMIT. amongst those tests/ preparations/ stepping down etc, still have to prepare for piano exam. totally shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of S word during cny. crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guides thinking day tmr. wearing the uniform for one whole day again? and cant even sneak off early on Sat. feeling super terrible lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( i am going to break down really soon :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-6210161192147847190?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/6210161192147847190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=6210161192147847190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6210161192147847190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6210161192147847190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#6210161192147847190' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-1655145562835733264</id><published>2007-02-20T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:27:07.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school in 9 hours time'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/1556/p2193804we2.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the really dumbest trying-to-act-CUTEEEZZZZ picture. my! everyone was staring at me. ever wonder why the sheep is BLUE? no, i still dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch is like how many hours time. time to go LALALALALA land, cause tmr's going to be a tiring day :( the physics test is like lying in front of me. supposed to do reflection, but i think i will die of anger upon doing the reflection. AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or shld i put it this way: the next few days going to be super tiring. i am really dreading those days man. SOMEONE HELP!!! whywhywhy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, shall end today's 3rd post with my family picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/7522/p2193810hj9.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-1655145562835733264?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/1655145562835733264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=1655145562835733264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/1655145562835733264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/1655145562835733264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#1655145562835733264' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-3634602729406326213</id><published>2007-02-20T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:42:57.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, SOMEONE SAVE MEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bladder is going to burst soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go out of the room cause my bro's friends are out there, and i am e only girl in the house.. (sounds very HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my file is on the table and they are sitting around the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they better not mess up the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they called me "XIAO MEI!" whaaa, i very xiao meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsktsktsksktsktsk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-3634602729406326213?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/3634602729406326213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=3634602729406326213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/3634602729406326213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/3634602729406326213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#3634602729406326213' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-8910416878858274579</id><published>2007-02-20T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T11:37:06.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day last day last day last day :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my holidays! why cant there be 15 days of holidays?  i mean, we are chinese whatz. i dont want to go back to school. tell me, when is the next holiday? 2 LONG weeks later, our march holiday. before that, there's my piano exam (oh ya, havent typed the letter yet) and our term assesment. and do you think it is really a holiday? NOOOO!!! IT'S A PERIOD OF TIME WHEN WE HAVE TO MUG AND MUG AND MUG FOR OUR MID YEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel i cant breathe any moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's load of activities going on after hols. there's science day, guides AE, prefects commendation! good thing we are going to step down soon. i cant wait actually. i want to step down. oh, hurry up, i want to step down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am going to be a good girl today and start to revise a bit. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwyays, went to riverwalk yesterday. told you it's the ONLY place in SG where there are activities going on. im not too sure about chinatown but i heard it's rather ghost town too. HAHA. orchard is like a ghost town, minusing those cineplex and all. all the mega shopping mall didnt open, so yups, rather ghostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place was bustle with activities lah, like usual. i realised, there are more activites, or rather, more uncle ringo's activities. HAHA, there's this miniature ferris wheel. SO CUTEZZ!!!really! and theres this "small vehicles upslope rides" which cld be found long long time ago in Marina Square's arcade. reminds me of my childhood days spent playing in the marina quare's arcade when i was small. really miss those days. those rides and all. what is that organization called? FUN WORLD? ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i cld become a small kid. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a few pictures there. will upload it soon. haha. took one with the BLUE BLUE sheep. had to cute. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's tmr. bio class early morning then PE. yawns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-8910416878858274579?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/8910416878858274579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=8910416878858274579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/8910416878858274579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/8910416878858274579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#8910416878858274579' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-302305754684342840</id><published>2007-02-18T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:07:26.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year will never be interesting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could not feel the new year mood. it's like any normal Sunday, minus-ing the fact there's no 4 hrs long of tuitions. the surrounding is just so QUIET. bustle? go Chinatown or riverwalk lor. otherwise, it's just so quiet, quieter than any normal Sunday (cause no one's at the market)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just went house-visiting, the only house-visiting that we have this year. it's just so boring till i wanted to shut my eyes and sleep. thank goodness was sms-ing peihua or i wld have died-ed in the house. collecting the ang baos didnt appeal much to me this year. was wondering when i cld get off the place ASAP. the food were rather nice, targeted on the soup like as usual. the kids were...SIGH, i wonder why my cousins have so many kids. Basically, if you do not know, i'm the youngest cousin in the generation. the next "younger" one is also about 20+ years (tsk, i think it's my bro, who's like 7 years older than me?). all my cousins are like 30+ 40+. what's there to talk about? age and "generation" gap lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst, those sec 1-3 kids have to call me "GUGU" sounds more like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuku&lt;/span&gt;" haha. and here comes my wild imagination. can you imagine on of them to be in smss and mwhaha, they have to "listen to my command". MWHAHAHAHAH, cause i'm their "gugu (kuku)". feel super old lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like an evil step mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house was crowded with kids and more kids. people giving me ang baos are becoming lesser and lesser :( next year will have more. two of my cousins are getting married at the end of the year! sigh sigh, left 4 unmarried. My brother and I, the other other cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only entertaining guy is the CID cousin, who kept telling me this "you better not stand up or I'll be angry" apparently, i'm about the same height as he is. he nearly wanted to faint cause i was wearing heels. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though sitting amidst of those aunties and uncles and kids running here and there, i cld feel the aura of danger despite after so many years of "internal conflict".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall piah studies after these hols. lalala, raining during CNY. that's rather weird, dont you think so?  come to think of it, my house is SUPER NEAT now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns, drama-ing time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-302305754684342840?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/302305754684342840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=302305754684342840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/302305754684342840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/302305754684342840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#302305754684342840' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-6349087230233222701</id><published>2007-02-14T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T19:07:44.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPY VDAY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, i could resist temptation for so long and stop blogging for like DAYS. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwyays, class did a major shifting of seats today. thought im going to sit with someone i dont know or what, guess who im ended up with? MELZ. haha, i was laughing all the way la. so what, i going to face her average 8 hrs per day for 5 DAYS, whole day on sat and then (maybe sun?!?!) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think mdm su made a wrong choice of letting us sit together. we will sure make a lot of noise one. it's going to be happening! we nearly made WEIWEY flipped today by our groanings and moanings during physics class. haha. DAY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mel gave me a "WELCOME SITTING PARTNER" PRESENT this morning. mdm su called her out to read the passage, then she said she got sorethroat then I HAD TO READ!!! stupid melz la! early morning bigbig present for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEBOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! haha &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many thanks to all the lovely presents! &lt;3 ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are like telling me to handle my own dinner cause they have to go buy fridge (must be going dating) LEAVE ME ALONE, LONELY IN THE HOUSE, DURING VDAY!!! what is this man, i want to protest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally no more tests for like ONE WHOLE WEEK! rejoice! (: im very happy now! tmr chinese test, but do i look like i care? NO!! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, want you guys to watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjXDNR8pKJ4"&gt;JI BA BAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, it's a video la, but too lazy to post it up! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ChxM9Q_t75M"&gt;NO PORK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha really joker one lor. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, yups, that's about it. chinese new year this weekend. cant wait mans! haha (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-6349087230233222701?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/6349087230233222701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=6349087230233222701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6349087230233222701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/6349087230233222701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#6349087230233222701' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-117103826334112272</id><published>2007-02-09T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:24:23.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, HELLO TO THE WORLD. guess what, got back the tests aldy. not too bad, in fact BETTER than i thought it would be. HAHAH. rmber my 3/40 amths test. guess what, ive got like 8 for overall, plus bonus mark fm our holiday assignment. in total, i have 11 marks! haha, can you imagine, from a pathetic 3 to a 11 mark?!?from a pathetic one digit to a double digit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although still fail, but got like 2 digits, doesnt look that pathetic yah? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was a total surprise that i didnt fail, cuz firstly my english hasnt been that great, especially for those who know me well, i came fm a pure chinese speaking family and i didnt know any english even until i attended my primary school. anwyays, i got like 31/50 for my compre? haha, it's like a total surpirse, cux that's like a nanyang 01 prelim paper and i was rather struggling when i was doing it and i got so irritated caused people came in to ask me for key when i was doing my summary. haha. plus, my standards has always been like 25-27 range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biology was average. was at my expectation (: but definitely room for improvemnets (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups. Os today. i can imagine myself collecting the ersults mans. i think i can chicks like no one's business. CHICKS. haha, really. i thinkill freak out the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised everyone was teasing me like no one's business,MEL LA..haha. all your fault! HHA, haiya, wondering when tammie will come to my side one day? wondering how MEL will be kicked out of taxi one day. Wondering when zinnia will come and support me that MEL REALLY CALLED MY NAME?!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why noone believe i am street smart? HAHAH, sure you wont get lost if me ard. rmber, im in girl guides! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in taxi just now. i was rather high and started a converstation with the taxi driver all the way, which was a rather long journey. talked about he and his wife going to seaside and then JALAN JALAN. then talked about his sons who got honours and yah, where he works. then talked about driving at night super dangerous. then started to talk about malaysia and the healthcare svc. doesnt that sound like a SS lesson? definitely! it was a SS lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, that guy super funny la, cldnt stand him. but it's my first time talking to a taxi drvier la. HAHA, that guy is seriously nice. haha, and he thought stmargs has shifted to hougang??!?!? HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get to meet such nice people at times. love talking to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i realised i have been hearing things ercently, and my imagination are getting WILDER! first, during physics, mr chua was saying about FRIDGE doors should be permanent or temporary magnet? and i keep thinking it was FISH DOOR? and i kept wondering, "FISH GOT DOORS MEH? FISH NOT FISH TANK MEH? FISH TANK GOT DOORS AR? THEN FISH NEEDS TO KNOCK THE DOOR OR NOT?" kao, i didnt know what on earth he was talking about until i asked nat. initally, i still thought it was FISH DOORS, until yah..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then about the magnitization of the some weird machines to hang the cars at the metal scrapyard there. he was asking us whether it shuld b temporary magnet or permanent. then i thought of the fighting scene in those warehouses. i nearly wanted to answer him this answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uh, temporary, cause we normally got metal stuffs with us liek watches. If we got hung up by the machine, at least it can be demagnetized and we can be released."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even think of cars in the first place ok. the first thing i thought of was the people fighting and got hung up on top there. -faints. i nearly fainted when someone else shouted out the ans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, while waiting for taxi with mel and (henry?!?!) aha, anwyays, they were talking about the SPC nearby and should stop after the SPC. guess what, i said SPC where? but in my mind, i was thinking of SPCA?!?!?!?! then i was like where where where? WHOA LAO, wake up la dao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i sent my bro this msg, and he got so amused that he sent me abck the msg, which reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, i use your comp can? Fads (dad's) sleeping on e bed, foot (dont) want to wake up up, and ya, need to do some documents also...thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly flipped upon reading the msg. HAHA, what on earth am i doing mans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering if there's anything exciting tmr? sure... you shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-117103826334112272?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/117103826334112272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=117103826334112272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/117103826334112272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/117103826334112272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#117103826334112272' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-117085769485669431</id><published>2007-02-07T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:14:54.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese test tmr and what on earth am i doing here? Basically, tests are putting me off. i think i have overworked myself lately and found myself seriously dozing off in class for like few periods of lessons. realised that i have been studying non-stops for tests and i only managed to put down everything and went to bed yesterday without doing any work or revision. But still, went to bed at 11.00pm. no difference actually, but better than nth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i felt better today. but the faitgue just came back. OMG, irritating to max la. had a 3 hrs nap and im still feeling super tired. no wonder people say the longer you sleep, the more tired you will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shandy and I were just commenting in the morning that it was a very nice day to ponder about life. surprisingly, i was thinking that it's time to grow up unconsciously today. childish acts just appeared in my mind and it's like "c'mon dao, time to grow!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, the magnet didnt hypnotize me. it's rather surprising  that i didnt, cause i am a person who can get hypnotized very easily (refer to my previous post) EG, my piano music notes and ammeter and teachers' voices. in fact, i had fun playing with the magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a short day. it just passes so quickly. tmr will be rather slow and dreading and doomed. i think we are getting like 2-3 tests tmr. getting back our amths paper, which like only 8 passes. and lowest, fortunately, is 6. HAHAHA, YES, SEE, SHOULD EXPECT MORE!! haha, means i got like extra 3 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics, too, tmr as well. I THINK? mr chua still wondering if he should return us. think...think..our day will be destroyed early morning. BIO? omg, dont talk about it. i dont know what to expect for bio. and the day is gna to end with SS? i hope i dont get into the LALA land, which is highly impossible, cause it's SS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i want to add smth. i nearly died-ed of heart attack yesterday cause i NEARLY forgot my last sentence of pledge. i nearly fainted backstage. actually, i forgot, was just trying very hard to follow the voices of students below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had i ever  gotten like more than 8 marks for my chem practical?!?! HAHAH, i got 9 for my chem prac! haha, im freaking happy, silently la. (: (:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-117085769485669431?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/117085769485669431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=117085769485669431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/117085769485669431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/117085769485669431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#117085769485669431' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-117068125971810076</id><published>2007-02-05T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:28:52.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is very irritating. My iPod cant connect to the computer, means i cannot transfer the song :(&lt;br /&gt;we missed physics today because of some incident and im still quite pissed actually. DOESNT THAT PERSON REALISETHAT TWO PERIODS MISSED IS CONSIDERED VERY MAJOR IN SEC4?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritating to the max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was so stressful during the science day meeting with the teachers. Out of the sudden, all the science teachers seem so smart.Two physics teachers even tried to use the SPEED FORMULA to calculate the time the parachute will fall. -FAINTS- i felt so small and pathetic, who was trying to hard to listen to their "conversation" and trying very hard to take down the minutes. it's super stressful if you have not realised. i think next time if there's ever such mtg, it's best to bring a laptop over. i cant write that fast you know. But when you are among these teachers, with a mixture of physics, bio and chem expertise? HAHAHA, wtvr!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trying to strain my ear over a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressed :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse, i was super hungry and there was this box of COOKIE IN FRONT OF POOR SHANDY AND DAO, and i guess i was like staring at it half the time, though trying very hard to concentrate on Mr Ng's words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr chua just loved to tempt us with food. FOOD. everyday FOOD!!!everywhere, anytime. SIGH. In the end had to accompany shandy to collect the list, and we never got to eat. and we kept lamenting. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i totally slept during chinese class. the full period i was dozing off. i wasnt the only one actually. i cldnt help it, and i kept dozing off. eyes shut and head hanging. But still try to bluff wangli by lifting my head up occasionally and kept on shaking my legs and move my body (though eyes shut), indicating that i am still alive and well kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously cldnt open my eyes. i was sleepwalking to the canteen for lunch. and i was slping while buying my food. i was whining as i made my way to the stalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super tired. even the coffee doesnt kick in. Coffee doesnt make any difference to me now. been immune by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was nearly wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. I CLDNT KEEP MY EYES OPEN. i kept drooping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano's even worse. THE MUSIC WAS HYPNOTIZING ME! my every own piano music. Not like im listening to any music piece or what, but i seemed to be hypnotize as i played my piano! FIRST TIME huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye. AMTHS TMR. die for sure. P&amp;amp;C-pongpong and coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed the paper up for sure. DIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-117068125971810076?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/117068125971810076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=117068125971810076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/117068125971810076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/117068125971810076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#117068125971810076' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-117051812863690963</id><published>2007-02-03T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:55:28.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone's wrying for the stupid amths test we took. c'mon guys, at most everyone's dyin together! at least, your friend here, is being assured that she wont get 0/40! at least im assured that i have 3/40! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should expect more lah, but well, be supe rather glad that if i pass, and be quite happy if i dont get a F9, which is like highly impossibe since your friend here cld only do one part of the ques out of 5 ques. Mind you, it's ONE PART of a ques, it's not even a ques yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i think im going crazy too. can you imagine? IM ACTUALLY SAYING ALL THESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praise the Lord man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what is running in my mind now. Lots of things actually, which totally doesnt make much sense. at least im trying VERY hard. trying. wtvrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTVVVRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up la. you aint talking much sense now. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill get emo in 5 secs time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i go again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-117051812863690963?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/117051812863690963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=117051812863690963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/117051812863690963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/117051812863690963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#117051812863690963' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-117046874653147042</id><published>2007-02-03T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T10:16:19.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMERICAN PIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A long, long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember&lt;br /&gt;How that music used to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;And I knew if I had my chance&lt;br /&gt;That I could make those people dance&lt;br /&gt;And, maybe, theyd be happy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But february made me shiver&lt;br /&gt;With every paper Id deliver.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news on the doorstep;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt take one more step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember if I cried&lt;br /&gt;When I read about his widowed bride,&lt;br /&gt;But something touched me deep inside&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;Singin, thisll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;Thisll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you write the book of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And do you have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;faith &lt;/span&gt;in God above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the Bible tells you so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;believe in rock n roll&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can music save your mortal soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And can you teach me how to dance real slow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know that youre in love with him&lt;br /&gt;`cause I saw you dancin in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;You both kicked off your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a lonely teenage broncin buck&lt;br /&gt;With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,&lt;br /&gt;But I knew I was out of luck&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started singin,&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;And singin, thisll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;Thisll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for ten years weve been on our own&lt;br /&gt;And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,&lt;br /&gt;But thats not how it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;When the jester sang for the king and queen,&lt;br /&gt;In a coat he borrowed from james dean&lt;br /&gt;And a voice that came from you and me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while the king was looking down,&lt;br /&gt;The jester stole his thorny crown.&lt;br /&gt;The courtroom was adjourned;&lt;br /&gt;No verdict was returned.&lt;br /&gt;And while lennon read a book of marx,&lt;br /&gt;The quartet practiced in the park,&lt;br /&gt;And we sang dirges in the dark&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were singing,&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;And singin, thisll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;Thisll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helter skelter in a summer swelter.&lt;br /&gt;The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,&lt;br /&gt;Eight miles high and falling fast.&lt;br /&gt;It landed foul on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;The players tried for a forward pass,&lt;br /&gt;With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the half-time air was sweet perfume&lt;br /&gt;While the sergeants played a marching tune.&lt;br /&gt;We all got up to dance,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but we never got the chance!&lt;br /&gt;`cause the players tried to take the field;&lt;br /&gt;The marching band refused to yield.&lt;br /&gt;Do you recall what was revealed&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started singing,&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;And singin, thisll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;Thisll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there we were all in one place,&lt;br /&gt;A generation lost in space&lt;br /&gt;With no time left to start again.&lt;br /&gt;So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!&lt;br /&gt;Jack flash sat on a candlestick&lt;br /&gt;Cause fire is the devils only friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as I watched him on the stage&lt;br /&gt;My hands were clenched in fists of rage.&lt;br /&gt;No angel born in hell&lt;br /&gt;Could break that satans spell.&lt;br /&gt;And as the flames climbed high into the night&lt;br /&gt;To light the sacrificial rite,&lt;br /&gt;I saw satan laughing with delight&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was singing,&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;And singin, thisll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;Thisll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl who sang the blues&lt;br /&gt;And I asked her for some happy news,&lt;br /&gt;But she just smiled and turned away.&lt;br /&gt;I went down to the sacred store&lt;br /&gt;Where Id heard the music years before,&lt;br /&gt;But the man there said the music wouldnt play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the streets: the children screamed,&lt;br /&gt;The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;But not a word was spoken;&lt;br /&gt;The church bells all were broken.&lt;br /&gt;And the three men I admire most:&lt;br /&gt;The father, son, and the holy ghost,&lt;br /&gt;They caught the last train for the coast&lt;br /&gt;The day the music died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were singing,&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;Singin, thisll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;Thisll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were singing,&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye, miss american pie.&lt;br /&gt;Drove my chevy to the levee,&lt;br /&gt;But the levee was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye&lt;br /&gt;Singin, thisll be the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought this is quite nice. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-117046874653147042?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/117046874653147042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=117046874653147042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/117046874653147042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/117046874653147042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#117046874653147042' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-117042579941649322</id><published>2007-02-02T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T22:16:40.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week has been rather bad. But im glad that i have pulled through it. the idea of having a test every single day is not that bad afterall. well, at least i have been busying studying that i have long forgotten what has happened (you're lying, dao)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been daoing everyone back in school. I'm sorry if i have daoed you that bad. i know, there are a few out there whom i seriously have daoed like no one's business. Cold war, i supposed, like what mdm suhana said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, with no test and all, i dont deny i am pretty slacken down. The problem surfaces again. i wish to forget about it. i am feeling super guilty. i am feeling super tired. i am feeling that the whole damn world is against me and i am turning my back to the whole world. i want to shout how @$@^&amp;^*(($#@%$&amp;amp;%$*( i am feeling right now. how i wish i have this balloon guy in front of me and i can stab it like no one's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amths test was a flop. but i cld rather assure that i can get 3/40 marks. AT LEAST. not too bad, i could do only one part of one question out of the 5 questions. Good thing is, i am quite alright with it. Perhaps i have been immuned by all these things happening now that i didnt even want to bother about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally think life sucks now. the S word has been with me for like the one whole day. i tried to be optimistic, but it just came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a space. thanks. i apologise if you find it offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;br /&gt;sucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksucksuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-117042579941649322?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/117042579941649322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=117042579941649322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/117042579941649322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/117042579941649322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#117042579941649322' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-117024997582782698</id><published>2007-01-31T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:26:18.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have wondered for the past one week, wondering why no one is actually COMPLAINING about the amount of tests we have this week. Personally, i have 5 this week. Under Normal circumstances, i would expect many oppositions and complaints, but i realised i heard none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? cause there's like only less than 5 girls having 5 tests this week. Frankly speaking, if you take out HMT girls from history class in 4E6 (that's like half of it), and minusing those who dropped physics, there's like only three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three, sorrowful victims. I'm included as one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes i think i am mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why on earth did i tell on this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why?...why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm feeling much better, that  dont have to hide from her anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In fact, i was rather glad i told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i cant help but to feel worried/sad etcetc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont want to face this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i really dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why, why do i have to choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both are equally impt, really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would it have made a difference if i havent told her then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but no point turning back the clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it has happened, hasnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it has always been what you have anticipated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But why feel so upset about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to like to go school. Well, at least i dont have to face the reality when back in school. at least i could forget momentarily when I'm in school. that's good. But lately, i havent been my usual self. So what if Im back in sch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's gonna be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i supposed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-117024997582782698?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/117024997582782698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=117024997582782698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/117024997582782698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/117024997582782698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#117024997582782698' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116999831366226434</id><published>2007-01-28T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:31:53.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone's talking about the illegal test in the upcoming wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's kind of coincident about what mr anthony said on his fri SS lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we must first arrest the people who litter, or else they will try something bolder and in the end, rape or rob the poor,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly fitting into the scenior of what 4E6 is going through right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i still think it's super funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, physics tmr. wish me lucks mans. ive stopped day-dreaming about the 1% that mr chua will forget about setting the paper. i know it'll never happen. BUT miracles might happen. perhaps the papers will catch fire in the staffrm or printing room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, dao will never change. she will jsut continue to day-dream. (: until she sits for the paper. who knows, the paper might just got fire once it reaches her hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. it's monday blues again. managed to finish bit of revision, but didnt do my hw. WHAT RUBBISH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116999831366226434?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116999831366226434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116999831366226434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116999831366226434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116999831366226434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116999831366226434' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116987533358843716</id><published>2007-01-27T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T13:22:13.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>very exciting. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;5 tests next week&lt;/span&gt;, everyday will be accompanied by a test or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont complain that you've nth to look forward to, dao. You sure have a lot, with the tests awaiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont forget about your english presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IM BIGGER THAN YOU, stupid tests. RAWRRRR-stare- IM BIGGER THAN YOU! STUPID-5-TESTS-WHICH-TEACHERS-WANT-TO-SUFFOCATE-WITH-US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, cause biology is the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILLEGAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one. not supposed to have biology one. oh wells, what can we do. we'll be sitting for an illegal test. So much so that the level head had to go and find out what on earth happened to our class when we complained about the 5-test-in-a-week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big shot huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILLEGAL BIOLOGY TEST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid 5 tests aint going to pull me down mans. CAUSE IM BIGGER THAN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am going crazy soon. the word yesterday just impacted me so much that i think im really crazy. been telling myself that when i was bathing, when i was doing my CME presentation, when i was going to sleep, when i am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nt going church today. still wondering if i shld go tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how old she is this year. think i will just get like 5 smaller candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye, off to study le &lt;s&gt;:(&lt;/s&gt;    (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116987533358843716?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116987533358843716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116987533358843716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116987533358843716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116987533358843716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116987533358843716' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116964688433725249</id><published>2007-01-24T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:54:44.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things i have learnt these past few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DONT LAUGH AT PEOPLE. there's such a thing called RETRIBUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKE DRUGS AND YOU'LL HAVE ULTRA SLOW REACTION.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;been better these past few days. thanks for the well wishes for those who tagged in the board. still got block ears and trying super hard to listen in class and bit of coughing here. OHOH, plus super painful cramps today :[ Never well these past few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my reaction has been rather slow today, cause i realised i took my medication(drug) this morning. Lessons today had been rather funny. Bio lessons were left stoning at mr low, trying very hard not to fall aslp while at the same time, forcing myself to express myself as "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yah, im listening Mr low. I'm listening very hard. I'm yahh absorbing a lot&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHICH IS LIKE A TOTAL LIE?!?&lt;/span&gt;)" i think in the end, i found myself seriously stoning into his eyes and he was like staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better than pui wah la. she was sleeping! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then PE. i was laughing at Nat cause she was being called out as one of the top 5 faster runners in class. As she was in the same predicament as I'm in right now, i was laughing at her non-stop, wondering how she was going to run fast. Suddenly, stupid steph come and tapped my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph "dao..dao. ya..." while she tapped my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me "huh? yah, what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph "ya..you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took like 5 seconds to realise after her last sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i yelled "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUH?!?!?!??!?! ARE YOU LIKE SERIOUSLY SERIOUS? I'M TOP 5 RUNNERS?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she showed me the records. 26 secs from the previous run. WL, i nearly fainted on the spot. i dont even see myself so lucky at all times. stupid Mel was laughing at me (cause she saw me laughing at nat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, DONT LAUGH AT PEOPLE NEXT TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics was the best out of the best. was complaning like no one's business cause my stomach was like so painful and have to climb like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW MANY FIGHTS OF STAIRS TO REACH THE PHYSICS LAB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anyways yah, i realised i have a serious problem in finding my seats in the lab.  then weiwey had to shout my name so loud from the other end of the room. malu malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a more classic example. mr chua asked us to open windows. then i thought he was only referring to the other side windows. i stare at him, thought dont need to open my side window (AND guess what. my side has one ONE window, which was like the nearest to me?!?!?!?!) EW, then yah, THOUGHT dont need, but still need cause he was like YAH, NEED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so i went. tried to slide open the stupid glass window. aye, but cannot leh. Something's seem not right, so i stood there 5 sec, trying to figure out. I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THINK MEL WAS LIKE PEEPING AT ME NOT LISTENING TO CLASS.&lt;/span&gt; anways, astrid suddenly came and unleash the lock and slide open the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly wanted to die. MEL WAS LAUGHING THE LOUDEST. stupid mel. everyday laughing at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;practical was hypnotizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. the ammeter is super hypnotizing. trying to get the reading, but the needle kept going back and forth and i was like "eh. i think i see stars aldy" it was seriously hypnotizing. In the end, all my data was wrong, cause i wrote 2.5 into 3.5 etc. weiwey helped me to find out the mistake. haha, STUPID AMMETER AND VOLTMETER. the needle just cant stand still, make it so hypnotizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese was more hypnotizing. wangli wanted us to mark the paper and she put the ans on the screen. was marking and marking, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I SAW STARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! was trying so hard to focus that i saw stars on the SCREEN! oh, btw, wangli off all the lights and yah, was so nice to mabe catch a bit of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut short, i took a nap as the PLC were listening to songs on HP. i screwed up as the righthand marker, totally forgetting ive to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, tmr i have to take my english test. i was laughing at mel that i dont have to take eng test cause i have MC. in the end, suhana wants us to take. i nearly DIED-ED. mel was laughing at me :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired le. post super long rawrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for always being by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116964688433725249?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116964688433725249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116964688433725249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116964688433725249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116964688433725249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116964688433725249' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116945444162340807</id><published>2007-01-22T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:27:22.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i have won shandy, the great sleeping beauty, in one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never slept so long in my whole entire life (minusing my baby times...) i was totally amazed how much i could sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately slept after i visited the doc's yesterday. that was around 12 until 2.30, when my mum dragged me up for lunch. Took my medicine and went to sleep from 3 to 7.30pm. i thought i will definitely not be able to sleep at night. i was wrong. managed to sleep from 1130 to 8.30 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up, had my medicine and did a bit on biology and my chinese hw. thought it's time to rest after a few hours of studying, went to watch a bit of TV and i found myself dozing off. that was 1200 to 3.30pm. haha, yes, you guys just ended your CT. MWHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hope i have enough rest.I HOPE, though i seriously hope that it's not just my physical body that has enough rest, but my emotional part too. hopefully everything will be fine tmr once i returned to sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yes, it's gonna be alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116945444162340807?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116945444162340807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116945444162340807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116945444162340807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116945444162340807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116945444162340807' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116934949070178612</id><published>2007-01-21T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T11:18:10.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SICK :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;i wish everything will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;how much i wish i never encounter these&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this is to train me&lt;br /&gt;to become a better person&lt;br /&gt;what doesnt kill me makes me stronger&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'll become someone strong&lt;br /&gt;maybe im sick&lt;br /&gt;that's why im uttering all these things&lt;br /&gt;but i wish i cld put everything away&lt;br /&gt;and run to somewhere comforting&lt;br /&gt;cause im tired, really tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know ill have the strength&lt;br /&gt;to carry on&lt;br /&gt;but right now&lt;br /&gt;i just want to rest...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116934949070178612?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116934949070178612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116934949070178612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116934949070178612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116934949070178612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116934949070178612' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116912237078964227</id><published>2007-01-18T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:18:35.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FEEL SO SCREWED UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my hormones are mixing up again. it's just that week in every month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant deny that i feel sian these few days. i don't even know what im doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt lack of sleep. and OH PLEASE! PLEASE WAKE UP DURING DURING ANTHONY'S LESSONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im beginning to sleep during his lessons nowadays (THOUGH IM DIDNT SLEEP DURING SS TODAY. be proud of me). and surprisingly, im starting to love for of our 4 periods MATHS lessons. Biology seems to get disheartening sometimes, and i'm seriously thinking whether i should drop it not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhat, i realized, Dropping subjects are like FLU. One drops, many others will drop. Perhaps that's 4E6. Take physics for example, so many of them dropped and the population in our class dropped too, during physics lesson. and it has become so SMALL. (want to laze in class or maybe close your eyes also cannot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH, DAAOOOO!!!! WAKE UP MANS! THIS IS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. YOU HAVE TO WAKEEE UPPPPP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have like hundreds more days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i always wonder, how on earth can my stomach contain 2-days-worth of gases. i have been burping like no one's business. and... yes. feel like vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think a throat infection is coming along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i didnt know BS will make one hungry. well, it indeed has made me HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;thirst, FOOD..blarblarblar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116912237078964227?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116912237078964227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116912237078964227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116912237078964227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116912237078964227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116912237078964227' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116904229387665234</id><published>2007-01-17T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:58:13.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have realised something. i realised i have lost something, something which makes me look forward to. Apparently, there were loads of things i cld look forward to, eg CCA fair, today. but i was dreading it. i didnt want it to come. why? have i really lost the zest which i had in my a few weeks ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i wasnt feeling well today, but come to think of it, how much have i wanted the school to end, wanted the day to end quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a really-no-mood-day. i daoed at everyone in class, plus some really unhappy things and really stupid bloated stomach. and it gets quite freaky, because when u are feeling uncomfortable, you tend to find faults in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall shut myself up and isolate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116904229387665234?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116904229387665234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116904229387665234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116904229387665234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116904229387665234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116904229387665234' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116895940799360662</id><published>2007-01-16T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T23:30:13.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's just so interesting to do your 1 hr 15mins test in the staffrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, we waited for wangli (ur fren ar..haha,thanks to mr anthony, the "ur fren" term came to our dictionary not long ago) for half an hr. well, guess what? the chinese dept was having a mtg until 330.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had to sit for our paper until 5. nat and i were told to be in the small room next to staffroom to do our work. Initially, door was wideopen. and it was super noisy, so we close the door despite NO AIRCON was on. so you can imagine how stuffy it was. anyways, things were BIT (tweeny weeny bit) better. still can hear mr anthony talking and girls from time to time, approaching the intercom and asking for teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still quite noisy. cldnt concentrate in the beginning. if you know me well (i think my piano teacher will know it better), i cannot focus well if there is slight disruption going on. For example, my bro will return home while i was having piano and i can get super distracted that i will play all the wrong keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same for today's paper. it was TOUGH and i cldnt concentrate, cuz people were askig for teahchers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classic case no.1: student and teacher twoway-communicating (1 sentence each) across the little room of ours, RIGHT after the student intercom the teacher, she shouted "xxxx! I NEED TO SEE YOU!" into the staffroom -faints. Perhaps she cld have jolly well waited for the teacher to come out of the staffroom first?isnt patience one of the core values in stmargs? Plus there were people outside taking the test (ok, well, ya, they are further away), BUT SHE CLD HAVE JUST WAITED INSTEAD OF SHOUTING FOR THE TEACHER RIGHT? will it kill if she just waited a while longer? if it's that urgent, ask a teacher to get the teacher, or intercom again la. must shout meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed me and nat off that we decided to tell the girl to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classic case no.2: the chinese teacher came in, open the door. We told her rather noisy and we cldnt concentrate, so we had to close the door. then, in this nice manner, she told us it's no longer noisy and then rm was super warm. But we were alright with it after like 1 hr?!?!? so she opened the door. almost immediately, she turned and talked to another chinese teacher- OUTSIDE OUR ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat and i decided it'll, no matter what, be noisy, so we closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she came in, kindly told us that we need aircon, but we told us we dont need since it's like 20 more mins to go. told her dont need, and she told another chinese that it was not necessary. Nat went off soon after, and ta-da, the chinese teacher brought in the controller, wanting to on the aircon (15 more mins only), and to find only me alone. and guess what, the controller DIDNT WORK!!!so in the end, NO AIRCON...but i dont find it necessary anyways, after suffering for 1 hr++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i think they are pretty amusing. they did amuse me btw, in just 1 hr 15mins. How teachers can communicate with students, how teachers can be quite interesting, only on-ing the aircon just 15 mins before eveything ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, im more pissed off by their actions than amused. i realised much time cld have been saved if not of these unwanted attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, think ill do badly for the paper.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never want to go for anymore of such trips on Mon where there's CT ever again, especially if it's a TOUGH chinese paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116895940799360662?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116895940799360662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116895940799360662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116895940799360662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116895940799360662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116895940799360662' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116887266778304269</id><published>2007-01-15T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:51:07.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's quite slack actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed about a lesson for chem, half a lesson for english and 2 lessons of emths and CT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a total slacker! pon class like no one's business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D now you know. i dont just pon camps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lesson for camps cause returned to class late after duties. weiwey la! HAHA. half a lesson of eng cuz nat wasnt feeling well and took her to General office, but practially did nth than to wait for mrs moh to call her mum while we chatted with mr chua. 2 lessons of emths and CT gone cause we attended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HWA CHONG HUMANITIES SEMINAR SERIES 2007&lt;br /&gt;THE HWA CHONG HUMANITIES SEMINAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guest speaker: AP Teow See Heng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about wartime history in Japan-China relations- Nanking 1937&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to keep myself awake throughout the whole seminar, but to find my eyelids slowing becoming heavier and heavier. towards the IV AND V parts, like SS, i only hear, i didnt listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the dialogue session was WOW. i was immediately awaken. Most questions were asked by HCJC people and one brave ACS(I) soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tell you, cheemology, but it got my interest actually. they actually can relate holocast to the nanking massacre, and forgiveness in these two countries and whether it'll continue to carry the baggage and hinder the developemtns of these countries, since China is becoming the superpower. and predictions in the future for the younger generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was totally amazed. i love seminars with JC people ard, you tend to learn more things. Like the Physics one, just that the physics one was total alien to me and goodness-know-what-they-were-talking-about. this seminar (though mr anthony feels more of lecture?! aha) is much more informative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a good exposure afterall. they shld have more of such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, physics was rather ok. MAKE ME MISS MS LAI! haha, caused mr chua make us played a game, similar to the one ms lai always played with us and mel and I would scream like no one's business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mans, i miss ms lai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116887266778304269?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116887266778304269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116887266778304269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116887266778304269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116887266778304269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116887266778304269' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116878796148496069</id><published>2007-01-14T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:19:21.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM FREEZING FOR THE ONE WHOLE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIRCON IN EXPO HALL 8 IS FREEZZZING COLD AND I MEAN IT. i was shivering uncontrollable in my seat for THREE WHOLE HOURS. omgzzxx, that's like crazy. my jacket aint thick enough. i was really SHIVERING. my hand was shaking when i lift it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to jump, realised i cldnt cuz i ws simply too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what happened to my kidney and lungs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the worship with delirious? was good. haha, great worship leaders man! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to realised it was raining heavily. craps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed down to my tuition centre and yah, I WAS LATE by i think 20 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was yet, FREEZING COLD IN THE ROOM AND I WAS SLEEPING CAUSE I THINK TOO COLD AND I THINK I ALMOST FAINTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously think they shld upgrade the whole centre. it's not like they have no money or what. at least renovate the toilet lah. i cldnt stand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was better cuz i shifted to the other corner of the room. and time flies, cause i spent my time sms-ing to people. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anways, IM FREEEEEZZZING THE WHOLE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think im catching a cold soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im tired caused i woke up rather early for me, considering its a SUN today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad experience. i dont want to go out on sun anymore. RUSH LIKE NO ONE'S BUSINESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116878796148496069?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116878796148496069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116878796148496069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116878796148496069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116878796148496069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116878796148496069' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116869477453306251</id><published>2007-01-13T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:26:14.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO. I GOT MY MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much this year, same old ceremony. Just that they engaged two new young emcee and one of them, who is a a male, and apparently, a zhao HOT guy with a hot voice. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me man. no more aunties reading out names and make u fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the officials seems to have put on WEIGHT. quite yups. HAHA, i got a shock actually. cuz she still looks the same after like 2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hot guy pronounced my name quite correctly, despite he sounded quite ABC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home and helped my bro and his gf to whipped a meal for my parents. SHANDY, TAKE NOTE: I HELP TO PREPARE A DINNER CAN. I CUT THE SAUSAGE! be proud of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was super nice. prepared spaghette, prawns, whipped potato, salmon. pudding for dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to do hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still resenting the sec 3s are back. SIGHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone teleport them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill love u to bits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116869477453306251?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116869477453306251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116869477453306251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116869477453306251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116869477453306251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116869477453306251' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116861424316380253</id><published>2007-01-12T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:04:03.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW I WISH THE SEC THREE-S AND [THE REST] WILL STAY IN THEIR CAMPS FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW I WISH THEY WILL NEVER RETURN TO STMARGS AND THEY CAN CONTINUE TO ENJOY THEIR CAMPS somewhere near camp Christine. mwhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;LESSONS resume to normal. No more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; biology lesson for me to laze around and gossip with shandy as we complete our Amaths homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more scoldings from Mr. Ng for being 10 mins late just because we went back to take our books. that means i cant laugh/giggle at his "cartoon" face anymore, like what weiwey said. actually, come to think of it, it's my first time laughing at a teacher who was scolding me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more Mrs Tan's 9.33FM ghost stories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CANTEEN WILL BE PACKED WITH WEIRD STUDENTS FROM THE SEC 3 LEVEL. THEY HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH WE WERE ENJOYING THE PEACE WHEN THEY WERE NOT AROUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;school will be so noisy again. School was uber quiet when they were not around, especially in the morning. For once in my lifetime had i ever experienced such "unique" scene&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;NO point wishing. they are back and making so much noise in the canteen during Chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHHHH, do they have holidays on Monday? i wish they do. i think the school should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then we'll have an extra more day of peace during recess... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my lalalalalalalalala land (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116861424316380253?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116861424316380253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116861424316380253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116861424316380253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116861424316380253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116861424316380253' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116843842830929017</id><published>2007-01-10T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:13:48.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DONT BUY A BIG PRESENT NEXT TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, now we have a difficulty! HAHAH. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's going to be INTERESTING! cause i think someone is so going to be jealous ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MWHAHAHAHAAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anways, all the best to that person. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, thought there's less hw today, so i can blog a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been rather boring and all, with few exceptions like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHYSICS CLASS WITH MR NG&lt;/span&gt; which was super hilarious! HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oh, my eye itchy. that's why it looks red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Ng:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; then scratch la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stupid weiwey kept laughing and laughing behind cause she said he looked quite cartoon. OR HORR!! haahha. then someone beside me whom ive forgotten who, said he looked like Jack Neo?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another exception is history class. History class never fails to brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: oh, my chinese teacher? wangli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mr anthony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: WANGLI. your good friend ar? i go tell her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: oh, oh, mdm wangli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super funny. then shandy and i were looking at each other. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chua and Low and Suhana&lt;/span&gt;??!! good friends ar? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then shandy and I went Ikea and we did a lot of stupid things like calculating the Pythagoras's theorem, we took out a calculator during several occasions and we counted.  FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE HAVE I EVER TAKEN OUT A CALCULATOR IN IKEA to do calculations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms lum will be so proud of us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116843842830929017?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116843842830929017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116843842830929017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116843842830929017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116843842830929017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116843842830929017' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116825888367998382</id><published>2007-01-08T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T20:21:23.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need strength and energy and the power of will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could feel i am going to die anytime&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;but HEY! IT'S GONNA BE OK! HANG ON DAO! IT'S ONLY YOUR FIRST DAY OF LESSONS! YOU GOTTA BE BETTER THAN THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont die off yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 4 more mths to go and ure going to step down. hang on! it may be tough (cuz it's the start of the year and everthings so MESSY?!?!) but yes, hang on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning assembly is my morning exercise. i hate monday mornings. they dont make much sense to me, cuz they make me exercise like nobody's business, especially after two days of glutton-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest of the days were left hanging upside down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cld feel the beat back. my table and floor is forever so messy and i &lt;3 that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear teachers, do enjoy yourself during the sec3 camps. we sec4s will be having so many LECTURES (hoho, i feel like im in uni, and if only they can have lectures online, like my bro's)  and WE'LL BE HAPPY!       tsk, expecially bio lessons and not much of physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye, i feel so dead now.HANG ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116825888367998382?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116825888367998382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116825888367998382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116825888367998382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116825888367998382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116825888367998382' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116801045125618272</id><published>2007-01-05T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:20:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ORIENTATION 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im almost DYING. ok, haha, i know i have been rather spot on for this year's teachers. i just cant deny it. (egoego) HAHAH, maybe i have the gift of prophesy :D OMGZZXX, this is just so kweelx! haha, people like shandy and Mel and debs etc, DONT BE JEALOUS YA? I STILL &lt;3 U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i onwder if it's becuz of orientation or wht, i realised i am not prepared to go school.THIS IS LIKE THE 3RD DAY OF SCH AND IM STARTING TO  DREAD IT? sch is fun, that i dont deny, but i think im not prepared for hws and tests. YOU CANT BE LIKE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orinetation was tiring! yesterday was a blast for me. Never felt like that before. i like being F&amp;B incharged. haha, and my ta-baoing teamates: steph and elsa! haha. and you get to see what food we were going to eat. Apparently, the food are rather nice and delicious! (: surprsie! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i was in charged of Lunch for half and hour, following my station games 4 hours and my batthing and dinner for 2 hrs straight. i thought i cld have rested like after station games, but realised have to scrape off the btwn btwn station games and dinner. so i ended up running one after another, making sure everything is in place. HOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was sick at night! running nose! haha. and we bathed at 1.00am COLD WATER, and slept by 2am in the air-conditioned hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day was MUCH better as i was only in charged for F&amp;B as usual. then went to the back of the hall to catch some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i pitited my sec3s prefects. I FEEL SO LUCCKKKKYYYY IM NOT A SEC3 STUDENT NOW! haha. apparently, they have to go for another camp nesxt week. and for a ANTI-CAMPER like me, ill sure complain and groaning and complain like nobody's business! haha, heard that their enviornment is LOUSY! haha, rmber our AIRCONDITIONED TOILETS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then also, if im sec 3 this year, i think ill still enter 3E6. but i realised their grp of teachers aint as good as our batch's. i think ours was the BEST Of the BEST combi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec3 goes for CAMP. we sec4 got FREE PERIODS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 free BIO AND PHYSICS periods.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116801045125618272?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116801045125618272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116801045125618272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116801045125618272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116801045125618272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116801045125618272' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116782840356218701</id><published>2007-01-03T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T20:46:54.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT?! i managed to guess the correct teachers! OMGXXZZ, i feel so GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guessed suhana as my form teacher! haha, and she was. and she gave us food today! i was never so spot on in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest were alright, with mdm yeo was EM AND AM teacher. (btw, we have like continuous of em and am lessons with her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Low as our bio teacher! YAY! STILL MR LOW! and congrats! got promoted to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sec 3 year head!&lt;/span&gt; hHAHAHA. he was so funny during our science day's mtg. "DNA inquiry base la..must..." although we agreed don't want to. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem's Mrs VP. no comments.MS SITI IS GONE FOR STUDY LEAVE! AND I AM SSO SAD, BECAUSE OF ALL THE YEARS, SH'S GOING THIS YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese- wangli. SIGH, i wanted LOWKK! but im alright with wangli actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history and SS mr antony! haha, bravo! he's a great teacher la. Quite lucky to have him for SS actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST ONE! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHYSICS&lt;/span&gt;! you know, the longer you dont know your subject teacher, it's harder to guess. Initially, i was quite confident that mr chua is teaching us, then guess what? MR NG IS OUR FORM TUTOR. form tutor must teach us one mahh... then should be Mr Ng. Plus, Mr Ng taking 4E5 (i heard la, i dont know) and Mr chua taking 4E2 (i saw him as i was walking/strolling/sightseeing/k-pohing back to class from toilet) KAOZZXX, left with our class only, not knowing who on earth is taking us [we're the abandoned one]. But i still have this feeling Mr chua might be stilling teaching us..this gut feeling. But from what we have observed, it doesnt seem to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the anticipation is killing us...SOFTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the few surprises today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr Low is Sec 3 year head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;someone puked. not really her fault. HAHA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr Chua taking sec 3E2??!?!?!?!!?!?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ms Lum got her hair done! haha, so pretty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shan baked muffin for me (that was my ONLY lunch at 6.00pm. LUNCH!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we get some BANDED Thing for chem. maybe for other sciences as well. I DONTTT WANNTTT!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4E6 class room quite spacious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i did not break down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation tmr. it's a CAMP! horrible camps. you know how much i hate camps. i think im aldy dead even before orientation itself. Weiwey and i stayed back till 6.00pm to finish packing..HUNDREDS of bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and IM DOING PODIUM TMR. big mouth big mouth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116782840356218701?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116782840356218701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116782840356218701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116782840356218701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116782840356218701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116782840356218701' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116774718503058157</id><published>2007-01-02T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:13:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually i am quite scared/ Excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhat these two words do not match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am scared because tmr is the FIRST day of school. im behaving like a sec 1 kid. haha, maybe a P1 kid. Perhaps i can try to cry to my mum tmr and beg her not to let me go school. or another excuse: FAKE SICK! that always work! hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited cuz able to meet my friends again! but in school uniforms lah. (that's like uber sianxxzz, but nvm) excited who will be our form teacher next year. excited who are the teachers teaching us (see whether spot on or not. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad because after this week, i have to hand in my homeworks. After this week, i have to mug for tests. After this week, there are so MANY plannings to be done. sad because i cannot watch my TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i have no finished my hw yet. I DONT INTEND TO DO IT TODAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116774718503058157?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116774718503058157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116774718503058157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116774718503058157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116774718503058157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116774718503058157' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116772973701862950</id><published>2007-01-02T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:22:17.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHHAA, MR LOW MUST BE SO PROUD OF US BECAUSE WE FINISHED SO MANY THINGS FOR SCIENCE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCIENCE DAY BETTER BE A BLAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pretty much tired now. i cant think properly! i think i am seeing stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to see each other tmr! and waiting for the announcements of form teachers! HAHA, i got some yu gan that Mr low wont be our form teacher. haha, while shandy got some yu gan that mr chua will be our form teacher! hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid woman sleep and sleep and eat and eat at my house. PIG leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116772973701862950?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116772973701862950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116772973701862950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116772973701862950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116772973701862950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116772973701862950' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116758039137823578</id><published>2006-12-31T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:53:11.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going to welcome the new year- 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 has been quite a rollarcoaster for me. Practically it's a year which i tried all kinds of weird leadership position. Never had i dream of being one of the EXCO member. Nor did i even imagine myself being a discipline head, a role which requires a lot of responsibilty etc. which i never thought i would have possessed. maybe i do, but little to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to tackle all the workload in sec 3 and the leadership position in prefectorial board and my CCA hasnt been easy at all. When i was young, i thought it was a easy feet. However, and obviously, it is not. workload in Sec 3 is like wow. everyday tests and more tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and emotionally and physically worn out as the time passes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having to sleep at 2.00am fr like one mth was like really stupid, but i had no idea why i did that. Then falling asleep during classes, not listening attentively during class. and i need people to force me to sleep at 11.38pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results start to slip. Lose confidence in myself, getting depressed is like a everyday thing and yah, quite weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thankfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a whole bunch of good friends who stood by me throughout this whole year. really fortunate to have them around me! thank you all, especially 3E6 2006! yes, you guys are the ones who really supported me. Too many to say thanks to...shandy, nat, mel, puiwah, weiwey, bren, debs, pamzee, bel etcetc. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and yes, i have found Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i believe 2007 will be a great year for me. cause it'll be different. Much different! like pastor said "strength is the ability of bouncing back after you failed." i have indeed learnt this. although it took me a whole year to know the real meaning behind it, but it's better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... BYEBYE 2006! it has been a great year for me indeed. i have learnt a lot of new things in this year. there's gain and lose. i have gained lessons, i have gained to know God, i have gained to know my friends around me, i have gained so much things. the only thing i have lost is my self-confidence at that point of time. but hey, come to think of it, it's back. i haven't lost much actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome the new year mans! it's going to be great. Put everything behind you. it's time to move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116758039137823578?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116758039137823578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116758039137823578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116758039137823578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116758039137823578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116758039137823578' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116750037874702626</id><published>2006-12-31T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T01:39:38.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! IM TRYIN TO COMPLETE MY PERMUTATIONS AND COMBINATION which is driving me mad like no one's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been doing that for half a day. horrendous! stupid P&amp;C. pongpong&amp;coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, but must thank JunMing lahh. HAHA, he taught me how to use P&amp;C by common sense. although he said it's total no common sense. am i making any sense? p&amp;c doesnt make much sense to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sad because for next month, ill be only attending svc ONCE. haha, i did my planning. next week mum wants to bring me to the physician..the week after (money) award presentation. 27th mum's birthday..ON A SAT AS WELL! whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i must at least go for sun's svc ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, come to think of it. TMR'S MY 4 1/2 hrs of tuition. bleah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ywans, must go and finish pongpong&amp;coconut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmber to call e ambulance if i faint on the first day. if you havent know, my lovely classmates, the FIERCE physician said i got weak heart. :D got contact time! tsktsk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116750037874702626?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116750037874702626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116750037874702626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116750037874702626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116750037874702626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116750037874702626' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116749614494032504</id><published>2006-12-31T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T22:41:20.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PICTURE BLOGGING NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img226.imageshack.us/img226/4245/dscn1107rk4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the present given to Joanna! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/829/dscn1108nc0.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shandy and I before going for thanksgiving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img303.imageshack.us/img303/3841/dscn1109nn9.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some presents received...far left: cross necklace from pohlin! lilio&amp;stitch from puiwah! face mask and choco from shandy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img393.imageshack.us/img393/8484/dscn1121ed1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peihua and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROUDLY PRESENT.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/5236/dscn1117hi4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELISHA KOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what he is doing in the train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/2702/dscn1118wi6.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still guessing?... did you see something between his fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img482.imageshack.us/img482/8500/dscn1119rb9.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are already there... But let him pose one MORE time. after all he's our model! modeling our CIGARETTE earrings! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img474.imageshack.us/img474/5595/dscn1120ot7.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright... this is a better one! haha, he looks like he's really smoking in the train. haha, oh on, i seriously cant take this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. Merry xmas everyone. P&amp;amp;C has totally driven me mad. nope, it's not happy new year. IT'S MERRY XMAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116749614494032504?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116749614494032504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116749614494032504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116749614494032504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116749614494032504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116749614494032504' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116740862330697522</id><published>2006-12-29T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:10:23.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! just back from thanksgiving! (: invited pui wah and shandy along too, and it was so funny, especially with shandy ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so watch out for shandy's post. i think it's going to be exciting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, was funn la, the worshipping and sharing, especially PEIHUA's. hahaha, on elisha's! haha. and yeps, also act out on the people we're giving gifts to. super funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a CROSS-NECKLACE from pohlin! haha, THANK YOU POH LIN! (: i &lt;3&lt;3that necklace! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a mask, a greentea choco from SHANDY! &lt;3&lt;3 thanks shandy! and a cute cute toy from pui wah. tried to ask pui wah what's that called, cuz i have deprived childhood. it's called lilo&amp;stitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, apparently my present to joanna was the biggest. haha, cuz cushion mah(PICS UP TMR). then HP was like "UH, the big one. the big one." super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i also gave PEIHUA barbie erm..haha, and a pooh file. HAHAH, not bad kayys. haha, it's pretty. at least peihua got BARBIE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i just received a stack of letters on the table. and among the piles of letters, i saw this thing: EDUSAVE MERIT BURSARY 2006 AWARDS PRESENTATION CEREMONY; 13 JANUARY 2007 at 4.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt that date just looked so FAMILARRR? haahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i popped my eyes so big kays. why so qiao. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116740862330697522?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116740862330697522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116740862330697522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116740862330697522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116740862330697522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116740862330697522' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116731726487022585</id><published>2006-12-28T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:47:44.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY LEG IS DYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with Elisha and Peihua. REAL SHOPPING. cause we really have one whole list of things to buy for maybe tmr? HAHA, yes for tmr's thanksgiving. HAHA,pretty excited for it. haha, quite lahh, for the fact it's at simei tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that went back school for orientation. actually nth much, butwas enjoying the show put up by MAOMEI (if u ever watched it's showtime, you will know what i meant) and the mystery plot people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to meet peihua and mad and a new friend (yu ying? HAHHA, yes, i think) at taka. i was practically STAVING. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bought my first present! a cushion for tmr's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to bugis to meet elisha. bought ice-blended and although i SHLDNT BE DRINKING, but i beg peihua so much that she allowed me to drink. (THE PHYSICIAN GOING TO SCOLD ME LOR, ICE-BLENDED SOMEMORE) guess what, im having stomachahce now. i wonder.....haha (to be continued later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole shopping trip was quite cool. HAHA, minusing the part which we have to search XXXX, overturning the whole bugis street. HAAHA. but cool, we found it in the end (: we didnt get our common clothes, which we thought it would be quite cool if we can wear it tmr. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things the 3 of us bought:&lt;br /&gt;1. XXXX to be revealed...&lt;br /&gt;2.cushion&lt;br /&gt;3.Elisha 2 guitar/bass magazines&lt;br /&gt;4.XXXXXX to be revealed...&lt;br /&gt;5.wrapping papers&lt;br /&gt;6.octopus ball (cuz we were too hungry...after shoppng too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things we wanted to buy but never buy&lt;br /&gt;1. stupid sticker nametags ( BRASS BASHAR'S POPULAR ENDS AT 7PM! WHAO LAO! haha,was closed by then when we were there)&lt;br /&gt;2.bracelet&lt;br /&gt;3.year planner&lt;br /&gt;4.peihua's M&amp;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, actually come to think of it, elisha is a very good male person to go shopping with. haha. i hope he's not reading this..hahaha. but like he said, his mum has taught him well. HAHA, GOOD JOB AUNTIE.haha.though he nearly died-ed on us caused we did stupid stuffs.but i think we very mean, cuz we wld drag him out of kino or the guitar shop, threatening him like later no kino ar.. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i need to do a lot of things before i go slp. frist, MY STAR. second, wrapp the cushion (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116731726487022585?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116731726487022585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116731726487022585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116731726487022585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116731726487022585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116731726487022585' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116721654403439526</id><published>2006-12-27T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T18:49:04.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. i am SUPER DUPER drained out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had induction and dry run II today and haha, omg! WE MANAGED TO DO EVERYTHING TOODAYYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, thearette is on the FOURTH floor. FOURTH FLOOR! i have no idea how many times i have climbed the stupid stairs today. WHY IS THE THEARETTE ON THE FOURTH FLOOR, i asked. but crapped, no one bothered to answer me.i guess i pretty know why. i was grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had station games and school tours. WHY ARE PHYSICS LABS ON THE FOURTH FLOOR. apparently, i have been asking my classmates for like ONE WHOLE year. no one replied. i pretty know why too. i have been grumbling for ONE YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was laughing at how they tried to explain physics lab. i realized i have been to the physics lab for less than 10 times this year. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know there will be loads of chances next year. ha, I KNOW. I KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i pulled Jessica, Tabitha, Gloria and Ashley out meet for station games. i was laughing at them being so...funny?!?!, trying to snatch to ask questions and of course, answering the questions. or maybe even trying to explain. quite funny la, i couldn't stop laughing. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for me to go take a nap and OH MAN. MY SLEEPING TIME WILL CHANGE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116721654403439526?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116721654403439526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116721654403439526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116721654403439526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116721654403439526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116721654403439526' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116705165465832437</id><published>2006-12-25T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:00:54.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MEERRRYYY XMAS! HHA&lt;br /&gt;and a happy new year ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone by the nme of KELVIN HENG sms-ed me, wishing me merry xmas. i cant/dont remember who on earth he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed it's a HE la. Kelvin where got girl one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really have no idea who that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and interestingly, i SAVED HIS NUMBER UNDER "UNKNOWN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt have saved someone's handphone's number under unknown if he's really UNKNOWN TO ME?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird. who on earth is kelvin heng?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my stupid bro kept harping on it la. WHO ON EARTH IS KELVIN?! WHY U SAVE HIS NUMBER? WHO IS KEELLVIIINN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-like i know?- FAINTS. i must make sure i shall not exclaim in front of him in the future. haha, dont need to sleep tonight le. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116705165465832437?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116705165465832437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116705165465832437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116705165465832437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116705165465832437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116705165465832437' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116696203398977136</id><published>2006-12-24T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:03:53.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MR GABRIEL! THIS IS NOT THE WAY TO TORTURE YOUR PATHETIC STUDENTS HERE! IT'S TOTALLY TORTUOUS TO HAVE 2 1/2 HOURS OF PHYSICS LESSON AT ONE GO, CONSIDERING THAT WE HAVE AMATHS FOR 2 HOURS BEFORE PHYSICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOU &lt;3 ME TOO MUCH THAT YOU CANT BEAR TO LEAVE ME ALONE. 1.30pm-6.00pm NEXT SUNDAY. WHAA, THIS IS CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first started out at caraven this year, i was wondering how i was going to survive through 2 hours of physics and 2 hours of amaths individually. But it works out for me anyways. it has been past one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i started to merge these two classes together, with amaths from 1.30pm-3.30pm, and later physics from 3.30pm-5.30pm. i, too, asked myself the same question, how am i going to survive the "ordeal"? it's totally crazy having a tuition 4 hours straight. it's mentally challenging. Dont forget, it's amths, then physics. Both needs a lot of brain juices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now guess what? next week gona be 4 1/2 hours because he ended lesson half an hour earlier, and told us on the spot that he's going to return us the half an hour next week. i nearly fainted on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess he's going to some dinner thingy today, since it's like christmas eve. hah, maybe some JC reunion thing. Suddenly asked me when st margs changed the principal and about Mrs Lee (who was once his GP teacher? smth like that...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually he's quite a nice person la. But im still lamenting about the half an hour thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran back home ytd for the first time in the life. it's like SOME CINDERELLA! was 12.00am when i reached home. apparently bro was kind of pissed off cuz i made my mum worried. Indeed, i was kind of guilty too. or rather, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was panting like siao. for once, i cld feel my asthma coming back. no, i think it fa-zuo-ed back again yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cold tonight. -shivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY XMAS BTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116696203398977136?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116696203398977136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116696203398977136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116696203398977136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116696203398977136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116696203398977136' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116669249853081070</id><published>2006-12-21T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:14:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you friend is just so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;guess what. i have not finished any of the homework yet. all are like 3/4 done! YAHHH! i feel so OH NO now that i totally regret why i slacked too much during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i manage to complete the 1/4 left of work, means I'll be able to complete something at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting my prefects stuff my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the fact that the weather have been so nice and cosy that you just wanted to stay at home and SLEEP :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad, for no reason, gave me XXX bucks just now. i don't know why. he has been giving me money. HAHAHAHAH. he gave me a total of XXX bucks (showing it's three-figured, but not letting you know how much) this holiday.. i &lt;3 my daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it makes me feel guilty. cause of various reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to wake up at 6.00am tmr. SIAN. not like as if it's a school day? just that the p6-es, ONCE AGAIN, are going to report to their sec school. this will be my last, and first, doing the registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116669249853081070?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116669249853081070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116669249853081070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116669249853081070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116669249853081070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116669249853081070' title=''/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885496.post-116654158466350445</id><published>2006-12-19T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:19:44.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70823318@N00/327208792/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/138/327208792_d0f195609a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/70823318@N00/327208792/"&gt;tain&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/70823318@N00/"&gt;lindaohui1991&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MWHAHA, blogger is not working right now, so using flickr. apparently my connection has been super slow due to the rain nowadays. i totally love the rain. i mean i could sleep till noon. HAHA, i totally love it. but totally detest it when i have to go out and connection is super slow and that makes it difficult for me to watch any videos online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tuition and was wet WET WET. was apparently kicking water as i was walking. heard from the news that many areas were flooded. that was super cool. i must be mad. haha, since i am like stuck in my small cosy home in Bukit Timah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i felt satisfied today. guess what, i finished my BIO TYS on EYES! haha, and marking the others which i had done long long time ago. dont worry, there's still a lot of chapters left. i wonder how i am going to complete it. Unless mr low isnt going to teach us next yr (hmm, nvm. i take back that word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas coming and hahaha, so exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there's a slit on top of my mouth and it's painful. Yes, im still taking the bitter medicine. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this kind of weather. But i hope this stops soon. school is starting and i dont want to pull a long face to go to school (which i normally does and people think im dao. good, doing my prefects duty in a dao face. HAH, no wonder.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i somehow looking forward to school. i miss my mugging days and my friends. i promise, i am going to mug really hard next year :D. but no, I DONT MISS TESTS AND HW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i still have piles of hw not done yet. HOHOHO. but i realised i have an extra week to complete my hw compared to other people due to ORIENTATION. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7885496-116654158466350445?l=-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/feeds/116654158466350445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7885496&amp;postID=116654158466350445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116654158466350445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885496/posts/default/116654158466350445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-bubblelurve-.blogspot.com/index.html#116654158466350445' title='rain'/><author><name>daohui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956299409281697876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
