<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372915</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:09:26.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled beauty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372915.post-116280784089245606</id><published>2006-11-06T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T00:50:53.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye</title><content type='html'>dear wanderingattention-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for...hm, letting me post about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm going.&lt;br /&gt;(no need to relink, everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shielded-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;CLICK TO VIEW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you wanderingattention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise i won't delete you and i shall add you as one of my links for the other blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//don't worry, you're still my favourite (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116280784089245606?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116280784089245606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116280784089245606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116280784089245606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116280784089245606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/11/byebye.html' title='byebye'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116254795166724198</id><published>2006-11-03T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T01:59:11.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rachael yamagata</title><content type='html'>another song under 'untitled notes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;worn me down&lt;/i&gt; by rachael yamagata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looks like a shaggy dog because of her long fringe. (i don't look like one, do i?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she looks evil when she looks up from the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;watch it if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not stopping you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she just looks like an evil shaggy dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116254795166724198?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116254795166724198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116254795166724198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116254795166724198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116254795166724198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/11/rachael-yamagata.html' title='rachael yamagata'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116254442455209732</id><published>2006-11-03T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T01:49:17.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>replies to tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1 Nov 06, 09:21&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ying ying: ellO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;lalalow: hello inky (: i have linked both your joint blogs with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1 Nov 06, 09:28&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benlee: hahas.. hey! (: ah hor... nv do IPW ar x) haha jk.. hielo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;lalalow: (: IPW very boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1 Nov 06, 12:39&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;willy: herllo...came to tag cos bo liao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;lalalow: hello willy! hahahaha (: PLEASE STUDY HARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1 Nov 06, 17:47&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jellyBEAN girl ((:: no time then no time lah.dont need to be so fierce right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;lalalow: i got nothing to say. anyway i wasn't being fierce...you misunderstand me sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1 Nov 06, 22:15&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benlee: hey!! nice chattin wif u this morning.. (: rawk on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;lalalow: hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1 Nov 06, 22:59&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samsam**: hey.. pls relink mii @ http://lurrvemaalife-samsam.blogspot.com tyty(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;lalalow: haha, sure will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2 Nov 06, 22:56&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selene!!!: today was a FUN DAY!!! =))) update lehh =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;lalalow: (: yes, updated already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116254442455209732?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116254442455209732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116254442455209732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116254442455209732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116254442455209732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/11/replies-to-tags.html' title='replies to tags'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116254361628849873</id><published>2006-11-03T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:47:34.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality, reality, reality...</title><content type='html'>MY SISTER JUST SAID I SMELLED STINKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay, &lt;u&gt;i have an excuse for that&lt;/u&gt;, ms low. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. how dare you?)&lt;br /&gt;i walked back from school to home (which is approximately slightly more than a KM) around 3 PM and the sun was BURNING in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stupid woman! /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fine, i went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she says i smell nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway selene went to my house to do the history project yesterday. and she told me she overslept while we walked in. hahaha, no big deal. people always oversleep.&lt;br /&gt;then we did a bit of the project and watched harry potter 4 while eating lunch. when it came to the maze part, selene was like, 'i'm going to do the history project. this part onwards is not interesting, trust me.' (she always says 'trust me') to which i replied, 'every part is interesting!' (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; the part when voldemort said 'avada kredava!' (one of the Unforgiveable Curses and the deadliest of them all) and harry potter said 'expelliarmus!' (that's to disarm the person of his/her wand) because the result was...hm, like, CLASH kind of thing. not really CLASH...i mean the spells sort of 'slammed' into each other. okay, all of you know how horrid i am at describing stuff, so WATCH THE MOVIE YOURSELF! i just like to dig out past movies and watch them (which is why i'm addicted to matrix now (: ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, after watching &lt;i&gt;the Goblet of Fire&lt;/i&gt;, i began finishing the project. hahaha. managed to in the end. i typed everything and selene went to find pictures. (: yay. then i walked out 3/5 with her and she went the other 2/5 herself. it was about 7 that time. i promised to message her and she agreed to call me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then ends our 2 november 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116254361628849873?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116254361628849873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116254361628849873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116254361628849873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116254361628849873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/11/reality-reality-reality.html' title='reality, reality, reality...'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116234284358631630</id><published>2006-10-31T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:02:41.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored!</title><content type='html'>everything is dull nowadays, no colour, no taste, no sight, no scent and no feeling...&lt;br /&gt;all we have is sifting through our piles of homework and thinking, 'i'm not going to care anymore. i mean, there's always tomorrow, after all...' i think we all need something to motivate us to do our homework and study and brush up on our weaker subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i met candy, jiayee and joycelyn for ipw at the white sands library. and instead of doing ipw research, we spent 4/5 of the time slacking and playing like crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;we ate sushi, had fries, ate ice cream, drank bubble tea, took pictures of the star and the F on the wall outside the 5th floor girls' washroom, ran up and down white sands, used candy's phone to take videos of 'ghost story episodes'... (:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i hope i'm fatter. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for overseas holiday soon! end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the holidays seem so short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and selene, i've done the history project research (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;`boredommmmmmmmm...! tag everyone, please tag!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116234284358631630?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116234284358631630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116234284358631630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116234284358631630'/><link rel='self' 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gone, something just as stressful pops up?&lt;br /&gt;take, for example, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the finals are over, our holidays are bombarded with so bloody much homework.&lt;br /&gt;and then that's all we have to do.&lt;br /&gt;homework, homework, homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't the teachers understand?&lt;br /&gt;we need time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;do they think finding the answer for the reason japan decided to develop an asian empire easy?&lt;br /&gt;no, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;plus we have to write an ESSAY as the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid!&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to vent my anger on this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;annoying.&lt;br /&gt;IRRITATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRUSTRATING.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like punching my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;punchpunchpunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that reminds me of fruit punch.&lt;br /&gt;yum.&lt;br /&gt;nice drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i talking about fruit punch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;`am i being shielded from something? and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116220882172113011?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116220882172113011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116220882172113011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116220882172113011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116220882172113011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/bored-to-death-and-irritated-like-hell.html' title='bored to death and irritated like hell'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116213044898348788</id><published>2006-10-29T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T06:05:55.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's such a boring day. i've been feeling dizzy the whole day from the time i woke up. my head will spin and then i will feel like i'm going to drop or something. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so addicted to star wars now! hahaha. 4 &amp; 5 &amp;amp; 6! yay. there's luke and leia skywalker (they're twins), han solo, chewbacca, lando calrissian, the emperor, darth vader...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and jabba the hutt. he's so fat, with wrinkly skin and he's always drooling! ugh. summary of events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4: A New Hope&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`luke and obi-wan meet han and chewbacca (chewie (: ) in order to fly to alderaan for obi-wan's mission.&lt;br /&gt;`they rescue princess leia.&lt;br /&gt;`han falls in love princess leia (:&lt;br /&gt;`obi-wan (luke's instructor) killed by darth vader.&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;i&gt;Death Star&lt;/i&gt; (a deadly weapon designed to blow up planets constructed by the dark side) destroys alderaan.&lt;br /&gt;`the rebellion destroy the &lt;i&gt;Death Star&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5: The Empire Strikes Back&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`the rebellion (good side) constructs a base somewhere desolated.&lt;br /&gt;`the dark side tracks them down and the rebellion leaves the place.&lt;br /&gt;`han, leia, chewie, luke, C-3PO and R2-D2 escape in the &lt;i&gt;millenium falcon&lt;/i&gt; (han's ship).&lt;br /&gt;`luke later goes to the &lt;i&gt;dagobah system&lt;/i&gt; to find yoda, who will complete his training.&lt;br /&gt;`hyperdrive (the thing to go into lightspeed) gets spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;`han goes to his old friend's (lando calrissian) place, a city in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;`they meet darth vader. han realises lando has betrayed him.&lt;br /&gt;`darth vader freezes han solo in carbonite and brings him to jabba the hutt.&lt;br /&gt;`luke sees future of leia and han being in pain and rushes to lando's place to save them.&lt;br /&gt;`he meets and fights with darth vader, who slashed off luke's lower arm and said that he is luke and leia's dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6: The Return of the Jedi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`luke sends 3PO and R2 to jabba's palace and they are made to serve as gifts to jabba. 3PO gets a job as jabba's intepreter and R2 serves drinks to those in the bar.&lt;br /&gt;`leia dresses as a bounty hunter and brought chewie over to jabba and tries to save han (but gets caught by jabba)&lt;br /&gt;`han and chewie get locked into the same place.&lt;br /&gt;`luke arrives and save himself and han from being eaten by the almighty Sarlacc.&lt;br /&gt;`luke goes back to the &lt;i&gt;dagobah system&lt;/i&gt; to complete his training.&lt;br /&gt;`yoda dies at 900 years old, but not before confirming that darth vader is his father, luke has a twin sister and that the Force runs strong in his family.&lt;br /&gt;`obi-wan (ghost) appears and luke talks to him. obi-wan says luke must kill darth vader but luke is reluctant to do so because he thinks and knows that there is still good in darth vader.&lt;br /&gt;`the dark side starts making another Death Star.&lt;br /&gt;`the rebellion starts planning to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;`leia meets an Ewok on the mission and her group makes friends with the rest of the tribe.&lt;br /&gt;`luke reveals to leia that he is her brother.&lt;br /&gt;`later, luke confronts darth vader and the emperor. the emperor tortures luke by showing him the situation the rebellion is in (those fighting) and electrifying him. darth vader saves his son by throwing the emperor down the long shaft. darth vader gets very tired because in that process, he got electrocuted as well.&lt;br /&gt;`the rebellion wins.&lt;br /&gt;`luke rescues his father from the clones by dragging him to a corner.&lt;br /&gt;`luke and anakin talk. anakin requests that luke remove his mask so he can look at luke properly.&lt;br /&gt;`after luke has done that, anakin (sadly) dies. luke burns his body.&lt;br /&gt;`at the celebration for being part of the Ewokese tribe, luke sees the ghosts of obi-wan, yoda and anakin smiling at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 is the longest show. my mum thinks it's a little draggy, but the show is nice, because luke was right about darth vader. he still had some good in him (: but sad that he died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116213044898348788?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116213044898348788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116213044898348788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116213044898348788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116213044898348788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116194215130127200</id><published>2006-10-27T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T02:42:31.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled words</title><content type='html'>okay.&lt;br /&gt;i have set up untitled words.&lt;br /&gt;it is directly below 'untitled notes', which is below the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;untitled words are my favourite books.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;`ohmygod the history project is bound to kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116194215130127200?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372915.post-116193576202950224</id><published>2006-10-27T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:56:02.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;i am going to have a very nice november and december holiday this year (:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, look at the amount of &lt;u&gt;homework&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1) 3 sets of english homework&lt;br /&gt;2) 2 sets of chinese homework&lt;br /&gt;3) 2 math papers&lt;br /&gt;4) 1 geography project&lt;br /&gt;5) 2 history projects&lt;br /&gt;6) IPW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is i have to start &lt;u&gt;practising &lt;i&gt;wonderful invention&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;high school musical&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for the sec 1 orientation next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third thing is i have to prepare for my &lt;u&gt;stupid retake of the grade 5 piano exam&lt;/u&gt; which is EARLY next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't the teachers at least let us rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is no holiday, i tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116193576202950224?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116193576202950224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116193576202950224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116193576202950224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116193576202950224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/holiday.html' title='holiday?'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116185710598352968</id><published>2006-10-26T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T03:05:06.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>hello everyone, i have done a little extra for today. go to 'untitled notes' (it's right under my tagboard) and TA-DA! i have found most of the music recordings for them. except for bandology, covington square, kaze-no-mai and wonderful invention. but i'll try my very best to find them for you to listen to (:&lt;br /&gt;i found 'incomplete' and 'i still' (both my backstreet boys) rather nice. plus i found both songs by accident. cool, isn't it? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;to listen to the music, just click onto the song's title.&lt;br /&gt;cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;i'll make my very own calendar when i have time another day alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are the lyrics for all the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;behind these hazel eyes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;You were a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I used to stand so tall&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so strong&lt;br /&gt;Your arms around me tight&lt;br /&gt;Everything felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable like nothing could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;No I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;Can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you everything&lt;br /&gt;Opened up and let you in&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;For once in my life&lt;br /&gt;Now all that's left of me&lt;br /&gt;Is what I pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;So together but so broken up inside&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;No I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;Can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swollow me then spit me out&lt;br /&gt;For hating you I blame myself&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you it kills me now&lt;br /&gt;No I don't cry on the outside&lt;br /&gt;ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;Can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;Can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;Broken up deep inside&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to see the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Behind these hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;breakaway&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grew up in a small town&lt;br /&gt;And when the rain would fall down&lt;br /&gt;I'd just stare out my window&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of what could be&lt;br /&gt;And if I'd end up happy&lt;br /&gt;I would pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to reach out&lt;br /&gt;But when I tried to speak out&lt;br /&gt;Felt like no one could hear me&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to belong here&lt;br /&gt;But something felt so wrong here&lt;br /&gt;So I'd pray&lt;br /&gt;I could break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish, take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Make a change, and break away.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I love.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a risk, take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Make a change, and break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel the warm breeze&lt;br /&gt;Sleep under a palm tree&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rush of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Get onboard a fast train&lt;br /&gt;Travel on a jetplane&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;And break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish, take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Make a change, and break away.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I love.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a risk, take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Make a change, and break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buildings with a hundred floors&lt;br /&gt;Swinging with revolving doors&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know where they'll take me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep movin on movin on&lt;br /&gt;Fly away&lt;br /&gt;Break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Take a risk, take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Make a change, and break away.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget the place I come from&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take a risk, take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Make a change, and break away&lt;br /&gt;Breakaway&lt;br /&gt;Break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;pieces of me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Monday, I am waiting&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I am fading&lt;br /&gt;And by Wednesday, I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Then the phone rings, I hear you&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness is a clear view&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you've come to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall... With you, I fall so fast&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly catch my breath, I hope it lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real&lt;br /&gt;I like the way that feels&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;It's as if you've known me better than I ever knew myself&lt;br /&gt;I love how you can tell&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moody, messy&lt;br /&gt;I get restless, and it's senseless&lt;br /&gt;How you never seem to care&lt;br /&gt;When I'm angry, you listen&lt;br /&gt;When youre happy, it's a mission&lt;br /&gt;And you wont stop 'til I'm there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall... Sometimes I fall so fast&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hit that bottom&lt;br /&gt;Crash, you're all I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real&lt;br /&gt;I like the way that feels&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;It's as if you known me better than I ever knew myself&lt;br /&gt;I love how you can tell&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know everything I'm about to say?&lt;br /&gt;Am I that obvious?&lt;br /&gt;And if it's written on my face...&lt;br /&gt;I hope it never goes away... yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Monday, I am waiting&lt;br /&gt;And by Tuesday, I am fading into your arms...&lt;br /&gt;So I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real&lt;br /&gt;I like the way that feels&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;It's as if you've know me better than I ever knew myself&lt;br /&gt;I love how you can tell&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;I love how you can tell&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;I love how you can tell&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;unwritten&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined&lt;br /&gt;I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your innovations&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines&lt;br /&gt;We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inner visions&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;To the years where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;To the years where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inner visions&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;To the years where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;To the years where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;incomplete&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty spaces fill me up with holes&lt;br /&gt;Distant faces with no place left to go&lt;br /&gt;Without you within me I can't find no rest&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm going is anybody's guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake but my world is half asleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;br /&gt;But without you all I'm going to be is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices tell me I should carry on&lt;br /&gt;But I am swimming in an ocean all alone&lt;br /&gt;Baby, my baby&lt;br /&gt;It's written on your face&lt;br /&gt;You still wonder if we made a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake but my world is half asleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;br /&gt;But without you all I'm going to be is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to drag it on, but I can't seem to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to make you face this world alone&lt;br /&gt;I want to let you go (alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake but my world is half asleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;br /&gt;But without you all I'm going to be is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i still&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you now &lt;br /&gt;Are you still the same &lt;br /&gt;Or did you change somehow&lt;br /&gt;What do you do &lt;br /&gt;At this very moment when I think of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm looking back &lt;br /&gt;How we were young and stupid &lt;br /&gt;Do you remember that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I fight it, can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;Just can't let you go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need you &lt;br /&gt;I still care about you &lt;br /&gt;Though everything's been said and done&lt;br /&gt;I still feel you like I'm right beside you &lt;br /&gt;But still no word from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at me&lt;br /&gt;Instead of moving on, I refuse to see&lt;br /&gt;That I keep coming back &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't meant to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to fight it, can't deny it&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need you &lt;br /&gt;I still care about you &lt;br /&gt;Though everything's been said and done&lt;br /&gt;I still feel you like I'm right beside you &lt;br /&gt;But still no word from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, No...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could find you&lt;br /&gt;Just like you found me, then I&lt;br /&gt;Would never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(need you, care about you)&lt;br /&gt;Though everything's been said and done, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I still feel you (I still feel you)&lt;br /&gt;like I'm right beside you (Like I'm right here beside you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still no word from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;where is the love?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with the world, mama? &lt;br /&gt;people livin like they ain't got no mamas &lt;br /&gt;I think the whole world's addicted to the drama &lt;br /&gt;only attracted to the things that'll bring the drama &lt;br /&gt;overseas ya we tryin to stop terrorism &lt;br /&gt;but we still got terrorists here livin &lt;br /&gt;in the U.S.A, the big C.I.A &lt;br /&gt;the bloods &amp; the crips, and the KKK &lt;br /&gt;but if you only got love for your own ways &lt;br /&gt;then you only leave space to discriminate &lt;br /&gt;and to discriminate only generates hate &lt;br /&gt;and when you hate, then you're bound to get irate &lt;br /&gt;madness is what you demonstrate &lt;br /&gt;and that's exactly how anger works and operates &lt;br /&gt;man ya gotta have love, this'll set us straight &lt;br /&gt;take control of your mind and meditate &lt;br /&gt;let your soul gravitate, to the love ya'll &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people killin &lt;br /&gt;people dyin &lt;br /&gt;children hurt and &lt;br /&gt;women cryin &lt;br /&gt;will you practice what you preach &lt;br /&gt;and would you turn the other cheek &lt;br /&gt;father father father, help us &lt;br /&gt;need some guidance from above &lt;br /&gt;these people got me got me questionin &lt;br /&gt;where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;(love) where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;(the love) where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;(the love) where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;(where is the love the love my love) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just ain't the same &lt;br /&gt;old ways have changed &lt;br /&gt;new days are strange, is world insane? &lt;br /&gt;if love and peace is so strong &lt;br /&gt;why are there pieces of love that don't belong &lt;br /&gt;nations droppin bombs &lt;br /&gt;chemical gasses fillin lungs of little ones &lt;br /&gt;with ongoin sufferin, as the youth die young &lt;br /&gt;so ask yourself, is the lovin really gone &lt;br /&gt;so I can ask myself, really what is going wrong &lt;br /&gt;with this world that we livin in, people keep on givin in &lt;br /&gt;makin wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends &lt;br /&gt;not respectin eachother, deny thy brother &lt;br /&gt;a war is goin on but the reason's under cover &lt;br /&gt;the truth is kept secret, and swept under the rug &lt;br /&gt;if you never know truth, then you never know love &lt;br /&gt;where's the love ya'll? (i don't know) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's the truth ya'll? (i don't know) &lt;br /&gt;and where's the love ya'll? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people killin &lt;br /&gt;people dyin &lt;br /&gt;children hurt and &lt;br /&gt;women cryin &lt;br /&gt;will you practice what you preach &lt;br /&gt;and would you turn the other cheek &lt;br /&gt;father father father, help us &lt;br /&gt;need some guidance from above &lt;br /&gt;these people got me got me questionin &lt;br /&gt;where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;(love) where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;(the love) where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;(the love) where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;(love) where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;(the love) where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;(the love) where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;(where is the love the love my love) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder &lt;br /&gt;as I'm getting older, ya'll people gets colder &lt;br /&gt;most of us only care about money makin &lt;br /&gt;selfishness got us followin the wrong direction &lt;br /&gt;wrong information always shown by the media &lt;br /&gt;negative images is the main criteria &lt;br /&gt;infecting the young minds faster than bacteria &lt;br /&gt;kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema &lt;br /&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to the values of humanity? &lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to the fairness and equality &lt;br /&gt;instead of spreading love we spreadin animosity &lt;br /&gt;lack of understandin leading us away from unity &lt;br /&gt;that's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin under &lt;br /&gt;that's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin down &lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin under &lt;br /&gt;gotta keep my faith alive till love is found &lt;br /&gt;now ask yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;father father father, help us &lt;br /&gt;need some guidance from above &lt;br /&gt;these people got me got me questionin &lt;br /&gt;where is the love? &lt;br /&gt;now sing with me ya'll (one love one love) &lt;br /&gt;we only got (one love one love) &lt;br /&gt;that's all we got (one love one love) &lt;br /&gt;and something's wrong with it &lt;br /&gt;something's wrong with it &lt;br /&gt;something's wrong with the w-w-world &lt;br /&gt;we only got (one love one love) &lt;br /&gt;that's all we got (one love one love) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;` we live the way we do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116185710598352968?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116185710598352968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116185710598352968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116185710598352968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116185710598352968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116185251664319513</id><published>2006-10-26T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T01:48:36.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzes from candy's blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_loser.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="I am 66% loser. What about you? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/lsr.php?val=9694" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from candy's blog.&lt;br /&gt;i finally got myself to see how the other people are doing.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have gotten over my results.&lt;br /&gt;i get somewhat distant from everyone when i'm very stressed.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i'm a slight loser.&lt;br /&gt;who bothers anyway?&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm one.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, it's only a quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/mq/take.php?id=1226"&gt;&lt;img alt="NerdTests.com User Test: The retard test Test." src="http://www.nerdtests.com/mq/images/mq1.php?id=1226&amp;m=d52a645b5d15984a74119e1321be52501ea404f6bf4117eca4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;the retard test results.&lt;br /&gt;i'm 16% retarded.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH MEANS I'M OKAY (:&lt;br /&gt;lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the evilness results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/mq/take.php?id=4"&gt;&lt;img alt="NerdTests.com User Test: The Evilness Test." src="http://www.nerdtests.com/mq/images/mq1.php?id=4&amp;amp;m=5c2035551710c2aae1e586930624ca7c981905fed0f9e2518c" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;are they kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/mq/take.php?id=4660"&gt;&lt;img alt="NerdTests.com User Test: The Common Sense  Test." src="http://www.nerdtests.com/mq/images/mq1.php?id=4660&amp;m=f388665d574cb586c3e3f60e5cb1585f30e2180531a0cb1131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness me.&lt;br /&gt;the common sense test.&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of true.&lt;br /&gt;see...&lt;br /&gt;quick thinker: 56&lt;br /&gt;needs some work: 44&lt;br /&gt;dumbest person on the face of the planet: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum it up, that means i'm not too smart but not too stupid.&lt;br /&gt;THE QUIZ IS STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/mq/take.php?id=5557"&gt;&lt;img alt="NerdTests.com User Test: The Craziness Test." src="http://www.nerdtests.com/mq/images/mq1.php?id=5557&amp;amp;m=8e2c38024006db3691e0fe02183fd7bce8f02439b8836618d6" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crazy test!&lt;br /&gt;it proves that i'm not crazy at all (:&lt;br /&gt;ocassionally high at times, though.&lt;br /&gt;hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/mq/take.php?id=3230"&gt;&lt;img alt="NerdTests.com User Test: The Insanity Test." src="http://www.nerdtests.com/mq/images/mq1.php?id=3230&amp;amp;m=625f36505a14a925578e45d8e2d5c7e325c609ae4a97334186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insanity test.&lt;br /&gt;whoots.&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incredibly, they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCREDIBLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116185251664319513?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116185251664319513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116185251664319513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116185251664319513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116185251664319513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/quizzes-from-candys-blog.html' title='quizzes from candy&apos;s blog'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116183963030570546</id><published>2006-10-26T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:58:18.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST DAY OF SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HOLIDAYS, HERE I COME!&lt;br /&gt;yesyesyesyes. &lt;em&gt;THE HOLIDAYS ARE &lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ((:&lt;br /&gt;sadly, mrs mary koh is leaving. ): we're going to have a new principal next year, who is mr charles leonard surin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i don't like him.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;don't spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful invention and high school musical! wheeeeeeeee. we're going to play those 2 for secondary 1 orientation NEXT YEAR. gosh, i'm going to be a SENIOR! like, how weird is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flutefluteflute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;miss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;band&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;bored&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;with&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;musical&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;instrument&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;play&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;except&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;stupid&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;piano&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE'S SO MUCH HOMEWORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;*$#@!@#$%^&amp;*&amp;^%$#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell!&lt;br /&gt;(joycelyn said she learned that from me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;1x GEOGRAPHY PROJECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;2x HISTORY PROJECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;2x CHINESE HOMEWORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;3x ENGLISH HOMEWORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;1x IPW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;2x MATH PAPERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice right?&lt;br /&gt;hmphhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are some of my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english-A3&lt;br /&gt;science-A1&lt;br /&gt;visual arts-A1&lt;br /&gt;math-B4&lt;br /&gt;geography-B4&lt;br /&gt;history-B4&lt;br /&gt;literature-B3 (i think)&lt;br /&gt;higher chinese-C6&lt;br /&gt;homec-A2 (i think)&lt;br /&gt;d&amp;t-B4 (i think)&lt;br /&gt;cme-A&lt;br /&gt;music-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class position-7/38&lt;br /&gt;level position-48/236 (same as jolyn from 1e2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO GET INTO TOP 5!&lt;br /&gt;but of course can't.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not smart enough.&lt;br /&gt;even if i am, my chinese will pull me down.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i'm expecting too much of myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;You know a dream is like a river, ever changing as it flows.&lt;br /&gt;And a dreamer's just a vessel that must follow where it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to learn from what's behind you and never knowing what's in store&lt;br /&gt;makes each day a constant battle just to stay between the shores.&lt;br /&gt;And I will sail my vessel 'til the river runs dry.&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird upon the wind, these waters are my sky.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never reach my destination if I never try,&lt;br /&gt;So I will sail my vessel 'til the river runs dry.&lt;br /&gt;Too many times we stand aside and let the water slip away.&lt;br /&gt;To what we put off 'til tomorrow has now become today.&lt;br /&gt;So don't you sit upon the shore and say you're satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Choose to chance the rapids and dare to dance the tides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Garth Brooks, song "The River" co-written with Victoria Shaw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116169091965928199</id><published>2006-10-24T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T04:55:19.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dragon boating</title><content type='html'>went dragon boating yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;paddles up, sweep into the water. and just continue on and on.&lt;br /&gt;mrs goh in our boat.&lt;br /&gt;we were allowed to splash the others. audrey stood up and fell into the water and got her knees all bloody. poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;had a mini race.&lt;br /&gt;quite fun, overall.&lt;br /&gt;wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;GREAT TO DEVELOP YOUR ARM MUSCLES (:&lt;br /&gt;and score 5 for napha inclined pull-ups.&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously ARM-ACHING.&lt;br /&gt;got splashed with so much seawater that the skin around my eyes hurt /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then xueling, shiming, joycelyn and i were the last to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;WE DIDN'T EVEN BATHE.&lt;br /&gt;we just changed our shirt and shorts. for me it was just my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the teachers were like yelling at us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mr raj was all, 'i give you all 20 seconds to come out!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the female teacher (whatever her name is) was like, 'your bus is here already! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hurry up!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HOW GROSS IS THAT!?&lt;br /&gt;after you've been splashed from head to toe with dirty seawater!&lt;br /&gt;and then we felt so bloody sticky and grimy all over.&lt;br /&gt;UGHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the bus, i tried to clean myself up as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;i wore my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;drenched my towel with my plain water.&lt;br /&gt;wiped my face and arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;changed from my school shoes to my socks and the shoes i'd brought along, which they did not let us wear.&lt;br /&gt;tidied my stuff. (not really, it was just total hustle-and-bustle /: )&lt;br /&gt;let my hair down to dry it.&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR, I WAS STILL AS STICKY AS BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that shiming, xueling and i waited at the void deck opposite school for shiming's mummy.&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting for shiming's mum to fetch me home. (isn't she kind? (: )&lt;br /&gt;xueling just wanted to wait with us.&lt;br /&gt;ate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;xueling and shiming kept buying stuff (i think the minimart auntie must be wondering whether they have eaten for 20 days or not)&lt;br /&gt;shiming vented her anger by eating loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;what she ate, CAN'T SAY.&lt;br /&gt;(because i forgot)&lt;br /&gt;then ms sarah toh, ms juliana lee and some guy from 1E4 saw us sitting on the void deck floor.&lt;br /&gt;so we shifted to some seat.&lt;br /&gt;or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;then later saw willy, ben and ben's friend kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;willy and shiming fought.&lt;br /&gt;and got her umbrella spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;crazy, those two.&lt;br /&gt;then shiming's mum came around 3 (she'd lost her way at jurong) and it'd just started raining. and sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of the dragon boating day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;`TIREDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116169091965928199?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116169091965928199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116169091965928199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116169091965928199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116169091965928199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/dragon-boating.html' title='dragon boating'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116134455707341892</id><published>2006-10-20T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:19:03.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>today is my '&lt;em&gt;dao3 mei2 de yi1 tian1&lt;/em&gt;'. honestly.&lt;br /&gt;first i was late for school. my dad thought i started school 8.30. can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;*&amp;^%$#@!~~!@#$%^&amp;amp;*(#@!*&amp;^%$#@!~!@#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got woken up at 7.15 am. rushedddddddddddddd through everything and then was out the door at 7.25, grumbling and rushing my mum. and then she told me to shut up. like, arghh! she obviously hasn't ever experienced the feeling of being late, which i, on the other hand, HAVE, thanks to my parents. i guess they don't really know how bad and embarrassing it is to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later we had to make the floor mat for one of the innovative day's (which is today) games, 'seeing stars'. and then it was so tedious and long. i was so bloody tired i thought i could just plonk down onto the mat and fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we were at the alternative space, waiting for our turn to play seeing stars. hong kai got wet from head to toe. really (: so after that the guy who was in charge of the game said we could start playing. so shiming and i went beneath the trees where the quite big patch of grass was and called wei cong. but then i was so stupid, i didn't see the hole where the grilles weren't covering the drain. as a result, before i could comprehend what was happening, i stepped right into the hole and the bottom of my right knee got scratched badly. in the end i couldn't play seeing stars. so i was just watching the rest and watching the blood trickle down my leg. eekks. ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and shiming was like helping me to the general office. then grace from 1E2 came from outside the general office to help me too (: and her friends were all waiting for her outside. thank you, both. they helped me put a gauze over the cut. i guess being in st. johns is serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we went to the foyer to get some briefing. i saw qiyun (: she was talking to her friends. but she didn't see me. then when the briefing was over, we went off. then i didn't know what to eat for lunch /: after that i settled with wanton noodles. and ate 3/5 of it because i had no appetite even though i was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band was okay. mrs chua said kai ping's fingers bounced. hahha. she meant that her fingers stuck out a lot when she was doing the fingering. then we played wonderful invention and mrs chua told us we're going to have to practice it and high school musical because we're going to play it for the sec 1 orientation next year. gosh! i'm going to be a senior soon. haha. that's so sad. being a junior is so fun ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i walked home. the rain soaked my socks and shoes. and then i had to wash them the minute i got home. stupid socks were so soggy! ugh. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some quotes on life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cool! doesn't everyone want to do that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Live as if your were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that makes sense)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"The great use of life is to spend it for something that will outlast it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-William James&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Dance like there's nobody watching&lt;br /&gt;Love like you'll never get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Sing like there's nobody listening&lt;br /&gt;Live like it's heaven on earth&lt;br /&gt;And speak from the heart to be heard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-William W. Purkey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay. that is COOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"All the world's a stage,&lt;br /&gt;And all the men and women merely players.&lt;br /&gt;They have their exits and their entrances,&lt;br /&gt;And one man in his time plays many parts,&lt;br /&gt;His acts being seven ages."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-William Shakespeare, As You Like It&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Before the beginning of years&lt;br /&gt;There came to the making of man&lt;br /&gt;Time, with a gift of tears;&lt;br /&gt;Grief, with a glass that ran;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure, with pain for leaven;&lt;br /&gt;Summer, with flowers that fell;&lt;br /&gt;Remembrance, fallen from heaven,&lt;br /&gt;And madness risen from hell;&lt;br /&gt;Strength without hands to smite;&lt;br /&gt;Love that endures for a breath;&lt;br /&gt;Night, the shadow of light,&lt;br /&gt;And Life, the shadow of death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Algernon Charles Swinburne, "Atalanta in Calydon", 1865&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is cooler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Henry David Thoreau&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Edward Young, Night Thoughts. Night ii. Line 292.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all from &lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;http://www.quoteland.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116134455707341892?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116134455707341892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116134455707341892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116134455707341892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116134455707341892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116126967251709950</id><published>2006-10-19T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T07:54:32.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S PUT 'NOTHING' AS THE TITLE</title><content type='html'>okay.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've cooled down.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE REAL.&lt;br /&gt;arrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;don't want to stay here.&lt;br /&gt;want to go somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;today shiming got caught by a plain-clothed ms sarah toh for not tucking in her shirt at white sands.&lt;br /&gt;and candy borrowed joycelyn's glasses and put them on and looked like a total nerd.&lt;br /&gt;anyone who wants to have a look at how nerdy candy can look can ask for the picture on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;going to watch movie now.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Universal Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;stupid earth always looks oval.&lt;br /&gt;don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay.&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116126967251709950?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116126967251709950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116126967251709950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116126967251709950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116126967251709950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/lets-put-nothing-as-title.html' title='LET&apos;S PUT &apos;NOTHING&apos; AS THE TITLE'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116126929591947482</id><published>2006-10-19T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T07:48:17.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNOYED</title><content type='html'>ANNOYED.&lt;br /&gt;VERY.&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY.&lt;br /&gt;WITH MY STUPID FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE EXCEPTION OF MY SIS.&lt;br /&gt;AND MAYBE MY MUM.&lt;br /&gt;YESYESYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY VERY VERY ANNOYED WITH MY DAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T FEEL LIKE SAYING WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;STILL AFFECTED WITH THE FINALS RESULTS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRYING TO GET RID OF THAT STUPID NAGGING FEELING.&lt;br /&gt;BUT EVERYTHING IS SO BLOODY BORING THESE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;AND FREYA NORTH'S &lt;em&gt;LOVE RULES&lt;/em&gt; IS STARTING TO BORE ME.&lt;br /&gt;A LITTLE.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER MIND.&lt;br /&gt;THESE KIND OF 400-PAGE NOVELS ARE ALWAYS BORING AT THE BEGINNING.&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M ANNOYED WITH THE HAZE TOO.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE MY DAD WON'T LET ME WALK HOME BECAUSE I HAVE SENSITIVE NOSE.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I HAVE TO WAIT FOR MY PARENTS IN THE STUPID LIBRARY.&lt;br /&gt;AND I'LL BE, LIKE, FROZEN.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I'LL EAT DINNER 9++.&lt;br /&gt;COME HOME AT 10.&lt;br /&gt;NO TIME TO USE COMPUTER.&lt;br /&gt;MAKES ME SO TIRED AND BORED.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK THIS IS HEALTHY LIFESTYLE?&lt;br /&gt;I DOUBT IT.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE BLOGGING,&lt;br /&gt;AND YET AND THE SAME TIME I ALSO DON'T FEEL LIKE BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I COULD USE THE COMPUTER FOR 2 HOURS (OR MAYBE 3) STRAIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;OR GO TO BAND.&lt;br /&gt;OR GO FOR HOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;OR GO PLAY AT THE SWINGS.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BE BOTHERED ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO GO TO SLEEP BECAUSE I'M TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHEN I PLOP ONTO BED,&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST NOT TIRED ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE PROBLEM NOW!?&lt;br /&gt;STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO BLOODY FRUSTRATED WITH EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;`begone, haze! ARGHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116126929591947482?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116126929591947482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116126929591947482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116126929591947482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116126929591947482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/annoyed.html' title='ANNOYED'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116089348485310309</id><published>2006-10-15T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:24:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>103th post.&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be some short post because i have to get on with the packing of my stupid textbooks \:&lt;br /&gt;which i hate doing.&lt;br /&gt;shall update my profile later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to orchard. while waiting for my parents to finished renting the DVDs, i was outside the shop, totally absorbed with the show &lt;em&gt;RV&lt;/em&gt;. ((: damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;then after that we went for lunch at &lt;em&gt;Takashimaya&lt;/em&gt; B2. i ate udon noodles. yummy fat noodles. my dad ate korean stuff and the cucumber was like, SOURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. /:&lt;br /&gt;then later we went up to the first floor and WE SAW A FASHION SHOW! like ohmygosh it was so cool! the models were all so pretty with slender figures and delicate features but they looked kind of fierce because they weren't smiling. all were westerns and they were at least 1.70 above. they were displayng handbags. there was one darkskinned model who didn't really have hair and was really tall. you could see that because of her long thighs. there was a fairskinned brunette who bent her knees a lot when she was walking. my mum said she looked weird.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. funny thing was, all the models reminded me of Barbie dolls. can you imagine! i mean, they were all so pretty and stick-thin with super-nice hair, just like Barbies. oh well. and tall too. I WANT TO BE TALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to EAT ICE CREAM (: hahaha. we bought it from those kind of roadside people with the metal freezer attached to their motorbikes or whatever. i had peppermint chocolate chip in a cup, my mum ripple in a waffle, my dad yam in bread and my brother chocolate (duh) in a cup. the auntie put the block of ice cream between two pieces of waffle before putting it into the cup (: YUMMM.&lt;br /&gt;later we went to somerset mrt station to use the washroom but they were locked and in the end we had no choice but to use the handicap one. my mum and bro and i went inside.&lt;br /&gt;AND BECAUSE WE TOOK SO LONG, ONE STUPID HANDICAPPED GUY OUTSIDE YELLED AT US, 'EH, FASTER &lt;em&gt;LA&lt;/em&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;okay, fine, let's not yell back at him because he's a handicap. AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH. does he think he has the liberty to yell at people JUST BECAUSE HE'S A HANDICAP AND MY BROTHER WAS THE ONE TAKING THE LONGEST TIME!!? like real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cooled down later and then we slept in the car. when we got back home, we changed and WENT TO WILD WILD WET ((: lalala. we played at went crazy. LITERALLY (: hahahaha. then we ate chicken rice and went back home (about 8) and then i used the computer from 8+ pm to about 12 am to chat with shiming and jia yee, do the Flixster never-ending movie quiz and to blog about the east coast park outing.&lt;br /&gt;after that my dad went to pick me sis up and after she'd bathed, we sat down, watched &lt;em&gt;My Kungfu Sweetheart&lt;/em&gt; and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;and that ends my Saturday (:&lt;br /&gt;check out my profile. you'll see some changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;`happy on the outside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but sad deep down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i just don't want to show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116089348485310309?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116089348485310309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116089348485310309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116089348485310309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116089348485310309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116084238420202844</id><published>2006-10-15T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T09:13:04.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>east coast park outing</title><content type='html'>wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee. went to east coast park with...&lt;br /&gt;1. selene&lt;br /&gt;2. shiming&lt;br /&gt;3. joycelyn&lt;br /&gt;4. jia yee&lt;br /&gt;5. samantha&lt;br /&gt;6. weixuan&lt;br /&gt;7. kejin&lt;br /&gt;8. jessica&lt;br /&gt;9. wan ping&lt;br /&gt;10. xue ling&lt;br /&gt;11. moyra&lt;br /&gt;12. shimin&lt;br /&gt;13. audrey&lt;br /&gt;14. muzi&lt;br /&gt;15. olivia&lt;br /&gt;16. jasmine&lt;br /&gt;17. candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that should be about it. sorry if i miss out on anyone (:&lt;br /&gt;first i walked all the way from my house to white sands because i thought i was late. upon arriving there, i had to wait for jia yee and joycelyn and not the other way round (: then i met samantha and we talked until jia yee came. we went down to NTUC to let jia yee get a drink while waiting for joycelyn. later we went to tampines mrt and we met with the rest. kejin was like saying, 'yay, you're wearing shorts too!' hahaha. then we waited for shimin before going to take 31. at least, i think it's 31. we took sooooooo long, about an hour, i think, to get to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;i sat with shiming while we chatted and watched Diva on a Dime on the bus tv. hahaha. i think their fashion sense is quite good. interesting to watch also. they dress up people and give them a new look. cool (:&lt;br /&gt;later we went to parkway parade for breakfast at the food court. candy and i got a cup of milo each with ice. the rest god noodles and whatever. then later we went to cold storage to get snacks. i think i was the only one who didn't get anything to eat.&lt;br /&gt;after that, muzi led us to the underpass where everyone was making so much noise and saying ghosts would come out. silly people! ((: then we went out and WE WERE AT EAST COAST PARK (:&lt;br /&gt;we walked for a short distance forward and then WE SAW THE SEA (: then we went left to the bicycle rental kiosk. halfway i took off my slippers and walked. (: nicer to walk. it was a long, long walk, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;we rented bicycles and then i had to learn how to ride all over again because i forgot how to ride. /: stupid right? haha. joycelyn, shimin and shiming had to learn too. shiming wasn't really a beginner, she just hadn't ridden a two-wheel for ages. but she gave up afterwards because she was fed up. joycelyn was too scared to fall down and in the end never managed to learn how to ride. shimin, on the other hand, finally knew, but she was afraid to put her weight on the bicycle and thus went cycling zigzag.&lt;br /&gt;the rest went to and fro. finally a few of us went a long way, almost to the end. after that we turned back. it was damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;soon after we raced back to see how the beginners were. and then when i was turning to joycelyn i accidentally went onto the other path and then this stupid guy who was learning how to rollerblade went, 'eh, move to your left lane &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.' and flipped his hand back in such a gangster-like way. can't he see i'm going to help my friend? stupid. and he thought if he said it softly, i wouldn't hear it. well i did. so what if he's learning? i was totally out of his bloody way already! idiot.&lt;br /&gt;later the wind began blowing very strongly and it started to drizzle a bit so we rushed to the shelter and i went to look for joycelyn, weixuan and samantha, who were teaching her how to cycle. then we stayed at the shelter. we couldn't find jasmine and wan ping. later we found out that they went cycling on a slope.&lt;br /&gt;we played at the beach, like picking seashells and staring at the sea and letting the cold waves splash onto our bare ankles and feet. it was SO cool. but then i saw shiming looking very depressed and i decided not to disturb her. i thought she needed some time to cool down.&lt;br /&gt;later we returned the bikes and then we went walking again. we'd seen a huge, tall rock we could climb on (that could be waded to) while we were on our long bike journey. we wanted to go there, but we finally realised the distance was too long, so when we found another rock identical to the one we'd seen, we went there and played and played.&lt;br /&gt;olivia, xueling, jasmine and i went collecting seashells. i found those normal ones, clams and even unicorns! and spirals too. some others were sitting down in the shallow waters of the sea and then the others were a distance away, playing with one another. later i took shimin's camera out and took shots of everyone. then they asked me why i was so dry and i told them i didn't go into the sea to play. hahaha. there was a group shot (excluding me) and then later when the camera was handed to someone else, i was being splashed until i was wet through, thanks to kejin and the other crazy nuts (:&lt;br /&gt;after that i saw that it was getting very very hazy and so i got everyone to stop playing already because we couldn't even see the ships in the distance! it was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; hazy. we went to bathe in the common area because the changing rooms were all so dirty and then we went to change into our clothes. hahaha. then we ate the chips and snacks we'd bought from cold storage. and walked and walked until i felt we could drop.&lt;br /&gt;we finally reached parkway parade after we felt we could die. : ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. we met up with jasmine again, who'd gone home to bathe when we were all in the toilets. some bought ice cream from &lt;em&gt;Scoopz&lt;/em&gt;. audrey bought peppermint chocolate chip, shiming honey dew and the rest i'm not so sure. after that we went window shopping and whatever. joycelyn, jia yee, olivia and xueling went to giant and bought a honey stick each at 40 cents per stick.&lt;br /&gt;later we went around and then jasmine and olivia accompanied me to the washroom. when we got out, we saw a fencing class going on. y'know, fencing is the type of sport where you have the vest and the sword with the mask on your face while you defend yourself. hahaha. it was so cool (:&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to &lt;em&gt;Life Bookshop&lt;/em&gt; where audrey and shimin, those girls devoted to Christianity, were looking through the stuff. after that we went up to &lt;em&gt;E-Zone&lt;/em&gt; and watched moyra and selene play. later we went out, walked up the overpass, went to the bus stop, waited for bus 15 and later took it all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and thus, that concludes my wonderous, coolest day ever with the 1e5 girls. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116084238420202844?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116084238420202844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116084238420202844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116084238420202844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116084238420202844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/east-coast-park-outing.html' title='east coast park outing'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116048504839764020</id><published>2006-10-10T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T06:09:31.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>popping champagne!</title><content type='html'>wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;FINALS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;get that into your head!!&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;let's go pop champagne ((:&lt;br /&gt;and go sing to the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;and hang out with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;spend the most of your day on the computer (which, i am sure, everyone is fond of, like me ((: ).&lt;br /&gt;and read your favourite books or comics or magazines or (in my case) some stupidly thick novel (: (is there such a word as 'stupidly'? okay, now i feel stupid. can't believe i just typed that!)&lt;br /&gt;and basically, to sum it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going crazy is FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i learned something really meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;and this post is dedicated to selene. (:&lt;br /&gt;okay, it was after finals, so i went with candy, selene, shimin, clar and shiming to tampines mall. candy was like, 'you're ABSOLUTELY, REALLY, DEFINITELY coming with us?' and i was like, 'YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.' crazy candy.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. so we went to 77th street to watch daddy pierce 2 earholes (: and then after that the woman who pierced for her told her to take out the earring at the top of her left ear because it looked quite dangerous (like going to sink in or something). okay, whatever she said. then it's like when shiming saw that daddy went to pierce hole she got so scared and then she didn't want to pierce.&lt;br /&gt;then after that we went century square because there was nothing to do at tampines mall. we took neoprints (shiming didn't) and then we spent a whole lot of time decorating them ((: well actually it was mainly candy and shimin.&lt;br /&gt;after that we were roaming around, i think. we went to &lt;em&gt;montip&lt;/em&gt; and such. got so bored. it was only about two or three that time.&lt;br /&gt;after that no one wanted to go about anymore. so clarissa went i-don't-know-where, shimin went home and the rest of us went to shiming's house. haha. slacked like crazy people. and then shiming's neighbour (or should i say, candy's junior from yu neng) came to do research for his social studies project: elizabeth choy. i've forgotten how childish primary school is. then candy was like playing a fool. she said, 'i'm meditating under the bodhi tree.' and she sat up straight, cross-legged, eyes shut. ah, so silly! then after that all of us were arguing over who was the Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'no, it's siddharta gautama!' (me)&lt;br /&gt;'who says it's siddharta gautama!?' (candy)&lt;br /&gt;'it is what!' (shiming)&lt;br /&gt;'huh really?' (candy)&lt;br /&gt;'yesssssssssssssssssssssssss.' (me)&lt;br /&gt;'but i thought it was the...the--' (candy)&lt;br /&gt;'is &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;!' (shiming)&lt;br /&gt;'ohhhhhh, but then i thought it was the...who &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;?' (candy)&lt;br /&gt;'no &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;!' (shiming)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something like that. hahaha. then after that candy did the meditating thing and she was like, 'i'm meditating under the bodhi tree...' and i said, 'there's no tree above you, candy. you're meditating under the aircon!'&lt;br /&gt;anyway after that she kept making me laugh and i think her junior was like laughing secretly. (: so cute right?&lt;br /&gt;then we slack and slack while selene read her whatever comic. then candy's junior went off. then later shiming's mum gave us watermelon juice ((:&lt;br /&gt;later selene's mum called and i think she wanted selene to go home. then selene didn't want her mum to worry because her mum has done so much for her, like letting her pierce more earholes and stuff. what's more, her mum is always alone at home because selene's dad has 2 jobs and comes back very late at night, 1 brother working and the other was at army. i know selene respects her mum very much.&lt;br /&gt;and shiming didn't want to ask her mum to fetch selene home. okay, so that's weird. i found it weird. but it's okay. in the end i opened the door for selene and she asked shiming's mum to fetch her home. she fetched me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that incident has made me realise that everyone of us take everything for granted nowadays. and then we don't want to study and all we do is complain and slack.&lt;br /&gt;and another thing is that we don't treat out parents with respect. except a small few like selene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't selene a wonderful example to learn from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116048504839764020?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116048504839764020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116048504839764020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116048504839764020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116048504839764020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/popping-champagne.html' title='popping champagne!'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116037549917870151</id><published>2006-10-09T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:31:39.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay (:</title><content type='html'>yayy (: last post was so fun! and this is my 101th post. LET'S POP CHAMPAGNE!! 2 more papers = 1 more stupid day = (after) &lt;strong&gt;F-R-E-E-D-O-M&lt;/strong&gt;! yesyesyes. ((:&lt;br /&gt;okay. let's stop being so high. replying to all the latest tags on my tagboard because i find it so troublesome to scroll up and down and stare at everyone's messages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 Oct 06, 20:38&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEPH&lt;/strong&gt;: WHOA MY NAME APPEARED THRICE :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lalalow&lt;/strong&gt;: heh. honoured to be my friend right? ((: eeeeeeeeeee. so thickskinned. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 Oct 06, 20:39&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEPH&lt;/strong&gt;: AND OMG WHAT INSANE?! YOU CHICKEN NEHNEHPOK !@#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lalalow&lt;/strong&gt;: YOU ARE INSANE, DEAR STEPHANIE (: and how dare you call me a chicken nehnehpok!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 Oct 06, 22:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bubblebun&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha. im tagging your blog. and erm. im NOT sexy nor affectionate and DEFINITELY NOT great kisser or shy and reserved. what rubbish ! i know im easily angered.haha. nice skin. i shall post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lalalow&lt;/strong&gt;: yay, YOU TAGGED! ((: heehee.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE, REMEMBER THIS: SHIMING IS SEXY AND AFFECTIONATE AND SHE'S A WONDERFUL KISSER! SHE'S DEFINITELY SHY AND RESERVED ((: and it's not rubbish. she's just trying to be modest ((: hahahahahahahahahahah. and thanks for the nice skin compliment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 Oct 06, 23:08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bubblebun&lt;/strong&gt;: hey lalalow. go see my blog ! i posted a interesting quiz from joycelyn's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lalalow&lt;/strong&gt;: interesting quiz...? heh. okay. shall go soon (: thankies for your 2 tags. and how come you're still on the computer so late!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 Oct 06, 11:46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jermain&lt;/strong&gt;: yoyo stacey! haha, I am not smart! You are.. not me=).. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lalalow&lt;/strong&gt;: yoyo jermain! haha (: NO I'M STUPID! i'm in 1e5 and you're in 3e1! see the big difference, 5 and 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 Oct 06, 14:43&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siqi&lt;/strong&gt;: wow ! your blog is very beautigullllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lalalow&lt;/strong&gt;: thank you, si qi ((: you have a beautiful blog too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 Oct 06, 17:55&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`DADDY-selene*&lt;/strong&gt;: haha... nice blogg... i love the BALCK color... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 Oct 06, 17:55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;`DADDY-selene*&lt;/strong&gt;: *black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lalalow&lt;/strong&gt;: hello... (: haven't seen your tag for ages! anyway thanks for the compliment ((: your blog is nice too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 Oct 06, 21:07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shimin.&lt;/strong&gt;: heys dearest. ur new skin is cool. should have shed off e older one years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lalalow&lt;/strong&gt;: heyhey (: thankies! haha. i liked the old one, but i LOVE this (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 Oct 06, 21:09&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shimin.&lt;/strong&gt;: heys sista. i wann my name there too. i totally agree to my month february.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lalalow&lt;/strong&gt;: yay! okay, sure (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116037549917870151?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116037549917870151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116037549917870151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116037549917870151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116037549917870151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay.html' title='yay (:'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116012062400808214</id><published>2006-10-06T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:35:32.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NICE EMAIL (:</title><content type='html'>this is a cute email. (((: read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of baby are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;January&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty &lt;strong&gt;(ah ha, hilary!)&lt;/strong&gt;/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Hilary, Qiyun, Estalla, Gene, my Brother Stedman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;February&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract&lt;strong&gt; (shimin)&lt;/strong&gt;. Intelligent and clever &lt;strong&gt;(all ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble&lt;strong&gt; (shimin ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals &lt;strong&gt;(all!)&lt;/strong&gt;. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it &lt;strong&gt;(shimin ((: heh. no offence!)&lt;/strong&gt;. Dislikes unnecessary things &lt;strong&gt;(all)&lt;/strong&gt;. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring &lt;strong&gt;(shimin)&lt;/strong&gt; and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes &lt;strong&gt;(shimin)&lt;/strong&gt;. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure &lt;strong&gt;(all!!)&lt;/strong&gt;. Romantic on the inside not outside &lt;strong&gt;(haha, shimin is both (: )&lt;/strong&gt;. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Clarissa Toh, Cheryl, Shimin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;March &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate, shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace &lt;strong&gt;(true)&lt;/strong&gt; and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered &lt;strong&gt;(true! no offence, shiming)&lt;/strong&gt;. Trustworthy &lt;strong&gt;(true)&lt;/strong&gt;. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings &lt;strong&gt;(NOT TRUE! ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;. Observant and assesses others.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;himing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;April &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confidant. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable &lt;strong&gt;(this fits my mum exactly because she has an IQ of about 127)&lt;/strong&gt;. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality &lt;strong&gt;(haha. true. she makes up loads of jokes to make my sis and i laugh)&lt;/strong&gt;. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and travelling &lt;strong&gt;(all RUBBISH except for leisure and travelling)&lt;/strong&gt;. Systematic. Hot but has brains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;my Mummy (my biological one, not Joycelyn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed &lt;strong&gt;(definitely candy ((: )&lt;/strong&gt; and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered &lt;strong&gt;(another definite ((: no offence!)&lt;/strong&gt;. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm standpoint &lt;strong&gt;(yes!)&lt;/strong&gt;. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream &lt;strong&gt;(certainly)&lt;/strong&gt;. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless &lt;strong&gt;(yesyesyes! haha)&lt;/strong&gt;. Not having many children. Hardworking. High-spirited &lt;strong&gt;(certainly fits candy!)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;June&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the best personality &lt;strong&gt;(all!)&lt;/strong&gt; and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing &lt;strong&gt;(selene and joanne)&lt;/strong&gt;. You are a great flirt &lt;strong&gt;(nehh the flirt thing's not true for all) &lt;/strong&gt;and more than likely have an a very attractive partner. A wicked hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you've got the looks for it &lt;strong&gt;(all)&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Selene, Andy, Joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood &lt;strong&gt;(amanda and susanti)&lt;/strong&gt;. Quiet unless excited or tensed &lt;strong&gt;(amanda)&lt;/strong&gt;. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings &lt;strong&gt;(susanti)&lt;/strong&gt;. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable &lt;strong&gt;(susanti ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;. Moody and easily hurt. Witty &lt;strong&gt;(all!)&lt;/strong&gt; and sparkly. Spazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving &lt;strong&gt;(rachel ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;. Treats others equally &lt;strong&gt;(rachel again ((: and amanda and susanti )&lt;/strong&gt;. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking &lt;strong&gt;(all! especially amanda ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;. No difficulties in studying &lt;strong&gt;(all!)&lt;/strong&gt;. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Amanda, Rachel, Susanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing personality &lt;strong&gt;(joycelyn and tessa)&lt;/strong&gt;. Takes risks. Feeds on attention. No self-control &lt;strong&gt;(tessa! ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;. Kind hearted &lt;strong&gt;(joycelyn and tessa)&lt;/strong&gt;. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to &lt;strong&gt;(joycelyn. tessa is only at times ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;. Has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer &lt;strong&gt;(joycelyn! and me too)&lt;/strong&gt;. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination &lt;strong&gt;(joycelyn and tessa)&lt;/strong&gt;. Loves to be loved &lt;strong&gt;(joycelyn and tessa ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;. Hates studying &lt;strong&gt;(ALL OF US!)&lt;/strong&gt;. In need of "that someone"&lt;strong&gt; (not at the moment, at least. for all)&lt;/strong&gt;. Longs for freedom &lt;strong&gt;(VERY TRUE OF ME)&lt;/strong&gt;. Rebellious when withheld or restricted &lt;strong&gt;(VERY TRUE OF ME TOO)&lt;/strong&gt;. Lives by "no pain no gain" caring. Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious. "Charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. Stubborn &lt;strong&gt;(SERIOUSLY TRUE OF ME)&lt;/strong&gt;. Curious. Independent&lt;strong&gt; (tessa and joycelyn)&lt;/strong&gt;. Strong willed &lt;strong&gt;(true for both again)&lt;/strong&gt;. A fighter &lt;strong&gt;(both!)&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Joycelyn, Tessa, ME!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret &lt;strong&gt;(kai ping)&lt;/strong&gt;. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention &lt;strong&gt;(kai ping)&lt;/strong&gt;. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless &lt;strong&gt;(jia yee)&lt;/strong&gt;. Adventurous &lt;strong&gt;(jia yee and ben)&lt;/strong&gt;. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends &lt;strong&gt;(all ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kai Ping, Jia Yee, Benlee, my Daddy (my biological one, not Selene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them &lt;strong&gt;(all ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty &lt;strong&gt;(all!)&lt;/strong&gt;. Lies but doesn't pretend &lt;strong&gt;(all again!)&lt;/strong&gt;. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly &lt;strong&gt;(for jermain and huiqin--yes, but the others i'm not so sure)&lt;/strong&gt;. Brave and fearless. Always making friends &lt;strong&gt;(ah, everyone)&lt;/strong&gt;. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart &lt;strong&gt;(jermain, si qi)&lt;/strong&gt;, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Jermain, Huiqin, Clarissa Koh, Joyce, Si Qi, Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy &lt;strong&gt;(steph)&lt;/strong&gt; and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times &lt;strong&gt;(steph and moyra)&lt;/strong&gt;. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality &lt;strong&gt;(steph)&lt;/strong&gt;. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own &lt;strong&gt;(yay, wei jun! ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart&lt;strong&gt; (all!)&lt;/strong&gt;. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Wei Jun, Steph, Moyra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This straight-up means you are the most good-looking person possible... Better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous&lt;strong&gt; (true)&lt;/strong&gt;. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with &lt;strong&gt;(true)&lt;/strong&gt;. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness &lt;strong&gt;(true ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;. Polite and soft-spoken &lt;strong&gt;(yesyes)&lt;/strong&gt;. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly &lt;strong&gt;(yepp)&lt;/strong&gt;. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character &lt;strong&gt;(yes)&lt;/strong&gt;. One guy/girl kind of person. Loveable &lt;strong&gt;(sure ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves music. Pretty &lt;strong&gt;(haha. sure ((: )&lt;/strong&gt;/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Candice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;okay, these are the months. lala. tag me if you want to have your name up there. i shall make a calendar of birthdays on my blog when the exams are over. then i won't forget any of your birthdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;`stuck between dreams and reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116012062400808214?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116012062400808214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116012062400808214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116012062400808214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116012062400808214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/nice-email.html' title='NICE EMAIL (:'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-116004275757651272</id><published>2006-10-05T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:29:16.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin!</title><content type='html'>yay. new blogskin! fresh new blog. kind of.&lt;br /&gt;this morning was kind of sad. mrs koh (the principal) told us about this sec 4 (is it? i forgot) guy with cancer in our school who's going for chemotherapy. and then all of us bowed our heads in prayer. his name is isaac. i think it's spelled like that.&lt;br /&gt;and today i was LATE FOR SCHOOL! if ms ng was still here, she'd have fried me for lunch today. i came at 7.20. and mr das (i think it's spelled like that) made me put on my stupid name tag before i could go sit down. another thing was that the side gate was closed and then i had to dash all the way to the main gate. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;science wasn't that bad today. CHINESE WAS. eekks. HOW!? i'm already dying from the fact that my geography may fail and now the stupid chinese paper 2 has to come along. my gosh. &lt;em&gt;IcannotFAILfirstYEAR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. i shall chillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. you all freezing? sorry. sincere apologies!&lt;br /&gt;haha. and guess what happened today. the teacher was collecting the science papers. and then when she came to yun xun, she had to tug the paper to get it from him because he was holding on to it so tightly. she was all, 'why? you don't want to let go?' and she made us laugh. some of the tension actually EASED AWAY. i could practically feel it.&lt;br /&gt;and then something inexplicable happened today too. i'd ended school and then i was sitting at one of the canteen tables looking at the idiotic diagram wondering how to find the angle and some of the sec 4s had already been released. then suddenly someone came over me and went, 'you can't see the triangle &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;?'&lt;br /&gt;i looked up and it was an unknown sec 4 guy. okay. whoever he was. HOW WOULD I KNOW! the only sec 4 guy i know is andy from the flautist section.&lt;br /&gt;i said, 'sure i can.' and then i found him squinting at the book. not really squinting, just peering. then he said, 'what's this? A-maths? or is this E-maths?'&lt;br /&gt;then i said, 'no. it's just normal maths.'&lt;br /&gt;he stared at the diagram a while longer, went, '&lt;em&gt;cheem sia&lt;/em&gt;.' and then went off.&lt;br /&gt;ISN'T THAT WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that must be about the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;`hate never brings you anywhere, peeps. remember that. no more about AWC, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-116004275757651272?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/116004275757651272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=116004275757651272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116004275757651272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/116004275757651272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-blogskin.html' title='new blogskin!'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115988063242781714</id><published>2006-10-03T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T06:03:52.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>advantages of finals&lt;br /&gt;-you get to GO HOME EARLY (((:&lt;br /&gt;-i do not have to walk home because my mummy fetches me homeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (:&lt;br /&gt;-NO ASSEMBLYYY (((:&lt;br /&gt;-?&lt;br /&gt;-uhhhh?&lt;br /&gt;-???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disadvantages of finals&lt;br /&gt;-your brain might just back out the last minute and go, 'arghhhhh. you're stressing me out!'&lt;br /&gt;-you STUDY, STUDY, STUDY, STUDY 'til you wanna tear your hair out.&lt;br /&gt;-go mental.&lt;br /&gt;-no freedom.&lt;br /&gt;-your parents forbid you to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;-you always feel like sleeping when you're studying.&lt;br /&gt;-burn out.&lt;br /&gt;-stupid. so any pieces of foolscap wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;can;t think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;my brain's jumbled up.&lt;br /&gt;like a plate of spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372915.post-115985978014097697</id><published>2006-10-03T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:16:20.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneaky me (:</title><content type='html'>heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i haven't posted for ten million years!!&lt;br /&gt;lala (:&lt;br /&gt;haven't paid jermain the band shirt money yet.&lt;br /&gt;can't find him ):&lt;br /&gt;went to on the computer without my mummy's permission (((:&lt;br /&gt;she's taking leave until our finals are over to send us home so we can revise.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sneakyyyyyyyyy ((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;4 down, 7 to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372915.post-115944750339819651</id><published>2006-09-30T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:38:39.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>regarding shiming's post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;regarding shiming's post about the ugliest girls in 1E5 (&lt;a href="http://nana-reirabubblegum.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://nana-reirabubblegum.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, tuesday september 26 2006), i'm not surprised that i'm the fourth ugliest girl in class. but then again, i am a teensy weensy offended that those boys would actually call shiming a MONSTER. no one's a monster and no one's UGLY. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EVERYONE IS BEAUTIFUL IN THEIR OWN WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and that's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i mean beautiful, not as in looks, but as in character. i feel that so long you have good character and you treat people well, you can be considered good-looking. if you have good looks...well you can be considered some kind of god. i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;many people like the most beautiful people in THAT WAY. maybe they just fail to see the other side of beautiful, which is the character. i don't consider people with good looks 'real' beautiful if their attitude is, like, 'oh, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;...give me a break!' unless they have really good character, like they really help people when they can kind of thing. hm, one example? mother teresa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115944750339819651?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372915.post-115907369578735862</id><published>2006-09-23T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:54:55.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blehhhh</title><content type='html'>ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;fever: 38.2 oC&lt;br /&gt;blocked nose: no more (:&lt;br /&gt;runny nose: minor...&lt;br /&gt;cough: a little&lt;br /&gt;phlegm: hm. in between minor and major&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS STUPIDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115907369578735862?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115907369578735862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115907369578735862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115907369578735862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115907369578735862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/09/blehhhh.html' title='blehhhh'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115892783115078495</id><published>2006-09-22T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:00:17.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nice emails and pictures...</title><content type='html'>pictures for you to ENJOY... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/hidden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/hidden.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hidden under snow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/fat%20and%20cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/fat%20and%20cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fat but cute, yes? (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/cutie%20blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/cutie%20blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cutie blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/wash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/wash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wash it away. the warm colours remind me of some kind of imaginary scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/tranquil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/tranquil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tranquil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice, ehh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SMILEYs! i love smileys (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/quiet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/quiet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/pink%20and%20white.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/pink%20and%20white.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pink and white. argh, pink. i don't like that colour. anyway, people like my 6/2 friend steph and audrey will go crazy over this. ahhhhhhhh. (no offence, dearies!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/orange%20bath.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/orange%20bath.0.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; orange bath, yeah? i think so too. it's so sunsetty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/friendship.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/friendship.0.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;friendship! hey, they're holding hands. cuteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/nice.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/nice.0.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the beach. perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/doggy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/doggy%21.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; doggy! i love doggies. i want to own one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/cool!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/cool%21.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/ashley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/ashley.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ashley the runaway pig! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today--in fact, tonight--the secondary ones are having their lantern festival thing and i'm sick, so my dad didn't let me go take part in the poetry slam competition. samantha took my place. wonder how the rest--olivia, vernon and rayner--are doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay. the emails. there are two: this one from my ex form teacher mr yeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quite Funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old couple went to a fast food restuarant.&lt;br /&gt;He ordered one hamburger, one order of French fries&lt;br /&gt;and one drink. The old man unwrapped the plain&lt;br /&gt;hamburger and carefully cut it in half. He placed&lt;br /&gt;one half in front of his wife. He then carefully&lt;br /&gt;counted out the French fries, dividing them into two&lt;br /&gt;piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his&lt;br /&gt;wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He took a sip of the drink, his wife took a sip and&lt;br /&gt;then set the cup down between them. As he began to&lt;br /&gt;eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around&lt;br /&gt;them kept looking over and whispering. You could&lt;br /&gt;tell they were thinking, "That poor old couple - all&lt;br /&gt;they can afford is one meal for the two of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the man began to eat his fries a young man came&lt;br /&gt;to the table. He politely offered to buy another&lt;br /&gt;meal for the old couple. The old man said they were&lt;br /&gt;just fine--&lt;br /&gt;They were used to sharing everything. The&lt;br /&gt;surrounding people noticed the little old lady&lt;br /&gt;hadn't eaten a bite.&lt;br /&gt;She sat there watching her husband eat and&lt;br /&gt;occasionally taking turns sipping the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again the young man came over and begged them to let&lt;br /&gt;him buy another meal for them. This time the old&lt;br /&gt;woman said "No, thank you, we are used to sharing&lt;br /&gt;everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the old man finished and was wiping his face&lt;br /&gt;neatly with the napkin, the young man again came&lt;br /&gt;over to the little old lady who had yet to eat a&lt;br /&gt;single bite of food and asked "What is it you are&lt;br /&gt;waiting for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She answered... (scroll down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE TEETH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cute right? (:&lt;br /&gt;the other one from my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miscommunication - cannot get worse, from a textbook on Communication&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memo from CEO to Manager:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at 11 o'clock there will be a total eclipse of the sun. This is when the sun disappears behind the moon for two minutes. As this is something that cannot be seen every day, time will be allowed for employees to view the eclipse n the parking lot. Staff should meet in the lot at ten to eleven, when I will deliver a short speech introducing the eclipse and giving some background information. Safety goggles will be made available at a small cost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memo from Manager to Department Head:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today at ten to eleven, all staff should meet in the car park. This will be followed by a total eclipse of the sun, which will appear for two minutes. For a moderate cost, this will be made safe with goggles. The CEO will deliver a short speech beforehand to give us all some information. This is not something that can be seen every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memo from Department Head to Floor Manager:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The CEO will today deliver a short speech to make the sun disappear for two minutes. This is something that cannot be seen every day, so staff will meet in the car park at ten or eleven. This will be safe, if you pay a moderate cost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memo from Floor Manager to Supervisor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ten or eleven staff are to go to the car park, where the CEO will eclipse the sun for two minutes. This doesn't happen every day. It will be safe and as usual it will cost you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memo from Supervisor to staff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Some staff will go to the car park today to see the CEO disappear. It is a pity this doesn't happen every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115892783115078495?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115892783115078495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115892783115078495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115892783115078495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115892783115078495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/09/nice-emails-and-pictures.html' title='nice emails and pictures...'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115891731813995941</id><published>2006-09-22T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:31:45.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gloooooooooooomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ohmygoshhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;guess what happened today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I FELL ASLEEP AFTER I FINISHED MY CHEMISTRY MODULAR TEST AND DROOLED!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;onto the paper, no less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh, this sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;moyra is going to be so friggin' disgusted because her paper is right behind mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. sorry. )): i really didn't mean to fall into deep sleep, but i just did, because i went to the doctor's around 10, waited for 45 minutes (did my chemistry studying), saw the doctor, reached home around 11.30, packed my bag and did whatsits and went to sleep at 11.45.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ssssssssssssssssssssooooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yyyyyyyyyyyyyy everyone in 1e5. i must have pretty much grossed you all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115891731813995941?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372915.post-115883656374897938</id><published>2006-09-21T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T04:02:43.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've promised that i'll go visit people's blogs but when it comes to it i just don't feel like going. tsk. keep breaking promises. yepp. they're lying everywhere around me like smashed pieces.&lt;br /&gt;the poem i'm going to recite tomorrow (if i can) is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Moon's Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cynthia Rovero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The precious moments held tightly in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Slipped by quickly like tiny grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;The Moon's Garden held me close in its grip&lt;br /&gt;As my mortal thoughts fled, I felt my mind slip&lt;br /&gt;My eyes lingered on the flowers, fruits and vegetables too&lt;br /&gt;Where translucent shadows were caste by the moon&lt;br /&gt;There, in the Moon's Garden, lay tales of satisfaction so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Hunger pangs cried out for something scrumptious to eat&lt;br /&gt;I turned to the orange tree with its orange fruit zest bursting with delight&lt;br /&gt;To satisfy myself with the heartiest of bites&lt;br /&gt;Then recovered consciousness as if I had been lost in the dream&lt;br /&gt;As the moon's smile melted over me like a clear running stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice right? ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115883656374897938?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115883656374897938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115883656374897938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115883656374897938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115883656374897938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/09/broken.html' title='broken'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115883481539167146</id><published>2006-09-21T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T03:33:35.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stressedddddddddddddddddddddddddddd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;y'know, at this rate i'm going, i can't stop. i think i might explode pretty soon, what with the finals and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;everyone says i'm much too stressed. yes, it's obvious. don't say anymore. you make me feel seriously worse. jermain says so, kai ping, jia yee, joycelyn...ah, whoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the problem is that i have to study in order to pass. if i don't, game's over. then another thing is that everyone keeps saying that my standard is already so high. ARGHHHHHHH. it's not. sure, high in a low class (no offence), but then, when you actually compare with all the secondary ones in the whole wide world, i'm average. not just middle-type average. LOWWWWWWW average. and my mum wants me to improve my grades because she DOESN'T want me to be low average but middle or high average. dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and another thing is that my father keeps wanting me to IMPROVE MY CHINESE. i'm trying to, but he's always forcing me to read chinese when i DON'T EVEN HAVE THE BLOODY TIME. and then during school all we do is read english every day except friday, when we have to read chinese. like, who cares!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i feel like a chewing gum that has been stretched to its ultimate limit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;shall i tell you why i'm so stressed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-chemistry modular test tomorrow which i was only informed of YESTERDAY. 'there will be a modular test on friday for sec 1s and 2s. details will be given tomorrow.' (tomorrow meaning thursday, which is today.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-blocked nose and sore throat. MAJOR. couldn't make mooncakes during homec today. )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-chinese oral on monday ))))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-homec common test on tuesday, of which i have not started revising YET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to you all, you might be thinking, 'it's a some sickness and some tests...what's the biggie?' but to me it's quite a lot. worse than psle, i can tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;THIS SUCKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i just finished eating some chocolate glazed donut with peanuttie sprinkles hoping it might calm me down, but that did not work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BECAUSE THE PEANUTTIE STUFF WAS SO HORRIBLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115883481539167146?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115883481539167146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115883481539167146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115883481539167146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115883481539167146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/09/stressedddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.html' title='stressedddddddddddddddddddddddddddd...'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115847253451449186</id><published>2006-09-17T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T00:59:02.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moon poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm slouching with my face--sorry, i meant chin--propped up on my right knee with my fingers just aimlessly typing this.&lt;br /&gt;feel so tired. i've been searching for moon poems for the moon poetry semi-finals audition. well, if we get into finals we'll be able to perform on 22 september. (i hate performing, though.&lt;br /&gt;look at the ones i've found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Moon Poem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edgar Allen Poe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw thee once- once only- years ago:&lt;br /&gt;I must not say how many- but not&lt;br /&gt;many.&lt;br /&gt;It was a July midnight; and from out&lt;br /&gt;A full-orbed moon, that like thine own&lt;br /&gt;soul soaring,&lt;br /&gt;Sought a precipitate pathway up through&lt;br /&gt;heaven,&lt;br /&gt;There fell a silvery silken veil of light,&lt;br /&gt;With quietude, and sultriness and&lt;br /&gt;slumber,&lt;br /&gt;Upon the upturn'd faces of a thousand&lt;br /&gt;Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,&lt;br /&gt;Where no wind dared to stir, unless on&lt;br /&gt;tiptoe-&lt;br /&gt;Fell on the upturn'd faces of these&lt;br /&gt;roses&lt;br /&gt;That gave out, in return for the love-&lt;br /&gt;light,&lt;br /&gt;Their odorous souls in an ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;death-&lt;br /&gt;Fell on the upturned faces of these&lt;br /&gt;roses&lt;br /&gt;That smiled and died in this parterre,&lt;br /&gt;enchanted&lt;br /&gt;by thee, and by the poetry of thy&lt;br /&gt;presence.&lt;br /&gt;Clad all in white, upon a violet bank&lt;br /&gt;I saw thee half-reclining; while the&lt;br /&gt;moon&lt;br /&gt;Fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses,&lt;br /&gt;And on thine own, upturn'd- alas, in&lt;br /&gt;sorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Was it not Fate, that, on this July mid-&lt;br /&gt;night-&lt;br /&gt;Was it not Fate (whose name is also&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow),&lt;br /&gt;That bade me pause before that garden-&lt;br /&gt;gate,&lt;br /&gt;To breathe the incense of those slum-&lt;br /&gt;bering roses?&lt;br /&gt;No footstep stirred: the hated world&lt;br /&gt;all slept,&lt;br /&gt;Save only thee and me. I paused- I&lt;br /&gt;looked-&lt;br /&gt;And in an instant all things disap-&lt;br /&gt;peared.&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, bear in mind this garden was&lt;br /&gt;enchanted!)&lt;br /&gt;The pearly lustre of the moon went&lt;br /&gt;out:&lt;br /&gt;The mossy banks and the meandering&lt;br /&gt;paths,&lt;br /&gt;The happy flowers and the repining&lt;br /&gt;trees,&lt;br /&gt;Were seen no more: the very roses'&lt;br /&gt;odours&lt;br /&gt;Died in the arms of the adoring airs.&lt;br /&gt;All- all expired save thee- save less&lt;br /&gt;than thou:&lt;br /&gt;Save only the devine light in thine&lt;br /&gt;eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I saw but them- they were the world&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;I saw but them- saw only them for&lt;br /&gt;hours-&lt;br /&gt;Saw only them till the moon went&lt;br /&gt;down.&lt;br /&gt;What wild heart-histories seemed to lie&lt;br /&gt;enwritten&lt;br /&gt;Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres!&lt;br /&gt;How dark a woe! yet how sublime a&lt;br /&gt;hope!&lt;br /&gt;How silently serene a sea of pride!&lt;br /&gt;How adoring an ambition! yet how&lt;br /&gt;deep-&lt;br /&gt;How fathomless a capacity for love!&lt;br /&gt;But now, at length, dear Dian sank&lt;br /&gt;from sight,&lt;br /&gt;Into the western couch of a thunder-cloud;&lt;br /&gt;And thou, a ghost, amid entombing&lt;br /&gt;trees&lt;br /&gt;Didst glide away. only thine eyes&lt;br /&gt;Remained.&lt;br /&gt;They would not go- they never yet&lt;br /&gt;have gone.&lt;br /&gt;Lighting my lonely pathway home that&lt;br /&gt;night,&lt;br /&gt;They have not left me (as my hopes have) since.&lt;br /&gt;They follow me- they lead me through&lt;br /&gt;the years.&lt;br /&gt;They are my ministers- yet I their&lt;br /&gt;slave.&lt;br /&gt;Their office is to illuminate and enkindle-&lt;br /&gt;My duty, to be saved by their bright&lt;br /&gt;light&lt;br /&gt;And purified in their electric fire,&lt;br /&gt;And sanctified in their elysian fire.&lt;br /&gt;They fill my soul with Beauty (which&lt;br /&gt;is Hope.)&lt;br /&gt;And are far up in Heaven- the stars&lt;br /&gt;I kneel to&lt;br /&gt;In the sad, slient watches of my night;&lt;br /&gt;While even in the meridian glare of day&lt;br /&gt;I see them still- two sweetly scintillant&lt;br /&gt;Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Little Girl and the Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sandy Nobody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;She liked to sit outside at night and talk to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Every night she kept the moon company.&lt;br /&gt;One night she noticed the moon seemed tired, so&lt;br /&gt;She climbed upon the roof, to tell the moon a secret.&lt;br /&gt;The old moon smiled, so she reaches up&lt;br /&gt;Takes the moon in her hands and puts him in her pocket.&lt;br /&gt;Then she climbs down and goes into her house, up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;To her room. There she takes the moon out and lets lay on&lt;br /&gt;Her bed. For hours they talked, told secrets and giggled.&lt;br /&gt;Then they heard people asking where the moon was.&lt;br /&gt;Outside was so dark, they couldn’t find their ways.&lt;br /&gt;The old moon says to the little girl&lt;br /&gt;'Maybe you should put me back into the sky,&lt;br /&gt;So the people can find their way home at night'.&lt;br /&gt;The little girl agreed. So she picks up the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Puts him back into her pocket.&lt;br /&gt;She walks downstairs and goes outside.&lt;br /&gt;It was very dark, but she wasn’t afraid,&lt;br /&gt;She had her friend the moon to help&lt;br /&gt;Show her the way.&lt;br /&gt;She climbs back upon the roof, takes the moon out&lt;br /&gt;Of her pocket. holding him with both hands&lt;br /&gt;She tells the moon, 'I love you,&lt;br /&gt;We will still talk every night, but you must go back&lt;br /&gt;Give people light at nightime'.&lt;br /&gt;She leans over kisses the moon goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Then reaches back and tosses the moon&lt;br /&gt;Hard as she could back into the&lt;br /&gt;Nightime sky.&lt;br /&gt;Then the little girl and the moon hear, all the people&lt;br /&gt;Shouting and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;After everything quietened down&lt;br /&gt;The stars who were so happy the moon returned&lt;br /&gt;All gave the moon kisses.&lt;br /&gt;The little girl climbed down&lt;br /&gt;With the moon lighting her way&lt;br /&gt;Went inside up to her room&lt;br /&gt;Took one last peek out&lt;br /&gt;Blowing the moon a big kiss goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moon Struck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah Wasserstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;You're eyes bright and lively&lt;br /&gt;I turn my head to the moon&lt;br /&gt;And feel a brief wonderment&lt;br /&gt;Of what its like to be there on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;I wrap myself around the thought of being here with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;I talk to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Because he is the only one who would understand.&lt;br /&gt;I pull my knees close,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my life was just mood struck?&lt;br /&gt;Struck by the beauty of what could be&lt;br /&gt;And what couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;I feel a light breeze tickle my arms,&lt;br /&gt;Could the moon be talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;I should go home,&lt;br /&gt;But being with the mood&lt;br /&gt;Is better than being alone.&lt;br /&gt;Alone,&lt;br /&gt;Is like pulling out your hair&lt;br /&gt;One strand at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Painful and stressful.&lt;br /&gt;Moon struck again,&lt;br /&gt;He makes you see what you have,&lt;br /&gt;Even in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it could be possible,&lt;br /&gt;But I think I see a smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh&lt;br /&gt;At that sweet and beautiful thought.&lt;br /&gt;I feel my smile leave,&lt;br /&gt;The moon is fading,&lt;br /&gt;The sun will rise in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;A storm is brewing inside my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I can't alone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Fear replaces everything.&lt;br /&gt;Pain replaces fear.&lt;br /&gt;I smile,&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the moon fade&lt;br /&gt;And the sun light floods over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;William Topaz McGonagall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,&lt;br /&gt;Thou seemest most charming to my sight;&lt;br /&gt;As I gaze upon thee in the sky so high,&lt;br /&gt;A tear of joy does moisten mine eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,&lt;br /&gt;Thou cheerest the Esquimau in the night;&lt;br /&gt;For thou lettest him see to harpoon the fish,&lt;br /&gt;And with them he makes a dainty dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,&lt;br /&gt;Thou cheerest the fox in the night,&lt;br /&gt;And lettest him see to steal the grey goose away&lt;br /&gt;Out of the farm-yard from a stack of hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,&lt;br /&gt;Thou cheerest the farmer in the night,&lt;br /&gt;and makes his heart beat high with delight&lt;br /&gt;As he views his crops by the light in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,&lt;br /&gt;Thou cheerest the eagle in the night,&lt;br /&gt;And lettest him see to devour his prey&lt;br /&gt;And carry it to his nest away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,&lt;br /&gt;Thou cheerest the mariner in the night&lt;br /&gt;As he paces the deck alone,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of his dear friends at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,&lt;br /&gt;Thou cheerest the weary traveller in the night;&lt;br /&gt;For thou lightest up the wayside around&lt;br /&gt;To him when he is homeward bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,&lt;br /&gt;Thou cheerest the lovers in the night&lt;br /&gt;As they walk through the shady groves alone,&lt;br /&gt;Making love to each other before they go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light,&lt;br /&gt;Thou cheerest the poacher in the night;&lt;br /&gt;For thou lettest him see to set his snares&lt;br /&gt;To catch the rabbit and the hares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aren't they nice? (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;i like them.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm going to save them on my thmbdrive and bring it to school tomorrow so olivia and vernon and rayner can choose which one they want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115847253451449186?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115847253451449186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115847253451449186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115847253451449186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115847253451449186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/09/moon-poems.html' title='moon poems'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115842596252518331</id><published>2006-09-17T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T09:59:22.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just something short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ahh, it's...12.50. hmm, so late already. damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hehh. made a big achievement today by teaching my brother how to play the first four bars both hands for his new music piece (: (: (: aren't i clever? nehh, just kidding. i know i'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if i have time, i might post my progress report grades tomorrow (: highest? 80. and that's art. bahhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;everyone seems a little gloomy these days. even myself. i wonder why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*GOODNIGHT*, everyone (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115842596252518331?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115842596252518331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115842596252518331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115842596252518331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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being silly (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i like the colours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115824330180801628?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115824330180801628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115824330180801628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115824330180801628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115824330180801628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-me-being-crazy.html' title='just me being crazy'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115824072180596630</id><published>2006-09-14T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T06:32:04.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's happening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've been so worn down these days...sometimes i really wonder how i survive in school..but i know i'm not the only one like myself, because there're still my classmates and stuff. but, really, yesterday i was complaining so much that i was dying from exhaustion my mum got kind of irritated. she later told me she paid loads for one of my music lessons. like, i KNOW, but the problem is i was barely concentrating during the whole two hours. she expects me to have my butt glued onto the seat for two friggin' hours when i feel like some JELLYFISH!? she's got to be kidding me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and take lesson time. finals: AROUND THE CORNER.the study group thing isn't work that well. all of us have activities and yesterday while olivia and i were practising the poetry slam thing with mrs adris (our literature teacher), vernon and rayner, the rest of the study group were practically SLEEPING plus SLACKING at the library. like &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!@#$%*&amp;^%$@#^&amp;amp;&amp;*&amp;amp;!@#$~#$`#$%%^&amp;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%*&amp;amp;^%$@#^&amp;&amp;amp;*&amp;!@#$~#$`#$%%^&amp;amp;**&amp;^%$#@#$%^&amp;amp;**&amp;^%$#@#!@#^@#$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&amp;amp;^%$#@#$%^&amp;**&amp;amp;^%$#@#!@#^@#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*&amp;^^#!&amp;amp;*&lt;/span&gt;!! i already told selene to tell them to STUDY! okayy, i guess it's fine if they were slacking the other day...BUT WE HAVE TO START OUR STUDYING SOON! seen that, peepsies!? understood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;another thing i don't understand. TODAY. i seemed to be asking ms thang so many things during homec. she must have been a tad frustrated with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and today the poetry slam audition thing? vernon was FUNNY! he forgot his lines and said 'shit' twice in front of the two judges, mdm rosana (is that the way to spell her name?) and ms shiow. arghh. ah, no biggie. okayy, dinnertime now. byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115824072180596630?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115824072180596630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115824072180596630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115824072180596630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115824072180596630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-happening.html' title='what&apos;s happening?'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115797299231132415</id><published>2006-09-11T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T04:09:52.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>history and math common tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;results are out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;only for history and math, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE I GOT A2 FOR HISTORY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;41/55.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;74 6/11%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;close to A1, but still...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;math?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;U&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;31.5/50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;which is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wait, let me calculate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh i give up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;let me get my trusty calculator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*ten seconds later...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ehh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;63%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;which is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OHMYGOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;B4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okayy okayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm not to freak out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, this is GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have created a study group that consists of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-selene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-joycelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-shiming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-jasmine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-olivia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-jia yee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-and me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we're going to study everyday at white sands library except for busy days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and we're going to help one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;our expectations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NO &lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt; OR &lt;em&gt;F&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cool, ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i mean, it is. you can hang out with your friends and at the same time revise and also have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lowest we're going to: C5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no lower than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we got this study group idea from ms thang and everyone asking me to tutor them for english. so we made a schedule. i'm in charge of teaching and guiding everyone on english (DUH), biology and history. (: (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that's basically what we're going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LUCK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FINALS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;WELL&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/12372915-115797299231132415?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115797299231132415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115797299231132415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115797299231132415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115797299231132415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/09/history-and-math-common-tests_11.html' title='history and math common tests'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115797297333098710</id><published>2006-09-11T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T04:09:33.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>history and math common tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;results are out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;only for history and math, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE I GOT A2 FOR HISTORY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;41/55.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;74  6/11%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;close to A1, but still...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;math?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;U&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;31.5/50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;which is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wait, let me calculate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh i give up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;let me get my trusty calculator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*ten seconds later...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ehh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;63%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;which is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OHMYGOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;B4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okayy okayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm not to freak out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, this is GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have created a study group that consists of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-selene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-joycelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-shiming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-jasmine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-olivia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-jia yee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-and me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we're going to study everyday at white sands library except for busy days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and we're going to help one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;our expectations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NO &lt;em&gt;C&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt; OR &lt;em&gt;F&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cool, ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i mean, it is. you can hang out with your friends and at the same time revise and also have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lowest we're going to: C5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no lower than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we got this study group idea from ms thang and everyone asking me to tutor them for english. so we made a schedule. i'm in charge of teaching and guiding everyone on english (DUH), biology and history. (: (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that's basically what we're going to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LUCK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FINALS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;WELL&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/12372915-115797297333098710?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115797297333098710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115797297333098710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115797297333098710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115797297333098710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/09/history-and-math-common-tests.html' title='history and math common tests'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115786317541590415</id><published>2006-09-10T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T03:52:55.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things i learned on saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;read previous post first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ADVANTAGES of having 3 injured fingers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-it's a reason for not completing my homework...right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-teachers might give less homework..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-realising that my life's not that bad compared to people experiencing war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DISADVANTAGES of having 3 injured fingers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-my DNA is a whole trail left on the floor outside the ventilation room (i shall see it on tuesday..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-i can't write properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-i think everybody's grossed out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-can't 'function' properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-stupid fat gauze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-feeling helpless because my sis has to help me do 3/4 of my stuff like washing my shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-i keep my mum busier because she has to change my coverings every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-my fingers constantly hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-the blood and pus are gross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT I LEARNED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-if you get injured in the dark, you don't experience much of the pain because you're too absorbed just trying to find a speck of light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-you experience more pain in light (in my opinion) because when you see how bad the wound is, you start to feel the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-having 3 injured fingers gross everyone out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANKS TO (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-MDM ZAIBON &lt;em&gt;band teacher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-er hao &lt;em&gt;band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-jermain &lt;em&gt;band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-cheryl &lt;em&gt;band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-jessica &lt;em&gt;band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-qiyun &lt;em&gt;band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-joanne &lt;em&gt;band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-wan ping &lt;em&gt;classmate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-hilary &lt;em&gt;band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-kai ping &lt;em&gt;band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-my sis &lt;em&gt;family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-my mum &lt;em&gt;family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-my dad &lt;em&gt;family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-joycelyn &lt;em&gt;special friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-clarissa &lt;em&gt;special friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-selene &lt;em&gt;special friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-shiming &lt;em&gt;special friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-rachel &lt;em&gt;band&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-leo &lt;em&gt;classmate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;cheryl&lt;em&gt; classmate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115786317541590415?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115786317541590415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115786317541590415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115786317541590415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115786317541590415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-i-learned-on-saturday.html' title='things i learned on saturday'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115781809515522509</id><published>2006-09-10T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:23:45.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday and saturday and sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;drat. i can't type faster than before. now that's B-A-D.&lt;br /&gt;i shall explain why later.&lt;br /&gt;cut the long story short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday's Combined Leadership Farewell Party was G-R-E-A-T! yeahh, sure, some screw-ups and all, but we did GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;damn. my middle finger hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. now on to why i can't type fast and my middle finger hurts...&lt;br /&gt;had Band Interaction Day on saturday. then we were playing games. my group was blue and the person guiding us was er hao. filling up a holey bottle with water to the brim with the help of sponges, teaspoons, a plastic container, those things where you put cupcakes in and a chair, feeling what was in a box...&lt;br /&gt;THEN the Haunted Dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;i know that sounds nice to those thrill-seekers and 'I-ADORE-HORROR!!' people and those 'fearless' people and those bold people out in the world. but to me? NOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;jermain had already warned joanne and i. i was like thinking, &lt;em&gt;do we HAVE to go down?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;i'm afraid of all that kind of stuff.&lt;/em&gt; i'm more into the 'quiet side' (even if i can be noisy at times..)&lt;br /&gt;jermain said he had a really bad feeling about the Haunted Dungeon. yeahh, his guts were right. tell you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;we went down. ohmygoshhhhh, i was holding on to xueling and screaming. i knocked into them and then...i dunno. it was just so so so freaking dark and i couldn't see anything and then you know that racing heart, cold sweat breaking out, stomach plungling down, feel like retching feeling? yes, i experienced that because the people just broke you up and you couldn't see anything and they were haunting you. oh gosh..i vaguely remember yelling, 'somebody help me!' or something because i was really PANICKING!&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i was yelling for xueling and jermain (someone then whispered in my ear that jermain was missing). i think by that time i was practically in tears. i was really, really scared. then i dunno, i found something to grope to. then suddenly something slammed onto my fingers and i wrenched them away. like, owwwwww. i thought i'd placed my fingers on drum or something and then someone had banged my fingers with the drumstick! toot me.&lt;br /&gt;oh my goshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. then suddenly someone pulled me and i screamed because jermain had said that they might pull us into the ventilation room and bang and bang and bang and seriously terrify you. i think i was already thinking it was a nightmare i couldn't wake up from.&lt;br /&gt;eurghhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;after that i don't know...hmm. let me go down memory lane...&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah, i remember clinging on to someone and then that someone was, 'why are you pulling me...?' in a seriously ghostly way and i screamed even more. ohhhhh, i was petrified!! after that i think er hao suddenly opened the door (he was in charge of my group) and then i was like sooo happy to see light. like, FINALLY!! and then i popped in and found myself in the band room. the sight of it was really comforting. and then i realised that my finger was seriously bleeding. i think. and then everyone thought it was fake blood.&lt;br /&gt;xueling, beixi and the others finally came stumbling in. oh gosh, suddenly i realised that my fingers were really painful. for some funny but inexplicable reason, i just started crying. it really hurt. (well it hurts now too but less i think) jermain asked if i was okay and then reached into his bad and brought out some tissue. ah, the blood was HORRID. my skirt, PE shirt and FACE had blood. was i looking like some kind of person who'd just escaped war or something? maybe not. much less serious, i think...&lt;br /&gt;the people in charge on the lights and then after that they realised i must have been the one calling out someone's name. who was xueling. and then another person found out that i must have grabbed her. eurghhhhh. i knew i was a horrid mess. YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;i went out and then saw clarissa sitting on the bench near the general office around there and she took one look at me and went, 'god, stacey, what happened to you?'&lt;br /&gt;i think i was mute or something but on instinct i stretched out my hand and she like, gasped. i know. i was messy and dirty and...whatever. er hao and cheryl went to the general office but it was locked.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl made me wash my wounds. BLEH. that hurt. then mdm zaibon came (where did she come from?) and then told me nto to cry anymore and then to wash my cuts and blah and then she would take me to see the doctor. BLEHHHHHH. i have never been to the doctor for wounds.&lt;br /&gt;then jessica came too (from where i dunno) and then we went to the toilet near the field but then we discovered it was locked. so we went to the staff toilet. qiyun appeared from i-don't-know-where and then accompanied us. i went to change into my blouse and pe shorts and then i washed my hands again. then we went to the staff room to wait for mdm zaibon and then she came out. we went off and then jessica went back to lead her group and qiyun accompanied me to the doctor's.&lt;br /&gt;mdm zaibon paid for my bus fare because my ez-link card had no more money. we took 21 and went for one stop. went to the lily aw family clinic but had to wait for 10 patients. so went to another one. heh. in 5 minutes we were in the doctor's office. he said my wounds weren't that deep (THANK GOD!) before cleaning the wounds. then he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wrapped the gauze around my middle finger&lt;br /&gt;-put a plaster around my fourth&lt;br /&gt;-and did the same for my fifth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went outside to wait for the gauze. can you believe it? all of the wrapping and plasters plus extra gauze cause &lt;strong&gt;$41&lt;/strong&gt;!! gosh. so expensive. then we took a cab to aloha loyang because my mum's company was having a family day there.&lt;br /&gt;i called clarissa after i finished my meagre lunch. told her everything for 8 minutes and 26 seconds. my longest phone call on my cell. ((:&lt;br /&gt;my sis and i joined the adults. had quite a lot of fun. it was gross, though. i mean my middle and fourth fingers. could see all the blood and...&lt;br /&gt;okayy i shall not gross you out any further with my rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: got told by hilary on msn that my DNA's all in the band room. wow. how amazing. (which means all my blood outside the ventilation room) makes me think of a crime scene. wan ping said on msn that she was quite scared of blood. heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;see y'all monday, then (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115781809515522509?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115781809515522509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115781809515522509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115781809515522509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115781809515522509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/09/friday-and-saturday-and-sunday.html' title='friday and saturday and sunday'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115737470990326080</id><published>2006-09-06T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:32:55.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday and sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;haha (: saturday and sunday were so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mum had this family day thing from her office so we had to go. like, bleh. i hate this kind of family stuff. anyway, we went really late because my dad wanted us to wear sandals into the sea for fear of STONEFISH so we went to ang mo kio to get sandals and then the store didn't open. bah. in the end my dad found another store selling Crocs (imitation ones, of course) i got white ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay, so cut the bloody crap. we went to sentosa around 11-12+. yeah, so we got our lunch while listening to the entertainer, justin dominic something. he's an eurasian. he talked loads of crap. haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then later the family thing finally ended and we went to palawan beach. argh. have something really angry to tell you. i haven't even started and my blood's already boiling. okayy. i shall c-a-l-m down and tell you what happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my brother was playing at the water spouts and then my sis and i went to join him because my parents said it was too hot (it was about 2) and they wanted to read their newspapers first. okayy, so we were with our brother and then he lost his watering can. like bloody hell. he's such a careless person. so we were like searching for it and then we couldn't. dang. so we just watched our brother look for pebbles because he saw one little boy with pebbles (he has no friggin' sense of orginality, i tell you. if i do a card of some pattern, he always follows and makes the pattern on his card the same as mine. idiotic.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;later i was just standing there and looking at a mother play with her child. he was cute, man. and the mother looked kind of friendly, at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; GLANCE. my eyes travelled down to what the little boy was playing with. a spade, i think, and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MY BROTHER'S WATERING CAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;no doubt about it. there it was, with its pink body and purple cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i nudged my sister and told her about it. she glanced that way and then asked me if we should ask for it back. i was like thinking how cute the little boy looked with the watering can so i told my sis, 'let's let the little boy keep it.' okayy, so she agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;later the little boy let it go. my brother saw it and snatched it up. the mother saw the watering can in my bro's hand and she started, 'why did you take my boy's watering can?' or something as she scooped up her son into her arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my sis and i began explaining how my brother lost it and stuff, but obviously she was a stupid woman with no friggin' brains, no wonder she was so unreasonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'why did you have to snatch it away? did you ask for our permission? and how do you know that's it's yours? you look around, there are other children with the same watering can.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;tell her to go wear specs can? only ours and another group of children (my sis saw) with the same pink and purple one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my sis and i were already pleading my brother to give it back to the little boy. and that bloody freak went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'are you listening to me, girls? do you know what i'm saying? you're not teaching your brother good manners.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;like, P-L-E-A-S-E. then what was she teaching her son? to scold strangers who hadn't done anything wrong? she was like making a mountain out of a molehill! and obviously she thought WE took it, not our brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;YOU IDIOTIC BITCH&lt;em&gt;, i thought, as my sis, who hadn't even done anything wrong, APOLOGISED and gave the watering can BACK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;shit her&lt;em&gt;, i thought as we went off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and you know what she said as she turned back to her son? 'YOUR MANNERS DISGUST ME.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIT HER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, OKAY?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SHIT HER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. i don't care how rude i'm being now.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SHE DESERVES IT, THAT BITCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;we went back to our parents and began complaining in loud voices. i didn't freaking care how funny i looked, i just fired off. i was so angry. that nasty old bitch. think she's a queen or what? does she assume that everyone has to kow tow to her? like bloody hell, that idiot. NO WE DON'T. WE DON'T TAKE ORDERS FROM HER. WE DON'T LISTEN TO HER. WE DON'T APOLOGISE TO HER. WE DON'T NEED TO BLOODY CARE ABOUT HER. WE DON'T. AND THAT'S FINAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my dad, upon hearing it, folded up his newspapers and walked over to that woman. well, that friggin' serves her right. she shouldn't have lectured us in the first place. still thinking she has manners? yeah, right. i know i'm, to some people, over-reacting, but seriously, i think (not being thick-skinned at all) that i at least have more manners than her. i don't scold strangers in public. i don't lecture strangers. i don't take things that are not mine, not even money, or some other things. (not saying i'm a saint)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'why did you scold my daughters?' my dad asked that woman. my mum was behind, listening to everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'they snatched the watering can away from my son! do you think the watering can is theirs?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my dad queried if we'd snatched it, but we told him it was my brother. 'you have to understand, my son's quite young.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'okayy, but i mean, look around, there're kids with the same watering can,' the woman protested. FREAK. *snorts* she only wants to keep it. even a dumb person like me knew that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my dad looked around thoroughly. his eyesight is good, man. 'i don't see any. so how can the watering can be yours?' yes, thanks to my dad, because i think we left the watering can where the boy was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'so maybe your daughter left it somewhere else?' my dad asked. i knew he was trying to patient with this...ARGHHH. seriously, that was considered good, because he has a really bad temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'he's a BOY. and he's not like YOUR kids.' the woman retorted. who friggin' cares? the boy looked a little like a girl because of the way his hair curls. and my sis and i are TEENAGERS, you blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i think at that point my dad really lost his temper. 'so you think just because my boy is bad-mannered you can call him a girl?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'i'm not saying that, i'm just saying that your daughters were rude by snatching the can from my son--'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'just give the can back,' my dad half-yelled, half-said impatiently. the woman urged her son to give it back and when my father reached out to take it she pulled her son's hand back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'don't snatch it from my son! i'm trying to teach him good manners, alright?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;like, please, if SHE doesn't have manners, how can she teach her SON manners!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so she made her son give the can back and my father walked off huffily. man, we was pissed. i know she was using us as an excuse to protest to keep the can. like, please, we had already said it wasn't us who took the can, it was my brother. HMPH. bitchy freak. she's the one with no manners, that's what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know, all of us nowadays use all this words as though they're okay to use kind of thing as though we're saying bread or jam or something. but no. when i mean BITCH, i do mean BITCH. and when i mean FREAK, i do mean FREAK. i know i'm being uber-rude to call someone that, but in the first place she wasn't even supposed to have the can with her. i realised this when i watched Ocean's Twelve, when they were discussing on how to rob that someone they were targetting. they called him 'freak' and then one of them was like so offended. he went, ' do you have to use that word? y'know, FREAK?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the rest were like, 'what's wrong with it?' kind of thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe there is something wrong with it. there IS, in fact. definition: loads. but for this post, it's...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a person or animal that is markedly unusual or deformed&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;see? means the person is ABNORMAL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;which reminds me. anyone read 'Fantastic Freaks' by this guy called Mike something? i mean, not by him; i think he edited it or something. okay, back on track. the first story was on this guy the Elephant Man. his story is kind of sad. check out the link about him for his full story:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Merrick"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Merrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway, my parents told the three of us to play at the beach. great! fun time. only problem was that after that incident, i was in no mood to play. ohh, well. we did after a while. i built my sand turtle and watched people play in the water. it was amazing, the way everything looked. i just adore the beach. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my sister stayed in the water most of the time. so did my brother. occassionally they came and splashed water onto my turning-lobster-red back. haha. anyway after that my parents came and then we had a MAJOR fun time! haha. my mum and i made sand turtles. after i finished, i dug and dug and dug and let the water splash in to make a moat. (: fun fun fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway, as i dug, more water flowed in and handicapped my turtle (it washed away the legs and tail and then the head. booooooooooo). after that the water destroyed the shell into some kind of rock shape. sad. but it r&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/12%20apostles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;eminded me of the 12 Apostles, which are beautiful. (: okayy, even if one has broken down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/1600/12%20apostles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/1045/320/12%20apostles.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;after that we went to bathe. mm-hm. they'd renovated the toilets. now it was so nice (: there were many cubicles. bad thing was that the jet of water was really hard and it made my back (which was sunburnt) really hurt. OWW. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think that ends my day at sentosa (: it was so fun and i'm so brown now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;whoo! played with water too. only thing was that it was at wild wild wet. haha. and it was in the late afternoon, late evening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was so so so crazy! we were playing at the Professor's Playground and we sat from the heaviest to the lightest: my father, my mother, then my sister, me and then my brother. stupid. he kept kicking my back and pulling me when we reached the bottom. he's so annoying. maybe i should go gain weight and be heavier than my sister so i won't have to sit with my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when we slid down the slides, sometimes we would get stuck. haha. or sometimes my sister would lose her grip on my mother and then my parents will go sliding down first while the rest of us three siblings would go down after them. okayy, it could be quite dangerous, but most of the time when we went off the slide, we would be laughing like maniacs, my sister and i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;that's all, folks!&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/12372915-115737470990326080?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115737470990326080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115737470990326080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;And I'm just dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Counting the ways to where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm twenty-two for a moment&lt;br /&gt;She feels better than ever&lt;br /&gt;And we're on fire&lt;br /&gt;Making our way back from Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen there's still time for you&lt;br /&gt;Time to buy and time to lose&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen, there's never a wish better than this&lt;br /&gt;When you only got a hundred years to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirty-three for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Still the man, but you see I'm a they&lt;br /&gt;A kid on the way&lt;br /&gt;A family on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forty-five for a moment&lt;br /&gt;The sea is high&lt;br /&gt;And I'm heading into a crisis&lt;br /&gt;Chasing the years of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen there's still time for you&lt;br /&gt;Time to buy and&lt;br /&gt;Time to lose yourself&lt;br /&gt;Within a morning star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen I'm all right with you&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen, there's never a wish better than this&lt;br /&gt;When you only got a hundred years to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half time goes by&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're wise&lt;br /&gt;Another blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;Sixty-seven is gone&lt;br /&gt;The sun is getting high&lt;br /&gt;We're moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ninety-nine for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Dying for just another moment&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Counting the ways to where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen there's still time for you&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-two I feel her too&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-three you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;Every day's a new day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen there's still time for you&lt;br /&gt;Time to buy and time to choose&lt;br /&gt;Hey fifteen, there's never a wish better than this&lt;br /&gt;When you only got a hundred years to live&lt;div 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gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115734680246676565</id><published>2006-09-04T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:15:59.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 years by Five for Fighting</title><content type='html'>hey (:&lt;br /&gt;this video is featuring harry potter.&lt;br /&gt;song: 100 years&lt;br /&gt;singer: Five for Fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know his voice is a bit kuku, but anyway, this song is like nice. introduced to me by my sister. (: and his name Five for Fighting is not a band, it's just one person. dunno what's his real name, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it please (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERmASODB_q8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERmASODB_q8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115734680246676565?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115734680246676565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115734680246676565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115734680246676565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115734680246676565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/09/100-years-by-five-for-fighting.html' title='100 years by Five for Fighting'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115707222269611401</id><published>2006-09-01T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T01:45:07.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers' day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ha. yesterday was teachers' day celebration. came to school around 6.50 am and met jackie (classmate) at the zebra crossing and we went up to class. a few people were already there. doodled in class and went down at 7 with mushroom to help clarissa with her pineapple tarts. goodness. one whole big bag! then she told us she'd walked all the way to school from home. no wonder it was heavy to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after that we went down for aces workout and we had to wait for a short while for something (whatever it is, i don't know). ms cai looked kind of sporty with a pink sleeveless top, dark three-quarter pants and sneakers, if i'm not wrong. either way, she still looked sporty. then we did the aces thing. like, bloody hell, the steps were so difficult and then ms cai made them look so friggin' easy!! damn. then we did it the second time with a black eyed peas (is it like that?) song and then later we did it the THIRD time with another black eyed peas song. stupid. so many times! and ms cai was obviously enjoying herself. arghh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;later those who were in charge of the teachers' day party preparation shot up to class. i was quite angry, actually. only jasmine, olivia, maybe vernon, maybe jackie, maybe wan ping, maybe samantha and i were doing the preparation okay! and the rest were just fooling around and making a hell lot of noise. idiots. so pissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and then we had to do the decoration for the friggin' notice board and then we had to paint and stuff and everyone wasn't even helping can! angry angry angry. i did the majority for the notice board's H-A-P-P-Y T-E-A-C-H-E-R-S-' D-A-Y. painted the H, A, P, P, T, A, C, H, E, S, ', D, A and Y (the rest of the letters were reused from the national day decoration) with the help of olivia and wan ping. then later had to cut them out. the cardboard was, like, quite thin, but then after about doing every letter until the apostrophe (H, A, P, P, T, A, C, H, E and S) my hand was so so so so so SO sore from all the cutting and turning and plucking of cardboard. god...it was so tiring okay? plus i had to finish all in an hour's time. damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i managed to finish the last Y just in time as the rest of 1E5 from the concert came streaming in. like bloody hell, the staples kept finishing. damn damn damn. and then after that some people started to snag the food. shan't name who it/ they was/ were...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mrs goh and ms thang came shortly afterwards and we wished them happy teachers' day (: everyone started eating. there were chicken wings and drumsticks, nuggets, fish balls, pepsi gold, green tea, ice apple tea, potato chips, strawberry rolls for the teachers, a long pandan cheese roll, a chocolate roll and i think another drink or something. yepp. it was a downright cute 'feast'. then funny willy (my uncle (= ) started doing the whole crazy 'yam-seng' thing. some were hilarious, like ms thang and mrs goh grow prettier as they grow older (they're already so pretty, still need to look prettier!!?), wei cong shrink (he's the tallest guy in class. about 1.78 m i think...) and daddy selene become a 'cao3 gu1'. whatever that is. isn't being called mo2 gu1 enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;haha. after that jasmine and i went down to the homec room to loan a table knife to cut the rolls. it was kind of quiet and jasmine noticed that they changed the tabletops. to tell the truth, i forgot how the old one looked like. haha (: then we cut some rolls and gave them to the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and we couldn't believe it when huang2 lao3 shi1 came back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;by then it was about 10.15 i think, so we all started clearing up the mess on the desks. jasmine had brought rags along, so we used the pails the school had provided and began clearing the crumbs and all sorts away and wiped the tables. then later we pushed away all the desks in the middle of the classroom and yun xun got a mop or something (was it him?) and then they began mopping the floor. then uncle willy began singing the 'xi3 shua1 shua1, xi3 shua1 shua1' song. IDIOT! lol. so lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after that we pushed all the desks to their original place and mrs goh made us wait because she wanted the math files but i think the majority of the class didn't bring it. in the end she extended the deadline to monday, when we have oral. dang. at least i've passed it up. and then we had our 'teachers' day present' from mrs goh: a MATH PAPER FROM ANGLO-CHINESE SCHOOL. see, what nice homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we greeted mrs goh and ms thang goodbye and happy teachers' day afterwards and went off. since there was this PSL meeting, i waited until about 11.15. dammit. my primary school friend (elaine from 1E2) got a little impatient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after that we walked to white sands third floor and met with my old classmates jennifer, xiang yun, marvyn (who's playing the trombone in hai sing too) and clarissa. they all looked the same. we waited for natalie and then we went off. jennifer was being ultra silly. she bought chicken pies from Cottage Pies and since it was drizzling slightly when we walked to Coral. jennifer brought out her umbrella and covered her chicken pies. so silly. elaine and i were laughing throughout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;later we went to school and caught up with others like stephanie, fiona, estalla, ying ying, ming, jing hui, susanti, roseanna and rachel. loads and loads and loads. everyone still looked the same! it was like we were still in 6/2 or something. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;met mrs tan bian later. so great. gave her my sis and my crumpled present (she laughed) and the card. haha. then later we went up to the staff room to look for mr yeo. HE FORGOT MY NAME. actually he forgot almost everyone's name. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;stayed in school and chatted like mad with everybody. it was so fun. zhi qi and jansen and yu cheng (prefect in hai sing) were there too. crazy. later susanti and roseanna took 359 with me to white sands. roseanna went to buy fries and then after that she went home, while susanti and i went around white sands. my sis had departed to tampines mall with her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we went around and later we went up. susanti was asking me what did rambutan rhymed with and i replied, 'rambutan rhymes with orang utan.' and then suddenly susanti turned around. okay, then she influenced me to turn around and i did and there was chi min from 6/2. idiot. so scary can...suddenly just appear from nowhere. then we started talking about everything. dang! he's like 1.70! bloody hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;haha. so we talked and talked and talked until it was about 6. then my sis and i bade them adieu and then we went down and went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;such a nice day (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115707222269611401?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115707222269611401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115707222269611401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115707222269611401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115707222269611401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/09/teachers-day.html' title='teachers&apos; day'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115694066904107617</id><published>2006-08-30T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T05:24:29.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!! common tests are 4 letters: OVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but so many things to do during the september holidays. bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) homec design brief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) reading reflections with a 'how i spent my holidays and what do i think of it' reflection letter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) band (tuesday and thursday, 9-11)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) PSL bonding session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) combined farewell night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and MOST IMPORTANTLY OF ALL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)ORAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;boo. i hate oral. and i don't like the examiner MDM LYDIANA (spelled like that right...?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115694066904107617?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115694066904107617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115694066904107617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115694066904107617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115694066904107617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/over.html' title='OVER!'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115684762953061988</id><published>2006-08-29T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T03:33:49.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;higher chinese composition and history common test today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i chose number 2, jian1 chi2 dao4 di3. wondered why i chose that, though. i wrote about this boy called a1 ming2 (i invented him, of course) who is really lazy and all he cares about is playing computer games. in my composition, it is about him finally realising that playing all day will take him nowhere, so he starts studying for his PSLE and gets 245. (bah) and then the last part was, like, him thanking his father for motivating and encouraging him all the while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what a stupid story. i think i'm going to fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;history common test was fine. mushroom daddy finished like in half an hour!!? and mr jo was like raising his eyebrows at her as if to say, 'you're DONE?' before going to her to look at her answers. i did admit, i was giggling a bit behind my paper because mr jo stifled his laugh when he looked at some of her answers. i was thinking, &lt;em&gt;were her answers really funny?&lt;/em&gt; felt like having a look (: lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then after that i don't know what happened to me. i yelled at &lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; got very upset. (boo.) i  yelled at &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; because &lt;strong&gt;she &lt;/strong&gt;didn't want to do the jian3 bao4 thing that zhao4 lao3 shi1 told us to hand up last tuesday but &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;, clar and i didn't have enough time to complete it. then now he said we had to do in order to earn our friggin' CA marks and now &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; didn't want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after i cooled down, i realised how &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; i was being to have &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yelled&lt;/span&gt; at her. i mean, she's helped me in a lot of ways and she's always making me laugh even if i'm angry. well, i think you can say i owe her loads. and then i also realised that i must have been too &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;harsh&lt;/span&gt; on her because she was really tired and wanted to go home to rest. and i said she was being too inflexible too. maybe i was the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;REAL &lt;/span&gt;one being &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;inflexible&lt;/span&gt;. oh well. i think it was because i wanted things to go my way. i can be quite spoiled at times, too. and maybe i have some &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;attitude problems&lt;/span&gt; too. no wonder my dad keeps nagging at me to change my attitude. i shall always take his advice from now on then, i guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after that when school had ended, she went off to file her english stuff. clar, candy, olivia (the current chairman), joycelyn, xue ling and i were sitting at the table eating our stuff. then hong kai (leo) and jun wei were eating their lunch at the next table. then i noticed that hong kai was still carrying his bag while eating. he looked such a funny sight i couldn't help but tell the rest at my table. then candy got this silly idea of calling him and then when he turned we would laugh. haha. all of us, being quite lame but high at the same time, agreed to it. so candy went, 'HONG KAI!!' and when he turned our whole table burst out laughing because we found his expression quite funny. :D hahhaha. hilarious! next time we called him, he turned away. boo. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;later we tried calling other people but when they turned only one or two of us laughed. no more fun..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;erghhh. later she came (understand who i'm talking about right?) and then i summoned up the courage to apologise to her (like i understand, saying sorry is one of the most hardest things to do, especially if you keep having that feeling that you're right) and i think she accepted (did she?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah, then i waited for her as she finished her two curry soaked pratas and her can of bandung. haha. then when we were walking she tipped her art folio unknowingly and then four colour pencils, one by one, dropped out. well, she didn't know. then i alerted her and she hurriedly scooped them up. lol. hilarious. whops, being evil again. she found her orange colour pencil under a red car and she put her blue worksheet file and art folio onto the hood and went to pick it up (: the hood wasn't scratched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;later we met candy, clar, selene, xue ling, olivia, jia yee, joycelyn, jasmine and jason from 1E6 at NTUC. we bought those knid of chicken wings with 3 joints, disposable plates, cups and forks, potato chips, onion rings and others i can't remember. yepp. haha. we got a trolley that was 3/4 loaded with the people's books and bags and 1/4 of food and disposable stuff (: so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after that when we went up, clar bought mai4 ya2 tang2 (is it? forgot the name) and she (know who again?) bought a small tub of cotton candy. pink on top, pale green below. haha (: all of us devoured it up and she only got a little. /: sorry. yeah, oli and shimin got ice-cream. oli wanted people to feed her because she didn't have anymore hands and then one time the cotton candy stuck to my finger and when i wanted to feed oli the piece dropped. aww. wasted. \:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after that she, clar and i went to the library to do the idiotic jian3 bao4 thing. ended up laughing like crazy and only doing some. (: lol. at least we did something. after that we went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;such a meaningful day with a lesson for me to learn: &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; think before you leap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;seems a bit like doing reflections!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115684762953061988?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115684762953061988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115684762953061988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115684762953061988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115684762953061988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115676081767533241</id><published>2006-08-28T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T03:26:57.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>english and physics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;amazing! after about a year and a half of blogging, i have 75 posts already (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;english and physics common tests today. english was okay. i wrote a total 567 words for my composition on life in primary school (ugh). well, that's if i didn't count wrongly. overshot by 67 words. ms ng's going to fry me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ooh! ms ng. suddenly remembered what happened this afternoon about 2 hours ago. (shall tell you later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;physics--just the same. i mean, there's always those stupid questions which, according to my standard, are difficult and make me lose my self-esteem (not saying i have much, but still). and when that happens, i just tend to forget everything i've studied. i know how i get that feeling. it's because of the fact that i know i'm not good at physics. (great at chemistry, though (: not that i'm boasting or anything. i mean, if you like the subject you just tend to study harder for that one...right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my fever's finally freaking over. lol. so many 'f's in that sentence. but i'm glad it's gone. i don't want to have some major sickness for one whole bloody week. actually to tell the truth, my fever WAS about a week (6 days, starting wednesday until this afternoon). oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now the only thing i have to get rid of my sore throat and occasional runny nose. (: my parents made me keep panadols in my bag yesterday night in case my fever came back (it did for...chinese lesson) and throat lozenges. normally throat lozenges are like, orange-flavoured (: but mine (actually my mum's when she had sore throat) was grape (: ee hee hee. grape's nice. and the lozenges are dark glowing purple in colour. just kidding. it's not that glowing. just describing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay, the ms ng thing today. majority of the class were acting like monkeys during mr jo's 2 periods (history) when all of a sudden ms ng came with her head at the doorway. and on her face was a downright angry frown okay? i'm telling you, it was kind of scary when the whole class suddenly switched to silent mode. and mr jo, drowned by a sea of girls whom he was explaining history stuff, poked his head out and went, 'ehh, what happened? suddenly so quiet.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then the vice-chairman went, 'class stand...' and ms ng replied with a curt, 'no NEED.' and walked into the classroom with that awful frown. then she began saying that we better take out our books and start reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;god, i was quite scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, i just began revising history. then suddenly ms ng was like telling everyone to pack their bags and go outside but i went to finish hearing mr jo's lecture (so-called). (: ohh well. i hadn't been making noise, after all. then after that we went down to outside the HOD room where there were benches and ms ng let those who honestly hadn't been making noise sit on the benches. the rest were made to sit at the ledges outside the prefect's room in one whole straight line. (xue ling was complaining about ms ng being unfair to me on msn just now, but i guess ms ng has her reasons for punishing...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, i continued revising history, all the while pitying those innocent ones sitting on the floor. i think clarissa got a little fed up with me, because after a while, she went, 'why don't you just go up to ms ng and stand up for them?' but i can't because i'm a STUDENT whereas ms ng is a TEACHER. and please, 'stand up for them' makes them sound like they are slaves with no rights. problem is, they're not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway after that ms ng let us off. (whewww) so relieved. then jasmine, selene and i went up to the classroom to retrieve selene's history textbook because ms ng said she was going to have a look at our marks. (whoops.) was feeling a bit like searching for some deadly enemy as an agent because ms ng had "shooed" us home and we were prohibited to go up. shi min was waiting for selene. well, it was a success. we didn't get caught (wheww again). after that we saw shiming, selene and shi min at the void deck. realised later selene and shi min were waiting with shiming to get a ride home from shiming's mum. (lazy bums (: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;jasmine and i walked to white sands. we saw joycelyn and jia yee ahead. we ran and then at the bridge, jasmine tapped them. (: so fun. haha. then we continued the way to white sands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i hate hate hate zhao4 lao3 shi1!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;not because of the zuo4 wen2 marks he gave me (32/70 and 12/20). it's his attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i hate him i hate him i hate him i hate him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe if i say that a million times, he might just drop dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;even though i know he's quite young (appraoching thirty, though...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115676081767533241?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115676081767533241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115676081767533241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115676081767533241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115676081767533241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/english-and-physics.html' title='english and physics'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115658470368428391</id><published>2006-08-26T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T02:31:43.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>piano exam</title><content type='html'>i failed.&lt;br /&gt;F-A-I-L-E-D.&lt;br /&gt;i needed 19 more marks to pass. (passing mark is 100)&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;my mum's so bad. she said she has to waste money to let me retake the exam again.&lt;br /&gt;like it's my fault!?&lt;br /&gt;it's so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;and now i feel like crying a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115658470368428391?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115658470368428391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115658470368428391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115658470368428391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115658470368428391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/piano-exam.html' title='piano exam'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115650839637077471</id><published>2006-08-25T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T05:19:56.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the swan</title><content type='html'>listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QxzSFvcHp4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QxzSFvcHp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115650839637077471?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115650839637077471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115650839637077471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115650839637077471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115650839637077471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/swan.html' title='the swan'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115650622149285930</id><published>2006-08-25T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T04:43:41.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got a fever, i'm hot...</title><content type='html'>whoo!&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;this is my third day having a fever.&lt;br /&gt;or fourth.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;tee hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;add in a sore throat too (:&lt;br /&gt;funny thing is i feel kind of normal.&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;common tests are coming. english and math and physics and i dunno what else.&lt;br /&gt;too tired to think.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't even know how i got the fever.&lt;br /&gt;stay away from me!&lt;br /&gt;my sore throat's contagious.&lt;br /&gt;and good luck to everyone who are having exams now especially the secondary 4s (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115650622149285930?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115650622149285930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115650622149285930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115650622149285930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115650622149285930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-got-fever-im-hot.html' title='i got a fever, i&apos;m hot...'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115624213677271625</id><published>2006-08-22T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T03:22:16.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aww...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah. honestly, that's the way i'm feeling now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;jermain said my flute has a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so i changed to another one which they loaned to anglican before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;he said the new one was heavier but i didn't feel any difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, the new one is an open-hole flute. which means some of the keys have holes. so that means from now on i shall have to take note of my fingers covering the holes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;normally sec ones use..i dunno, close-hole flutes? ohh, whatever. what i mean is the juniors' flutes have no holes in their keys. and the seniors use open-hole ones. every single one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and it was damn funny when we had to play the tone builders and covington square (yes i finally remember the title of this song!). i had to keep rolling in the mouthpiece if not i would be out of tune. well most of the time i was. bah. jermain had to keep reminding me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lol. it was embarrassing most of the time because i could hear myself being out of tune. stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;arghh. so many tests coming. going to die. there's like more than 7, i guess. so manyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;great. going bonkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115624213677271625?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115624213677271625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115624213677271625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115624213677271625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115624213677271625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/aww.html' title='aww...'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115599170734694150</id><published>2006-08-19T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T05:48:27.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lyrics for 'breaking free'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;BREAKING FREE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;we're soarin', flyin', there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriella:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;if we're tryin', so we're breakin' free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;you know the world can see us, in a way that's different than who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriella:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;creating space between us, 'til we're separate hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but your faith, it gives me strength, strength to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORUS 1:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;we're breakin' free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriella:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;we're soarin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;flyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;if we're tryin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yeah we're breakin' free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;oh we're breakin' free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriella:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;oohhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;can you feel it buildin', like a wave the ocean just can't control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriella:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;connected by a feelin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ohhhhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriella:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;in our very souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;very souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rising 'til it lifts us up, so everyone can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORUS 1:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;we're breakin' free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriella:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;we're soarin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;flyin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;if we're tryin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yeah we're breakin' free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;oh we're breakin' free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORUS 2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriella:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ohhhhhhh, runnin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;climbin', to get to the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to be all that we can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;now's the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so we're breakin' free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;we're breaking free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oohh yaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;more than hope, more than faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriella:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;this is true, this is fate, and together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we see it coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;more than you, more than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriella:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;not a want, but a need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;both of us breaking free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriella:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;soarin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;flyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach, if we're tryin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;yeah we're breakin' free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORUS 2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriella:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;breakin' free, we're runnin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;oohhh climbin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to get to the place to be all that we can be, now's the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;now's the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriella:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;so we're breakin' free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;troy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;oh breakin' free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriella:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you know the world can see us, in a way that's different than who we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115590083792549038</id><published>2006-08-18T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T04:36:29.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;breaking free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sung by &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;troy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gabriella&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;from the movie &lt;em&gt;high school musical&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAlTrCutQCA&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAlTrCutQCA&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to sing it for the farewell night (: with many PSL people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;breakaway&lt;/span&gt; sung by &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kelly clarkson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;from the movie &lt;em&gt;princess diaries 2: royal engagement&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r53pHcpT3xw"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r53pHcpT3xw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yet another one.&lt;br /&gt;where is the love? by black eyed peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u99cMnI8P1c&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u99cMnI8P1c&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry potter(: nice! my all-time favourite movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115590083792549038?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115590083792549038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115590083792549038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115590083792549038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115590083792549038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/music-videos.html' title='music videos'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115581505675768930</id><published>2006-08-17T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T04:44:16.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;happy birthday to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;happy birthday to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;happy birthday dear joycelyn and tessa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;happy birthday to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;whoo! today is joycelyn's and tessa's (my sis) birthday. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh, can i say a few words? my guppy ice died. \: and i cooked hokkien mee for homec today. (: ms thang gave us a glass of sweet juice (dunno what's that) with cocktail each and made me wash the two jugs. lol. and she had to loan me an apron today because my sis didn't bring it home. boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115581505675768930?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115581505675768930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115581505675768930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115581505675768930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115581505675768930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthdays-again.html' title='birthdays again'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115414948609367732</id><published>2006-08-17T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T04:39:10.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more nice emails to read..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yupp, there're more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'just want to tell you i cherish you, my friend!' sent to me by rino, one of my ex-classmates from 6/2 (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE starts with a SMILE, grows with a KISS and ends with a TEAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD FRIENDS are HARD to FIND, HARDER to LEAVE and IMPOSSIBLE to forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can only go as far as you push. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ACTIONS speak LOUDER than WORDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DON'T let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LIFE'S SHORT. If you don't look around once in a while, you might miss it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A BEST FRIEND is like a FOUR LEAF CLOVER, HARD to FIND and LUCKY to HAVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some people make the world SPECIAL by just being in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BEST FRIENDS are the SIBLINGS God forgot to give us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When it hurts to look BACK and you're scared to look AHEAD, look BESIDE you and your best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;friend WILL be THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;TRUE FRIENDSHIP 'NEVER' ENDS. Friends are FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Good friends are like STARS. You don't always see them, but you knwo they're ALWAYS there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DON'T FROWN. You NEVER know who's falling in love with your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;What do you do when the only person who can make you STOP crying is the person who MADE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;NOBODY is PERFECT until you fall in LOVE with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Everything is OKAY in the end. If it's NOT okay, then it's NOT the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Most people walk IN and OUT of your life, but only FRIENDS will leave FOOTPRINTS in your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HEART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Remember, every minute spent being ANGRY is sixty minutes of HAPPINESS WASTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A prayer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;May today there be peace within you. May you trust God that you're exactly where you were meant to be. I believe that friends are quiet angels who life us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Following up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have you EVER wondered which hurts the most: saying SOMETHING and wishing you HADN'T or saying NOTHING and wishing HAD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The MOST IMPORTANT things are the HARDEST things to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Your heart decides whom it LIKES and whom it DOESN'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You CAN'T tell your heart WHAT to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It does it on its OWN, when you least SUSPECTS it or even when you DON'T want it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Have you ever WANTED to love someone with EVERYTHING you had, but that person was too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;AFRAID to tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Too many of us stay WALLED UP because we're too afraid to CARE too much for FEAR that the other person does not care as much or even at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Have you ever DENIED your feelings for someone because your FEAR of REJECTION was too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HARD to handle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life is ALL about RISKS that requires you to JUMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DON'T be a person who has to look BACK and WONDER what they'd have done, or COULD have had done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;What would you do if you NEVER got the chance to say I am friends with all of my family and they know I LOVE them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;PEOPLE LIVE, BUT PEOPLE DIE. And I want to tell you that you are a FRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;You might be BEST FRIENDS one year, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;PRETTY GOOD friends the next year, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;DON'T TALK THAT OFTEN the next, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and DON'T WANT TO TALK AT ALL the year after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So, I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life, you are SPECIAL to me and you have made a DIFFERENCE in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Let old friends know you HAVEN'T forgotten them and tell new friends you NEVER will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Remember, EVERYONE needs a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someday you might feel like you have NO FRIENDS at all, just remember this e-mail and take COMFORT in knowing somebody out there CARES about YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AND ALWAYS WILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;utstanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;nbelievable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;eally great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;antastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ewarding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;ntelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xcellent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;elightful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;pecial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;appy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nteresting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;recious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My Wish for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wish you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happiness on a cloudy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Blue skies to chase your cares away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A breath of fresh air when you are feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anything to get rid of that frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A sprinkle of rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And a life free of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wish you warmth from the rays of the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And a lifetime of joy and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just keep your eyes to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And know I am always nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You treat me so right.I'm so glad we don't fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can count on you to always be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You make me feel good as only you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks for being the right one for me and encouraging me to be all I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For your smile,I'd walk for miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For your touch,I'd give you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For your kiss,I'd give you sheer bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For your hand,I will always understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For your love,I'd give all you can conceive of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;another one: the sasha joke, sent to me by my sis (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a friend called Sasha.One day I went to Sasha's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I go to Sasha's home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I knock on Sasha's door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sasha open door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I see Sasha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sasha mama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sasha papa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sasha brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But no Sasha sister!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I ask Sasha, "Wha' happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She said, "I ate 'em."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I say, "Sasha, you bad girl! You ate your own sister?! I don't talk to you no more..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But Sasha my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So the next day, I go to Sasha's home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I go to Sasha's home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I knock on Sasha's door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sasha open door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I see Sasha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sasha mama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sasha papa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But no Sasha brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I ask Sasha, "Wha' happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She says, "I ate 'em."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I say, "Sasha, you bad girl! You ate your own brother?! I don't talk to you no more..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But Sasha my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So the next day, I go to Sasha's home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I go to Sasha's home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I knock on Sasha's door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sasha open door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I see Sasha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sasha mama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But no Sasha papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I ask Sasha, "Wha' happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;She says, "I ate 'em."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I say, "Sasha, you bad girl! You ate your own papa?! I don't talk to you no more..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But Sasha my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So the next day, I go to Sasha's home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I go to Sasha's home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I knock on Sasha's door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sasha open door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I see Sasha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But no Sasha mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I ask Sasha, "Wha' happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She says, "I ate 'em."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I say, "Sasha, you bad girl! You ate your own mama?! I don't talk to you no more..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But Sasha my BEST friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So the next day, I go to Sasha's home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I go to Sasha's home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I knock on Sasha's door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sasha open door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I see Sasha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sasha MAMA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sasha PAPA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sasha SISTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and Sasha BROTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I ask Sasha, "Wha' happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She answered, regretfully, " I burped."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cute, isn't this sasha one?i thought it was kind of funny.&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/12372915-115414948609367732?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115414948609367732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115414948609367732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115414948609367732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115414948609367732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-nice-emails-to-read.html' title='more nice emails to read..'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115581486875061675</id><published>2006-08-16T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T04:41:08.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13</title><content type='html'>happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's my birthday today. cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115581486875061675?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115581486875061675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115581486875061675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115581486875061675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115581486875061675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/13.html' title='13'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115564253676887901</id><published>2006-08-15T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T04:55:52.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the guppies and band</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;got to see the guppies yesterday. we got a silvery blue male guppy and an orange yellow female guppy. decided to name them ice (male) and fire (female). i was thinking of winter and summer. cool and hot. NICE (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, went to the general science lab with clarissa today before band and found out that fire was DEAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;only one freaking day and it DIED. amazing, yes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;fire's weaker than clar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh man. clar. shouldn't have brought her up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay. and ice the male was still swimming around happily in the tank, as if to say, 'oh, it's a glorious day today...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;like the day was EVER glorious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah, so the both of us changed the tank water, cleaned it, threw fire into the tank where all the dead females were (to tell the truth, all were dead today, but yesterday some including fire were still alive) and put ice back in. no more mate. ice is too immature too understand. lol. he was so silly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i transferred him to another tank so we could clean the original one, then he didn't or couldn't or wouldn't come out of the net. stupid. then i had to keep going, 'get out, you silly fish!' finally he went out. and then he went BACK in. idiotic, ain't it? still, i managed to 'wrestle' him back into the tank. after that we put him back and stuff. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway for band today we were playing 'tone builders for developing bands' by james curnow or something. yeah i'm right. and then later this song called something. sorry. forgot already. starting with c. by james swearingen. (see, so many james.) so fast! could only play 20% of the song. BLEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and then er hao later told us we were now part of the main band. like, whoo! so cool. must be damn nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ohh (: saw huiqin at white sands popular. i went there to get something and clarissa and i were looking at all the books. then after we saw one book called 'the book on friendship' or something. forgot already. sorry again. and then i was reading it. there was this quote by a governor something something. SORRY AGAIN I REALLY FORGOT. it was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;a committee is a group of people who come together to get something done but in the end never get anything done&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;or something like that. can't remember the exact quote. yeah. kind of cute, ain't it? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and my BIRTHDAY's tomorrow!! can't wait. not for the presents and happy birthday greetings, of course. just want to have a nice day with my classmates and not go crazy over the noise level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don't need presents, really. just a nice birthday will do. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115564253676887901?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115564253676887901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115564253676887901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115564253676887901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115564253676887901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/guppies-and-band.html' title='the guppies and band'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115547695009035229</id><published>2006-08-13T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T06:49:10.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my weird life</title><content type='html'>ohh, this whole week's been kind of stressful yet happy.&lt;br /&gt;funny, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my life.&lt;br /&gt;it's always weird.&lt;br /&gt;it's always a combination of something good and yet something bad too.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i have a thousand things to say and yet at the same time i have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel busy but i'm quite free at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;like i said, it's always a funny combination.&lt;br /&gt;i shall give you all more nice emails to read the next time. tata (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115547695009035229?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115547695009035229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115547695009035229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115547695009035229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115547695009035229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-weird-life_13.html' title='my weird life'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115544331533975337</id><published>2006-08-13T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:28:35.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family tree</title><content type='html'>yay! am part of a family (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy *Selene-----------Mummy *Joycelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Ah Sweet) *Candy, (Crazy Twin Bubbles) *Shiming, (Crazy Twin Daisy) *Me,  *Wei Xuan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy's younger brother who is our Uncle: Uncle Pineapple *Chin Hoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mummy's younger brother who is our Uncle too: Uncle *Willy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tee hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115544331533975337?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115544331533975337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115544331533975337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115544331533975337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115544331533975337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/family-tree.html' title='family tree'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115544295040735468</id><published>2006-08-13T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:22:30.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my posts</title><content type='html'>have just read through all of my previous posts and i sound really naive.&lt;br /&gt;serious.&lt;br /&gt;oh, well. i guess that's fine because that was when i was about 12.&lt;br /&gt;my sis needs to use the computer, so i better 'go away', like she's always asking me to.&lt;br /&gt;and her birthday's coming!&lt;br /&gt;in 4 more days.&lt;br /&gt;have to get something for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115544295040735468?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115544295040735468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115544295040735468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115544295040735468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115544295040735468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-posts.html' title='my posts'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115487616481767079</id><published>2006-08-06T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T07:56:04.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin and updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay, please relax. i think y'all must be quite happy because i finally post something. love this blogskin! i don't know what happened to me. i suddenly just got sick of my rain blogskin. anyway, this mountain one is nice because of the way the ice looks. and there's a girl below dragging something along. is it a teddy bear? not too sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;updates...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;one week ago exactly, my dad and bro went to the Hair For Hope 2006 thing and shaved their heads to support the cancer children. have to admit they look nicer. and my bro looks so damn cute like he did when he was a baby. (= anyway, i have some pictures of them on my phone and if you want to see them, approach me, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hate hate HATE zhao4 lao3 shi1. huang2 lao3 shi1 is so much bloody better. he's so damn idiotic. am very sorry if you think i'm criticizing or whatever, but i am really frustrated with him. so just hear me out. the notice board competition was two days ago and then it's like we had to do the last minute decorations. and i think that HMT class at the end of friday is extra, so we asked zhao4 lao3 shi1 if we could do and you know what he said? what 5 minutes or something. shitty. and then later he was yelling at us. blah blah blah blah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;STUPID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i think we're going to collect clar and sid from the general science lab tomorrow! *squeals* but then i have a little guppy-phobia now. from the FIRST clar. oh boy. quite scared...i don't to 'kill' another guppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i gotta go already...ta, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115487616481767079?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115487616481767079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115487616481767079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115487616481767079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115487616481767079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-blogskin-and-updates.html' title='new blogskin and updates'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115409227702844565</id><published>2006-07-28T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:11:17.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my happy mood after watching pirates of the caribbean: dead man's chest is dampened by an idiotic spammer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;whoever that bastard is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;actually i think i know who it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 Jul 06, 18:49&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let the rain fall down n wake my dreams let it wash away my sanity im a crazy looney girl don't u think ?? i luv reading n i am crazy about doing homework !!! just like a bookworm !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 Jul 06, 18:50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think what rayner say is right ... i am a bloody *****y bookworm ... i know u may think i am an imposter but i really am stacey ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BLOODY HELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have nowhere to complain so i shall complain as much as i want in this post. so please don't get the wrong impression of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;first of all, look at the time. 1 freaking minute later. which is like, so obvious it's the same person. another very huge mistake that idiotic impostor made. I DO NOT USE SHORTFORMS. okay, i can understand. bad habits are hard to get rid off. good habits, hard to get hold off. so off course no matter how much the impostor tries to get the tenses plus words not in shortform, he CAN'T. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;thirdly, i know there's only one person who calls me 'bloody bitchy bookworm'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;RAYNER TAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i know who likes to tease me and call me 'bookworm'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CHAN JUN WEI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay, so if anyone of them are wrongly accused, i shall say sorry to them in advance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;stupid spammer, get your ass off the tagboard. YOU BETTER. i am as PISSED as hell with YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115409227702844565?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115409227702844565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115409227702844565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115409227702844565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115409227702844565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-happy-mood-after-watching-pirates.html' title=''/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115408695909128771</id><published>2006-07-26T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T04:42:39.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>napfa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yay! napfa this year was GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.4: 12.58-&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; [deproved, but, still...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sit-ups: 45-&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; [improved by about 6 sit-ups...last year i did 39]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;standing broad jump: 150 cm-&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; [it was just nice 150! i must have been quite lucky] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sit-and-reach: 43-&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;[that's cool. i've never reached 40+ before]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;inclined pull-ups: 21-&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; [even cooler. have only done 10+ in all of my napfa]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;shuttle run: 11.9 sec-&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; [bleh. it was only 0.1 sec more to 12.0 sec, which is like exactly A]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and what happens after the crazy wednesday euphoria?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i wake up in the morning and wince as i sit up. my stomach muscles ache from doing so many sit-ups. and then later i realise that when i bend forward, my back hurts. sit-and-reach, i suppose. and then when i bend backward, my stomach aches. bah. and i can't laugh because my stomach will ache terribly. that's bad. i'm 'confined' to gloominess until the achiness wears off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i know i'm being lame. am terribly sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, i am so jealous of my sis because she has been consistently getting gold one year after another. for me, it's like a total loony roller coaster. look why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P4: gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P5: silver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P6: bronze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was so disappointed because my standing broad jump pulled me down. it's kind of hard to believe that i could only jump 120+ in the past, isn't it? oh well, i think i've got a gold now. that's all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and i also want to wish everyone who failed to work harder and try to get at least a bronze or silver. okay...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115408695909128771?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115408695909128771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115408695909128771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115408695909128771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115408695909128771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/07/napfa.html' title='napfa'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115365464620578956</id><published>2006-07-23T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T04:37:26.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some emails i think will be meaningful to you all...read them okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how truthful friends are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;did you know that those who appear to be very strong in heart, are real weak and most susceptible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;did you know that those who spend their time protecting others are the ones that really need someone to protect them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;did you know that the three most difficult things to say are: 'I love you', 'Sorry' and 'Help me'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;did you know that those who dress in red are more confident in themselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;did you know that those who dress in yellow are those that enjoy their beauty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;did you know that those who dress in black, are those who want to be unnoticed and need your help and understanding? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;did you know that when you help someone, the help is returned in two folds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;did you know that it's easier to say what you feel in writing than saying it to someone in the face? but did you know that it has more value when you say it to their face? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;did you know that if you ask for something in faith, your wishes are granted? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;did you know that you can make your dreams come true, like falling in love, becoming rich, staying healthy, if you ask for it by faith, and if you really knew, you'd be surprised by what you could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but don't believe everything I tell you, until you try it for yourself, if you know someone that is in need of something that I mentioned, and you know that you can help, you'll see that it will be returned in two-fold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds nice, right? i like it. sent to me by xueling. lol. thanks (=&lt;br /&gt;another one...sent to me by jessica, my crazy homec partner. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because you're my friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a good friend will come bail you out of jail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but a true friend will be sitting next to you saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'WE screwed up, but we had fun!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;proud to be your friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence and don't skip ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i've learned...that life is like a roll of toilet paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i've learned...that we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i've learned...that money doesn't buy class.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i've learned...that it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i've learned...that under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i've learned...that the Lord didn't do it all in one day. what makes me think I can?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i've learned...that to ignore the facts does not change the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i've learned...that the less time i have to work, the more things i get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;isn't it something to learn from?&lt;br /&gt;i guess so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115365464620578956?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115365464620578956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115365464620578956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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sweet fish.&lt;br /&gt;is she resting in peace now, even if she is a fish?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't have let the fish move around too much.&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115357337024159935?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115357337024159935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115357337024159935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115357337024159935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115357337024159935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/07/am-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115357294735669803</id><published>2006-07-22T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T05:58:11.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>napha 2.4 run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5812.58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12.58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12.58&lt;/span&gt;12.58&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12.58&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12.58&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;12.58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh my freaking god! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;am so so so HAPPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;never believed i would run my 2.4 in 12 minutes plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;am sorry. i know i'm being mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT TOO MAD TO STOP BEING MAD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so this post will be freaking MAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and my standing broad jump suddenly improved from a 1.2+ to a 1.4+. which is AMAZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so now all i have to concentrate on will be my inclined pull-ups and stupid sit-and-reach. i want to try and reach 40 for my sit-ups. that's not what you would really call 'high expectations' for me. did 38 last year, so it's good to continue to work hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay, so enough about napha for a while. i want to move on to my guppy. (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we got the guppy. the female one. we decided to call it CLAR (pronounced claire), selene's 'lover'. and the male one SID. so i brought it home yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...and it was found dead today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i should have known. i could have been less careless. i underestimated the fish. clar, i mean. maybe it was rattled around too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;let me explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;first, i walked to white sands carrying it. the tank with clar in it, i mean. then i took the mrt to shiming's house with her (of course), jasmine, selene and olivia. all the way to bedok. then walked to her house. on the way, we saw a white baby kitten (about the size of the tank) with some brown spots. the guppy must have had quite a heart attack when it saw the kitten next to the tank on the bench. then continued the journey to shiming's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then after some time we walked back to the mrt, took the mrt standing up for 3/4 of the way. was standing next to two JC guys (i think) and they were peering into the tank and trying to see clar. then later one of them (i shall call him 1 and the other 2) was like, 'eh what's the fish inside?' 2 was all, 'i don't know. why don't you ask her?' and 1 was, 'later she considers it as me being nosey?' and 2 was all, 'no, that's called being friendly.' (lame) then i think 1 did something that meant his friend was so lame but later 2 said to me, 'um, excuse me, what's in the tank?' and i said, 'guppy.' and then 2 was like, 'oh, okay. thanks.' WEIRD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and finally up to the white sands library to wait for my mum. i think clar might have been cold. then later we were bouncing about in the car and i was desperately begging my mum to 'drive in a better manner' because the water was spilling out of the tank onto my skirt (bleh). then my mum was like, 'well, you know the way i drive.' and my sis was like, 'yupp, atrocious.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;later left clar in the car and went for dinner. then later went back to the car and got splashed with the tank water yet again (bah).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so that's basically the whole journey out. i think clar got sick of moving about. she must have been having major motion sickness half the time except for the stop in the car and in the library. poor fish. i am so sorry. i buried her in the garden in the soils of a plant and put the tiny seashell i had found in the pot on top of the so-called grave. and while was doing that, i was thinking, 'decomposers act on dead organisms and enable the materials locked up in them to be returned to the environment.' oh well. clar's gone. but at least she's going to contribute to the lucky plant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don't know why i'm being so sad over a guppy that i've known for 1 week only. maybe i've grown attached to it. or am i just too emotional? whatever it is, i don't know. i hope the poor fish will go to heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115357294735669803?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115357294735669803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115357294735669803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115357294735669803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115357294735669803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/07/napha-24-run.html' title='napha 2.4 run'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115354255348891818</id><published>2006-07-21T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T05:56:45.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;remember i said something about taking care of a guppy? well, i'm in the Hai Guppy Project with clarissa, selene and xueling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, we had to bring our fish home to take care of it: change its water, clean the tank, wash the pebbles and marbles and seashells, feed it... you name it, we have to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i brought the fish home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hope it'll survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, please do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115354255348891818?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115354255348891818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115354255348891818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115354255348891818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115354255348891818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/07/clar.html' title='clar'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115331318883631528</id><published>2006-07-19T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T05:46:28.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carnival, mus'art concert</title><content type='html'>carnival on 15 july was fun.&lt;br /&gt;mus'art concert on 16 july was superb.&lt;br /&gt;marvellous.&lt;br /&gt;magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;splendid.&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;excellent.&lt;br /&gt;once-in-a-lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;enchanting.&lt;br /&gt;pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough.&lt;br /&gt;dunking mr gng and mr raj was fun. haha. helped wan ping by washing the dishes in the homec room. ended up having 'wrinkles'. well, temporary ones, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very sorry if you think i'm getting really mad about everything. well, pissed at everything. okay, i am. sorry everybody. i'm just so stressed because everything is going on and on and on and we can't stop at all.&lt;br /&gt;piano exam's coming. next week, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;(have to type in short sentences because my mum keeps bloody nagging at me. what's her problem anyway? i don't slack that much. and i haven't used the computer for days. and then she'll go on about the laundry not being folded and the table full of our stuff. don't mean to be rude, but my parents nag too much. i'm going crazy)&lt;br /&gt;so tired.&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry if i snap at you.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i yell at you.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i give you a look.&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i get crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i'll try to be my ownself. not crappy and moody and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;(damn my mum's nagging again)&lt;br /&gt;2.4 tomorrow. good luck, everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;and modular test too.&lt;br /&gt;(mum's nagging YET again)&lt;br /&gt;shall sleep early. night, everyone! (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115331318883631528?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115331318883631528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115331318883631528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115331318883631528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115331318883631528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/07/carnival-musart-concert.html' title='carnival, mus&apos;art concert'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115261788889129746</id><published>2006-07-11T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T04:38:08.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>normal day</title><content type='html'>shit. 2.4's coming. DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE.&lt;br /&gt;so nervous.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying so hard not to be. but can't help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115261788889129746?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115261788889129746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115261788889129746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115261788889129746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115261788889129746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/07/normal-day.html' title='normal day'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115253650676962353</id><published>2006-07-10T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T06:01:46.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny me</title><content type='html'>suddenly so happy today!&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;also weird at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;feel like eating, but when i have food placed in front of me, i simply lose my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;and when i feel sleepy, i climb into bed and then find out i'm not tired anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WEIRD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, whatever the case is. *yawn*. am being a real slacker these days. dunno what's happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;em&gt;I'M TALLER THAN MY MUM NOW&lt;/em&gt;!!! wheets!! so amazing. and she like 1.56m. so i'm definitely taller than that. could i be 1.6m? oh, I WISH. im so damn short, okay? (my sis just walked past and saw what i wrote and she said, 'you're damn sadistic! &lt;em&gt;i'm taller than my mum now! wheets!&lt;/em&gt;')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna wait for clarissa to lend me grass for his pillow, the second book in the otori trilogy by lian hearn. ohmigod. by just reading one of her books, im already eagerly waiting for the second one. clarissa's currently still reading it. she went kind of crazy when i held the first book in front her face. she took one look at me and went, 'you're done with it?'&lt;br /&gt;i said, 'yup.' and nodded my head.&lt;br /&gt;and then she was like, '&lt;em&gt;HUH?!!&lt;/em&gt; you read so fast?! okay, i'm going to stay up late and finish grass for his pillow!!'&lt;br /&gt;(mad right?)&lt;br /&gt;so, anyway, that set me laughing. she always makes me laugh. so do selene, joycelyn and shiming. okay, and plenty others. like kejin and jackie and my chinese group (samantha and wei xuan and gene) and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm pratically listing down the whole class! i should in my profile. any objections? i mean, it's good to know people from EVERYWHERE, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;tag me okay? or tell me in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man! so much bloody homework. am getting really frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;\art&lt;br /&gt;\history&lt;br /&gt;\chinese&lt;br /&gt;\english&lt;br /&gt;\math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. blah. bleh. boo. (learned from hilary! hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks!! 2.4 coming. damn scared. oh. which reminds me. last friday i ran trial. &lt;strong&gt;12.32&lt;/strong&gt;. wheets!! must run like that when the actual 2.4 run comes. wish me luck wish me luck wish me luck wish me luck wish me luck wish me luck wish me luck wish me luck wish me luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. my fingers are sore from typing those few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my piano practical exam is COMING!!&lt;br /&gt;die. always get a pass. never a merit or distinction.&lt;br /&gt;must work hard must work hard must work hard must work hard...&lt;br /&gt;27 july. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis says i have too many pink things now. pink &lt;em&gt;billabong&lt;/em&gt; wallet (last year birthday present from my closest aunt's family), pink rubber band (hidden behind my normal black rubber band. the turquoise one has lost its elastic), pink &lt;em&gt;yellow&lt;/em&gt; bag and pink bed (i changed the bedsheets and now my bed is totally pink because my pillow and bolster and blanket are PINK).&lt;br /&gt;BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN YOU'RE A BIMBOTIC BIMBO, my sis said. meaning me, duh.&lt;br /&gt;dots...&lt;br /&gt;i have a lame lame lame old sis.&lt;br /&gt;and she says i'm lamer.&lt;br /&gt;dots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i am drowning in a PINK world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay. enough of crap. gotta sign off. my sis's gonna look for information for eunice olsen or someone. whatever homework she has, i think they're BLEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115253650676962353?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115253650676962353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115253650676962353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115253650676962353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115253650676962353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/07/funny-me.html' title='funny me'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115243721443889202</id><published>2006-07-09T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:26:54.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies</title><content type='html'>made cookies for homec on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;jessica (my partner) and i were mixing everything. jessica was so funny. (= she made 2-3 stars and a cookie monster. from sesame street.&lt;br /&gt;after we'd baked the cookies, we counted them. jessica and i made exactly 22. we divided it and took the ones we liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family's opinions..&lt;br /&gt;older sister tessa: 'okay...'&lt;br /&gt;younger brother stedman: 'mm!! nice!! nice!!' (i know. NUTS)&lt;br /&gt;mummy: 'quite alright. but it seems like shortbread.' (shortbread is those kind of cookies that are harder than the normal ones)&lt;br /&gt;daddy: 'tastes nice, but kind of tough.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee. overall, not too bad, i guess. so fun, homec! there's carbohydrates and monossacharides and polyssacharides and the food pyramid. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what we'll be baking next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115243721443889202?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115243721443889202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115243721443889202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115243721443889202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115243721443889202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/07/cookies.html' title='cookies'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115243616842101192</id><published>2006-07-09T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:20:21.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye. DON'T MISS ME. ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;can i announce something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai ping and i are no longer friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get that straight into your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sick of putting up with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;don't ask me why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i always knew she didn't want anything to do with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don't care anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm just going to get a move on with my freaking life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and pretend nothing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;throw the letter away if you wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third time i've lost a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;two times in primary school, one time in sec one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the first one was before i was primary 3. bloody person just backstabbed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;next one? left me for another friend because i wasn't 'cool' enough for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and now this? talking behind my freaking back and acting friendly in front of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;am i cursed with some kind of bloody 'i can't make friends' thing??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. i'm fed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just so hard to find a friend you can trust nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop torturing me in this kind of manner. I HATE IT. at least have some sympathy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115243616842101192?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115243616842101192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115243616842101192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115243616842101192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115243616842101192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/07/bye-bye-dont-miss-me-ever.html' title='bye bye. DON&apos;T MISS ME. ever.'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115193767985598185</id><published>2006-07-03T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:01:46.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flute section outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i am tired after running around with the flute section for the whole day. hehe (= man ning senior, huiqin senior, jermain, qiyun, hilary, wei jun, joanne and kai ping were present. it was quite fun (= candice (sec 4 senior) joined us for ice cream at swensens (=&lt;br /&gt;i know, i still can smile even though i feel like falling asleep. haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, jermain (that funny SL) gave us presents. he gave me this book--successfu strategies for extensive reading--and a notebook with purple, green, blue and orange pages. damn cute! thanks SL(= so kind and nice of you. by the way, no offense, jermain, but the book is like so difficult to read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;IT'S FOR TEACHERS!!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not one.&lt;br /&gt;no biggie(= i shall read it another time when i'm free.&lt;br /&gt;FOR THOSE WHO ARE CONCERNED, I AM VERY VERY VERY SORRY FOR NOT HAVING THE TIME TO LINK YOU ALL. MOYRA, CANDY, SHIMING, HUIQIN. i will really, honestly, definitely link you all soon. oh, plus the flautists' website! whee. so fun. everybody can go have a look. must be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;a rough outline of what happened today...&lt;br /&gt;~went to huiqin's house for hotdog buns. man ning, amanda and i played with her sister's hamster, only to discover later that it was sick. whups. haha. and huiqin screamed when i brought the hamster near to her. hamsters are cute, seriously! why so scared? the poo? it's tiny.&lt;br /&gt;~lazed around and ate jelly (= while watching this show on kids central. i guess it's not too bad being childish once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;~read her daughter's eyes by jessica barksdale inclan. finished it. most of them were playing uno. two using computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~lazed and lazed and lazed around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~went off at 3. most took bus to the interchange; jermain, hilary, qi yun, kai ping and i walked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~reached tampines mall. took neoprints. squeezed all of our faces. bloody screen was so damn small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~went around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~went for icre cream!! at swensens. kai ping and i shared a banana split. hui qin, candice and i put salt and some other seasoning into her drink. tried some. it was horribly disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~walked out and spent 10-15 minutes considering where to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~took bus to hilary's house. it was so nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~went off with joanne. took bus 3. it was crowded and the bus kept going all bumpy. bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~reach white sands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~go home with my sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that's basically what we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh anyway, the friday before this youth day flute section outing, i went to bugis to watch SUPERMAN with my family!! whee. so damn fun. i thoroughly enjoyed the show. brandon routh (rhymes with south) is like so tall (1.91 m, to be exact). and kate bosworth is so pretty. i recommend the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh. i have 2 books to recommend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1/&lt;em&gt;her daughter's eyes&lt;/em&gt; by jessica barksdale inclan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's a beautifully written book. i love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2/&lt;em&gt;across the nightingale floor&lt;/em&gt; by lian hearn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's the first book of the otori trilogy. there's takeo and kaede and lord otori shigeru and so many other characters. lian hearn can make you feel like you're standing there. nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115193767985598185?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115193767985598185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115193767985598185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115193767985598185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115193767985598185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/07/flute-section-outing.html' title='flute section outing'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115133082486506571</id><published>2006-06-26T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T07:07:04.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of term 3</title><content type='html'>first day of term 3.&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, i had monday's blues. it was a mad monday.&lt;br /&gt;have a new chinese teacher, zhao4 sen1. quite nice, not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;saw all my noisy classmates again. they are just as noisy as ever.&lt;br /&gt;and we are electing new chairman and vice-chairman! names of candidates released on friday.&lt;br /&gt;people i know who might get the positions (in my opinion):&lt;br /&gt;1/&lt;em&gt;joycelyn&lt;/em&gt;-kind, friendly, honest, smart, caring, responsible and always willing to help. that's basically the starting. i still have such a long list of things to describe joycelyn.&lt;br /&gt;2/&lt;em&gt;olivia&lt;/em&gt;-responsible, smart, caring, helpful, organised. another very possible one.&lt;br /&gt;3/&lt;em&gt;jasmine&lt;/em&gt; (most likely)-responsible, neat, VERY organised, kind, honest, helpful and possibly the best chairman!&lt;br /&gt;4/&lt;em&gt;shi min&lt;/em&gt; (some people will be voting for her again, am i right?)-friendly, kind, helpful, but astonishing CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;5/&lt;em&gt;willy&lt;/em&gt; (again, people will still be voting for him again, just like chairman)-funny, friendly, always willing to help, honest, but very CRAZY, just like present chairman.&lt;br /&gt;6/&lt;em&gt;clarissa&lt;/em&gt;-responsible, helpful, neat, organised, friendly. another very very possible one.&lt;br /&gt;hope there's band tomorrow!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MORE LINKS!! friends and classmates of mine, please tag with your website there! please please please! i will be so happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115133082486506571?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115133082486506571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115133082486506571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115133082486506571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115133082486506571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day-of-term-3.html' title='first day of term 3'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115103744340187115</id><published>2006-06-22T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T05:38:45.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freaky woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this really is freaky, but anyway, just read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a few days back--monday, to be exact--my sis and i were waiting for my mum to come and pick us up to go for dinner. so both of us were just standing outside at the pavement waiting for her when this pretty old woman--not really that old; it's she-can-still-walk-on-her-own old--came up to us. she was wearing a yellow sari with a maroon scarf flung over her shoulder. her earlobes were split down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;she started talking to us in malay and my sis and i stared at each other with a freaked-out glances, as if to say, 'who the bloody hell is she?!' and i thought she was speaking tamil at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and then suddenly she begin adjusting our clothes, like pulling our shirts down, all that stuff. EEW. im not being racist, but i was so freaked already that she come talk to us and laugh like nobody's business and then after still adjust our clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;later she walked off and my sis spoke to me in mandarin, 'ta1 hao3 guai4.' which means 'she's very weird.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yup. so basically after that she would walk away from us and then later come back to us, talk to us and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i sent my mum this message, 'mummy, quick come! there's a weird woman!' and you know my mum actually laughed when she saw it??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ha...anyway when we were turning into the carpark we saw two policeman holding that woman. turns out the security guard had witnessed everything and he noticed she wasn't one of the residents. so, better be careful next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115103744340187115?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115103744340187115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115103744340187115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115103744340187115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115103744340187115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/06/freaky-woman.html' title='freaky woman!'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115097123928991172</id><published>2006-06-22T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T03:13:59.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>viva musica v</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so the concert went well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;loved all the sec 3 solos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;jermain, qiyun and amanda, you all rock!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pieces:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1/&lt;em&gt;theme from new york, new york&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;fred ebb and john kander&lt;/span&gt; (junior&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;band)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2/&lt;em&gt;bandology&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;eric ostering&lt;/span&gt; (main band)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3/&lt;em&gt;romanesque&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;james swearingen&lt;/span&gt; (main band)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4/&lt;em&gt;john williams in concert&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;john williams&lt;/span&gt; (main band)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5/&lt;em&gt;dancing in the wind, kaze-no-mai&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;fukuda yosuke&lt;/span&gt; (main band)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6/&lt;em&gt;jungle fantasy&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;naohiro iwai&lt;/span&gt; (main band)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;INTERMISSION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7/&lt;em&gt;southwinds&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;douglas court&lt;/span&gt; (alumni band)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8/&lt;em&gt;one life&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thiemo krass&lt;/span&gt; (alumni band)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9/&lt;em&gt;concerto d' amore&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;jacob dee haan&lt;/span&gt; (alumni band)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10/&lt;em&gt;zodiac, the limit of the lion&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hardy mertens&lt;/span&gt; (main band)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11/&lt;em&gt;rock 'n' roll hall of fame&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;paul jennings&lt;/span&gt; (main band)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my family came for the second half. they could have watched the whole thing, actually. they were delayed by the aircon guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh, which reminds me. three nights ago, the aircon just turned off by itself in the middle of the night at 2. in the end we had to sleep with the fan on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;stupid aircon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and the aircon guy repaired it yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so troublesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, every one of us received a flower. i picked a white rose. and on the way back to school, i broke the stem. however, it's still quite long. my mum placed it on a sunken dish with a metal holder behind to support the rose. so pretty. but, sadly, it'll start to wither soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;never mind. i'll still get flowers next year, right...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i still have history to study and one book review and my CME story to go. bah. so many things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to add on to the list, my piano exam is coming. 22 june, i think. so nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in that case, i better go. tata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115097123928991172?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115097123928991172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115097123928991172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115097123928991172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115097123928991172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/06/viva-musica-v_22.html' title='viva musica v'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115097003607988073</id><published>2006-06-22T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T02:53:56.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin!</title><content type='html'>yoo hoo everyone! i have a nice 'new' blog again. am finally satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;i was actually looking for someone--preferably a girl--standing in the rain. but this is fine. i love this one! so i don't think i will be changing my blogskin for a pretty long time. the last one had been there for about 1 and 1/4 years.&lt;br /&gt;i am sincerely sorry if you want to tag, because i deleted the first one. too much rubbish, what with the 'anony's and 'anony16'. full of crap, the both of them, if not one. such bitches/bastards. whoever they are.&lt;br /&gt;i will try to get a new cbox as soon as possible, so be patient, okay? if you need to contact me, just call my house or cell phone or message me. whichever is fine.&lt;br /&gt;thanks. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115097003607988073?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115097003607988073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115097003607988073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115097003607988073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115097003607988073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-blogskin.html' title='new blogskin!'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115071303509445707</id><published>2006-06-19T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T03:30:35.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>viva musica v</title><content type='html'>whee! my sis is back! hahaha. she bought two hand-carved wooden bookmarks for me. they're so damn nice. and me, being really pathetic, like usual, bought her two toe rings. (i can never think of the perfect gift to give someone)&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to viva musica v!! so excited. it was during rehearsal today and i totally embarrassed the three of us in the flute section, according to kai ping. meaning joanne, kai ping and me. bah. seriously, i couldn't help it. anyway most of the time i can control myself. but you can just laugh like crazy okay? we put our flutes at our bottom lips getting ready to play when i just let out a laugh and set the whole junior band laughing. hahaha...wasn't too bad actually. i thought it was better than letting the seniors watch us play (too embarrassing and stressing)&lt;br /&gt;the reason i wanted to laugh was because the speed was like too slow and then it seemed as though we were d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g. bah. the trumpet is like...draggy! made me want to laugh too. i must be mad.&lt;br /&gt;and jermain said, 'joanne is neutral, stacey is sharp and kai ping is flat.' when we went to him. NEUTRAL?! SHARP? FLAT? squeaked at the last note. bah. SO humilating. maybe the next time i play i should put a brown paper bag on my head to prevent anyone looking at my face when i make a mistake. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T LIKE THE BAND UNIFORM. white blouse. turquoise blazer with three black buttons. black-and-turquoise pleated skirt (so damn long). and black shoes. eeeee. oh, i forgot. SMALL BLACK TIE WITH TWO TURQUOISE STRIPES. bah. can you imagine how we'll look like? i think i'll look seriously retarded.&lt;br /&gt;why can't we just wear our school uniform? it's appropriate too, right??&lt;br /&gt;anyway i love all the sec 3's solos!! i think qiyun is john williams in concert, jermain jungle fantasy and amanda im not sure. all so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so nice. okay, enough. but really, it's so cool!&lt;br /&gt;i want to change my blogskin. something like rain. (the weather, not the singer.) not that im abandoning tatty. haha. bah. never mind. i shall look for blogskins another time. see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115071303509445707?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115071303509445707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115071303509445707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115071303509445707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115071303509445707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/06/viva-musica-v.html' title='viva musica v'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115017020815508343</id><published>2006-06-13T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:18:50.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><content type='html'>got them from &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;www.blogthings.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quizzes are cute! enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/deep-thinking.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with&lt;/span&gt; mastery as your goal.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Theology&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Foreign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 52% Open Minded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/open-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a very open minded person, but you're also well grounded.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerant and flexible, you appreciate most lifestyles and viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;But you also know where you stand firm, and you can draw that line.&lt;br /&gt;You're open to considering every possibility - but in the end, you stand true to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Open Minded Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be A Poet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/poet.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways.&lt;br /&gt;And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery...&lt;br /&gt;Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever.&lt;br /&gt;You're already naturally a poet, even if you've never written a poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/artistic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor&lt;br /&gt;Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer&lt;br /&gt;Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/sunshine.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Soothing and calm&lt;br /&gt;You are often held up by others as the ideal&lt;br /&gt;But too much of you, and they'll get burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: connecting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Type of Weather Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#98fb98"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 50% Weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 48% Obsessive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howobsessiveareyouquiz/obsessive-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're somewhat obsessive, especially when it comes to a couple things (like horrifying thoughts or cleanliness).&lt;br /&gt;As long as your quirks aren't interrupting your life, it's all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Obsessive Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have a Melancholic Temperament&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/melancholic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you.&lt;br /&gt;You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Low Self Esteem 48% of the Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourselfesteemquiz/esteem-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While you sometimes feel good about yourself, you tend to struggle a little with self esteem issues.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about changing who you are, it's about accepting your faults. You just need to be less critical and demanding of yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; is Your Self Esteem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/cult-classic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few.&lt;br /&gt;But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;If&lt;/a&gt; Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant.&lt;br /&gt;Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#b9d3ee"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/seascape.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people.&lt;br /&gt;You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together.&lt;br /&gt;Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;People crave your praise and complements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee5de;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fff5ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/9.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Structured and organized, you have a knack for thinking clearly.&lt;br /&gt;You are very logical - and you don't let your thoughts get polluted with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;And while your thoughts are pretty serious, they're anything from boring.&lt;br /&gt;It's minds like yours that have built the great cities of the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dosha is Pitta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/pitta.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a quick mind, a gift for persuasion, and a sharp sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;You have both the drive and people skills to be a very successful leader.&lt;br /&gt;Argumentative and a bit stubborn, you have been known to be a little too set in your ways.&lt;br /&gt;But while you may be biased toward your own point of view, you are always honest, fair, and ethical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends: You are outgoing and open to anyone who might want to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love: You are picky but passionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve more balance: Be less judgmental of those around you, and take cool walks in the moonlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdoshaquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Dosha?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Dreaming Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/dreaming-soul.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world&lt;br /&gt;So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time&lt;br /&gt;You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...&lt;br /&gt;But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.&lt;br /&gt;Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Stress Level is: 49%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/stress-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are somewhat prone to stress, especially when life gets hard.&lt;br /&gt;When things are good, you resist stressing over little problems.&lt;br /&gt;But when things are difficult, you tend to freak out and find it hard to calm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Stressed Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have A Type B+ Personality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a pro at going with the flow&lt;br /&gt;You love to kick back and take in everything life has to offer&lt;br /&gt;A total joy to be around, people crave your stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.&lt;br /&gt;Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's done&lt;br /&gt;You're passionate - just selective about your passions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Do&lt;/a&gt; You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dedede"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At first glance, people see you as driven and ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is moody and dynamic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem logical, detached, and a bit manipulative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 11% Vain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/vain-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't have a vain bone in your body - almost as a matter of principal.&lt;br /&gt;You demand to be judged on who you are, not what you look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Vain Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Brain is 67% Female, 33% Male&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your brain leans female&lt;br /&gt;You think with your heart, not your head&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and considerate, you are a giver&lt;br /&gt;But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115017020815508343?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115017020815508343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115017020815508343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115017020815508343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115017020815508343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/06/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115016538459469545</id><published>2006-06-13T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:23:04.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>terrible teabreak time</title><content type='html'>had a nasty encounter with two silverfish yesterday. it was teabreak time and i simply took out the biscuit tin and got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;two silverfish were on the lid, motionless.&lt;br /&gt;i blew at them and suddenly one begin moving. they were no bigger than ants, i tell you. (unless they were &lt;em&gt;babies&lt;/em&gt;? if so, then there's a mother somewhere!!) gross. i always thought they were the size of my thumbdrive, the pictures i see in magazines. they were silverish-grey in colour, sort of like lead.&lt;br /&gt;i got really scared because i thought they would bite me. i was PETRIFIED.&lt;br /&gt;(there's a bee buzzing somewhere, but i'll talk about it later)&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the other one crawled too.  to the other side. just then i got an idea. i filled my cup with water raised it over the tin and..&lt;br /&gt;splashed the water onto the silverfish.&lt;br /&gt;their instant reaction?&lt;br /&gt;tried to scramble out, but the water had already reached them. i poured more and more until they drowned.&lt;br /&gt;and died.&lt;br /&gt;they turned kind of like greyish-brown.&lt;br /&gt;i dunked the dirty water and the dead silverfish into the sink. and wiped and wiped and wiped the lid until i was certain it was clean.&lt;br /&gt;gross, okay? i was frightened out of my wits. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aboutTHE&lt;em&gt;bee&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;it's gone, by the way. it was buzzing behind the computer and then it went to my head. its gone, definitely. im so scared of insects now. im scared of wasps.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what? clarissa doesn't like butterflies. but i don't know why. ask her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115016538459469545?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115016538459469545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115016538459469545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115016538459469545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115016538459469545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/06/terrible-teabreak-time.html' title='terrible teabreak time'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115016468709586149</id><published>2006-06-13T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T19:11:27.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>geography famous river project</title><content type='html'>what the bloody hell is palla fish, i like to know?&lt;br /&gt;i've been searching for so long and i still can't find an answer. and at wikipedia, all they give is palla fish eagle and the rest are zebra mussles, list of zoologists and crap.&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;for the last time, i am telling you all, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FLOOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAGBOARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with rubbish! it's annoying, okay? so get your ass of if you're thinking off filling the tagboard with junk. fill it up at your own. i have already made it clear, so the next time someone does that, i will hunt you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;new york, new york&lt;/em&gt; is so nice! (even though we keep repeating the starting bar more than ten times...) i think we're going to perform it or something. yay! there's band tomorrow. so damn happy. cannot be late again or my brains will be fried for jermain's breakfast. nah, just kidding. but last friday i just lost count of time. haha. i don't get it. i can't hold long and i need to keep breathing like after every bar. bah. my seniors are so cool! they can just play so well...i really envy them. (=&lt;br /&gt;selene and clarissa are having a wonderful time at malaysia...one's going to come back tomorrow and the other on 16th, if im not wrong. bah. so many people are off to malaysia. still, i rather finish my homework before going on a holiday. i can't stand not completing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;im out of foolscap! not the hai sing one, the one i use to take down my notes for exams and stuff. and my gao zi is finishing. shall have to loan some from people. my mum is going to kill me. i think i bought the taking-down-notes foolscap about 2-3 months ago. shall have to buy tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;so much stuff to do, so little time. why is it always like that? when there's nothign to do, there's so much time. it's the total opposite...i miss my sis...about 6 more days before she comes home, which is a day less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;can't believe the holiday just flew by like that. now it's already the third week and we can't slack anymore or we'll just kill ourselves. teachers, do have mercy on us! there's too much homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115016468709586149?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115016468709586149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115016468709586149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115016468709586149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115016468709586149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/06/geography-famous-river-project.html' title='geography famous river project'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-115008900260793124</id><published>2006-06-12T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:15:32.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy father's day in advance</title><content type='html'>are you KIDDING me?!&lt;br /&gt;someone said father's day was 11 june, which was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;but it's NOT.it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;so happy father's day in total advance, daddy.&lt;br /&gt;celebrated yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;gave him the present (which was a pair of silver earrings. i must be the most pathetic daughter in the world. forgive me please, i really didn't know what to give) and the card.&lt;br /&gt;ate dumplings for lunch. and cauliflower soup.&lt;br /&gt;napped in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;woke at about 7.&lt;br /&gt;went to orchard road.&lt;br /&gt;shopped.&lt;br /&gt;for my mum.&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;my sis's not here. she far away at huangshan, china. sad...really miss her.would be inhuman not to, but whatever.she's been gone since saturday morning. coming back this sunday. have already bought a welcome-home gift for her.&lt;br /&gt;okay. so went shopping (tangs sale. the plastic bag so ugly...sorry for criticising, but, really) and bought dresses for my mum. my mum tried on more than 5 five dresses and in the end only bought about like, 3?! there was this pale pink multi chiffon dress that looked so so so nice on my mum but my dad didn't want to buy it. bah. she bought this black georgette floral dress with and this green dress. i didn't really like it. the green one, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;then after that went to crystal jade la mian xiao long bao at ngee ann city for dinner at 9. ordered this la mian called pig intestines with preserved vegetables. didn't really want it. chose a meat and vegetables one but my dad was all, 'why are you always buying meat and vegetables? you should get something tastier.' kind of thing and i was thinking, 'isn't meat and vegetables TASTY?!' (im a very plain person) so no choice had to get the pig intestine one.&lt;br /&gt;pig intestine was nice but the preserved vegetables were disgusting. ate only two pieces and pushed the rest to my mummy and daddy, who LOVED them.&lt;br /&gt;bleh.bah.&lt;br /&gt;my mum was like, 'your daughter don't want to eat.' in hokkien. luckily my dad didn't scold me for being picky. because he's always scolding me.&lt;br /&gt;bah. then after went to mission medical clinic at serangoon (i think) to see the doctor, THANKS TO MY BRO.turns out he's wheezing. bah. who ask him to eat so many sweets and stuff? now he has so much disgusting phlegm. it's intolerable. one more time he spits it out i think i'm going to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;left the clinic at 11.15-11.30. reached home about 11.45.&lt;br /&gt;went to bathe. and then went to sleep at 12. bah. too tired to bother about my wet hair.&lt;br /&gt;woke up like i think 5+ today. the aircon was so damn bloody cold and my blanket was on the floor. so i covered myself and woke up like i think half an hour later. realised i had kicked my blanket off again. bah. so cover myself yet AGAIN and slept again.&lt;br /&gt;then LATER woke up again and this time i really couldn't go back to sleep. so i just waited in my bed for my dad to come wake me up. (= so i was just watching the curtains go brighter and brighter. and then i went to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;then later went back to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;must be boring you to death. so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;and then later my dad woke my bro up and made me wake up.&lt;br /&gt;so this is basically today.&lt;br /&gt;yup. i better go, i guess. IT'S LUNCHTIME!! i'm gonna make my ham sandwich. bread, margarine, ham, apple and cucumber. yes, what a lovely combination.&lt;br /&gt;i want sectionals...so bored of staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;movie, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-115008900260793124?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/115008900260793124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=115008900260793124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115008900260793124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/115008900260793124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day-in-advance.html' title='happy father&apos;s day in advance'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-114982415788825818</id><published>2006-06-08T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:04:27.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>what a boring day it is today.&lt;br /&gt;bah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;there's going to be band today. and we have a piece of music with us (the juniors) it's called new york, new york. according to mr chua, it's an old piece. and our dads might know it. yep, my dad does. i asked him yesterday and he was like, 'so?' bah.&lt;br /&gt;can't believe during the viva musica v on the 21st june we are supposed to make animal noises--which is chimpanzee, gorilla, monkey. is there orang utan?-- for this song called jungle fantasy. i really pity the person who has to imitate tarzan. or george of the jungle. or whoever. whatever. wherever.&lt;br /&gt;hmm...clarissa, happy hols, okay? enjoy yourself...just wish you weren't going to miss two band practices...im definitely going to miss talking to you...&lt;br /&gt;i need to improve on my chinese, history, geography and maths. im going to work myself to death, but at least i'll have good results. i need to pull them up, especially chinese and history. if not i'll be dead. my dad's going to go nag-nag-nag at me. and i don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;selene, study harder!! then your mum won't be so mean...i bet if you revise, your grades will shoot up. (=&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wish i can play the flute better...on wednesday i was playing 'a mozart melody'--it's totally a trick because it's TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR--and wei jun (my sec 2 senior; the other one's hilary) was like, 'you know how to use your diaphragm?' and i said, 'no.' and then after that he started explaining to me but only half the things went into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;so he told jermain and jermain said, 'when you..ngh ngh.' which is basically passing motion. and then according to them, your stomach muscle goes all hard.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever. can't they use a better example? because i really don't get what they mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;kai ping, yes, we have a misunderstanding between each other, but it all started during PSL camp when you went with deon and of course i needed someone to talk to so i just went with clarissa. get it? of course i tried talking to you, but you were too absorbed in paying attention to deon and that made me so pissed because you were neglecting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and that time clarissa talked to wei xuan and candy and xue ling, i was a little left out, but of course i couldn't show it, could i? &lt;em&gt;(this isn't to make anyone guilty, just let me talk because i have to many things i need to say and i just need to straighten everything out because i have enough of mess)&lt;/em&gt; and when clarissa and i got back together, you, kai ping, asked me not to neglect you. and i agreed, because i know how it feels to be left out in everything. because i've been left out so many times, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;now you're neglecting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and just to tell you, i don't like to be neglected and i don't like to see people neglected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-114982415788825818?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/114982415788825818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=114982415788825818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114982415788825818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114982415788825818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/06/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-114934930715393840</id><published>2006-06-03T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T08:41:47.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>what the hell??!&lt;br /&gt;i am still lacking sleep. at this rate, im going to go mental!!&lt;br /&gt;i need a 10 hour rest, which is not possible, unless you let me sleep like a pig. but i can't, because when my parents wake up, they'll wake us up too. and i keep waking up quite early on sundays...how i envy those people who can sleep 'til the afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today we woke up at 8+ and went to mornington cresent for my naughty brother's swimming lesson. for some reason, i couldn't jog properly today. too tired, i guess. bah.&lt;br /&gt;and then on the way back my dad begin lecturing me about 'the distance is not long, it's less than 2 km. you two jog more than 2 km in school so it should not be a big problem, is it? and why do you keep stopping? your sister jogs in a worst style than you but she never stops, so why are you stopping?' and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't get the 'jogs in a worst style than you' thing, but WHATEVER. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;what did he want me to say? 'oh, im really tired, the PSL thing has made me really exhausted...' and the fever? he'll probably say, 'i asked you to take your vitamins and you refuse, see, now you're sick. go home take two!'&lt;br /&gt;like i DID NOT.&lt;br /&gt;my sis will be going to sentosa for her balloon hat festival tomorrow. haha... i wonder how she'll look like with a big, colourful air-filled balloon hat on her head and her flute at her mouth. i'll probably laugh my head off. whoops, i'm so mean, sorry... i can be so blunt sometimes... what a silly-o!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think we'll be going there. ha! can't wait. so excited on seeing my sister with a big, fat balloon hat on her head. maybe she'll keep it as a souvenir!! bah. im going mad again. never mind. insaneMENTAL&lt;em&gt;bonkers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;silly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i AM mad!&lt;br /&gt;rubbish. talking to much crap again.&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough, i better log off or my dad will fire off again in the perfect imitation of a machine gun fully reloaded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-114934930715393840?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/114934930715393840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=114934930715393840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114934930715393840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114934930715393840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/06/tired_03.html' title='tired'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-114925639712956800</id><published>2006-06-02T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T06:53:17.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>down in the dumps</title><content type='html'>ever felt you don't belong? ever felt like an 'extra' people don't want to be friends with? ever felt lonely, left out, hurt, depressed?&lt;br /&gt;that's how i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;it isn't very nice to see your really close friend suddenly ignoring you and going off with another person.&lt;br /&gt;i swear, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Welcome to My Life&lt;/span&gt; would be the most appropriate song for this post.&lt;br /&gt;bah. old humbug. so frigging irritated. and annoyed. and tired.&lt;br /&gt;i can't really think too much now because im so exhausted after today's PSL (Peer Support Leaders) programme: Wet &amp; Wild. my brain juice has been sapped to the last drop. after we played the water games, i got a slight fever which miraculously 'vanished' after half an hour. how weird. anyway, i was so tired that when i went for band after rushing through my lunch of rice vermicelli and chicken wings, i played for a mere five minutes before i felt dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;too much things rushing through my silly air-filled head to think now.&lt;br /&gt;i am so sorry you have to put up with me being such a silly-o (as clarissa often calls me), but i can't help it right now. my sis thinks me being dizzy during band practice today was because im a beginner. but i have never been dizzy during band practice...&lt;br /&gt;until this few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;br /&gt;is my health deproving?&lt;br /&gt;okay, what crap. im talking loads of shit...oh dear. sorry everyone, but im too tired to think propery nor type properly.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER. skip this if you want to, but i really need some advice now. thank you anyone who can help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-114925639712956800?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/114925639712956800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=114925639712956800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114925639712956800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114925639712956800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/06/down-in-dumps.html' title='down in the dumps'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-114896155931103000</id><published>2006-05-30T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:59:19.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>second day of the june holidays...</title><content type='html'>what a day to start my second day of holiday! lots of research and homework for me. and im stuck on my own at home. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;this is silly. the teachers take advantage of the holidays by loading us with projects and homework. i thought holidays meant, 'YO, it's relaxation and destressing time!! Woohoo! Go let down your hair for the whole month! Go play and have loads of fun!!' obviously our teachers don't think the same thing. they can be SO annoying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised i haven't been posting much. again, thanks to the teachers. and i flunked my history SA1 exam (40/85), so i have to take another re-test. i studied so hard, okay? i spent from sunday to wednesday late in the night studying for history and i used 10 pieces of foolscap paper entirely back to front. so many notes to copy! so many people failed. only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my class passed. and i could have passed. if someone donated 3 marks to me. oh, did i forget? i failed my bloody chinese too. i got a D7. bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my results for SA1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;: deproved by 2 marks. damn. anyway, still kinda happy, because i still achieved an &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;. i must try to get above 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Higher Chinese&lt;/span&gt;: dropped to the deepest bottom EVER. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;D7&lt;/span&gt;. neh. i don't want to go to details. let's skip to the next subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;C5&lt;/span&gt;. great. my mum was all, 'your math also not very good...' and she sounded real disappointed. don't blame me. i don't like math, which is why i don't like to study for it, which explains the horrble results. i should try to like Math more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt;: Miraculous! Still can get &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt;. must be thanks to my chemistry (36/40) which was actually the highest in class (= i guess that pulled my biology (26/40. bleh. sorry but i didn't study for it due to physics) and physics (26 1/2 /40) up. unbelieveable! my biology is so much better than physics (i don't understand a single thing what mr yap said before) and yet my physics still won my biology by 1/2 mark. okay, i think that's because i studied for physics the whole night and forgot about biology until next day and then after which i couldn't absorb any information, therefore the low marks... imagine if i didn't study for physics at all...i would have gotten worst! i think chemistry rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Geography (revised)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt;. still okay, so long i don't drop. haha...oh good! my SA1 improved by 2 marks...the total opposite of my english. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;History (revised)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;C6&lt;/span&gt;. Oh my god. almost failed. okay, i failed SA1, that's why. i bet ms leong is sharpening the blade of her chopper as i speak, getting ready to murder us. she says our history is ATROCIOUS!! damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Literature (English)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt;. shucks, how can it drop from A1 to B3?? damn. must keep my grades up (im known as the nerd PLUS bookworm in our class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Design and Techonology&lt;/span&gt;: Very very very bad. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;B4&lt;/span&gt;. Probably because i can't even saw my stuff properly. I can't even draw a straight line! im hopeless. okay, if i can, that will be 5 minutes after you ask me to draw one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Civics and Moral Education&lt;/span&gt;: Definitely an &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;! my form teacher is happy with my CME plot of a story we are going to write. actually, im doing with class partner, but if he writes it out, it'll be complete rubbish. im serious. he got last in class and 3rd last in standard. i guess those are the consequences of not studying and fooling around everyday. plus he pushed all the work to me. and for once in my life, im not unhappy about it.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 508.1/800 (yuck)&lt;br /&gt;Percentage: 63.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;...are horrid, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, another unbelieveable miracle! i failed my chinese and history and i can still be in the top 10 category in my class. i got 8/38. level position: 53/ 236. again, weird. it's like a dream come true. okay, it's either i studied really hard and got good grades or everyone is plain... okay i won't say but this is the first time im top 10 in my class and top 100 in standard. is there such thing? okay, whatever. talking crap again.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, my class partner sent me this message. it's hilarious, but don't be hurt, because it's just for fun and im referring to no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear fatso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If something smells bad,&lt;br /&gt;It's gotta be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Emeralds are &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You must weigh more&lt;br /&gt;Than a washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes are too.&lt;br /&gt;If I had one,&lt;br /&gt;I'd throw it at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Like a big fiery comet.&lt;br /&gt;Your face would make even&lt;br /&gt;Quasimodo vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Daffodils are &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You might look better&lt;br /&gt;If you scraped off that mold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Looming huge to the ant.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would drown&lt;br /&gt;In a waste treatment plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humorous, isn't it? i showed it to my sister and she started laughing her head off. but please, don't recite it to someone you don't like. it's juts for fun, i repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who comes, please tag!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-114896155931103000?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/114896155931103000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=114896155931103000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114896155931103000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114896155931103000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/05/second-day-of-june-holidays.html' title='second day of the june holidays...'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-114889092193020574</id><published>2006-05-29T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:01:07.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>many things</title><content type='html'>just last thursday i had my first lesson of homec and it was so fun! i guess it's better than D&amp;T, because we are so slacky during D&amp;amp;T, but not during homec, definitely. i made my very first sandwich. haha. it was a tuna one, with lettuce and two teensy eensy slices of tomato. it's pretty easy to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steps to take...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. wash your two pieces of lettuce and half a tomato. please don't wash your bread or it'll be all soggy. (eew)&lt;br /&gt;2. dunk some mayonnaise into your container of tuna and mix it well. divide the tuna into two halves.&lt;br /&gt;3. spread some butter onto your three slices of bread. not too much or it'll be too unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;4. take your half of the tomato and cut out two slices. take the sharp edge of the knife and hold the edge of the tomato and then make a slit before cutting the slice out. don't cut your finger!and throw the round part away because you won't need it.&lt;br /&gt;5. take one slice of lettuce and place onto a piece of bread. then put a slice of tomato and then a half of your tuna.&lt;br /&gt;6. put the second piece of bread over.&lt;br /&gt;7. repeat step five. and then step six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;VOILA!&lt;/em&gt; you have your sandwich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you want to cut it into two...&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT press your whole sandwich down.&lt;br /&gt;press two diagonal corners of your sandwich lightly and then take a knife and slice it through. use the sharp edge of the knife to make a slit like when you're cutting the tomato.&lt;br /&gt;see? easy peasy.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now reading The Da Vinci Code...so damn cool. Fascinating, seriously. has lots of stuff i don't understand, but anyway, who cares? lots of French stuff too. words.&lt;br /&gt;lots of homework but i have already had a headstart on my SRA. am im glad, because i think i might slack. have about 25 to do...done 14 total. (= there's still my LEAD assignments, chinese...&lt;br /&gt;okay never mind i won't bother about my homework for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-114889092193020574?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/114889092193020574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=114889092193020574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114889092193020574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114889092193020574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/05/many-things.html' title='many things'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-114735944513711442</id><published>2006-05-11T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:32:13.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my mid-year exams</title><content type='html'>4 down, 6 to go! woohoo! i am simply estatic. (:&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had english comprehension and chinese composition. i wrote a whole lot of rubbish for chinese and when i went down to see my teacher to ask about tomorrow's (which is today's) comprehension paper topics, he said i should work harder as i, recently, have become rather lazy.&lt;br /&gt;well. can't blame him. it's true. i have been slacking and if you're wondering why i'm posting this, i'll tell you: i'm giving my brain some time to rest. my brain juice is running out. why am i making my brain sound like a tank or something?? okay, whatever. i'll be starting my literature and maths revision tomorrow and saturday and sunday. the faster i finish, the happier i'll be.&lt;br /&gt;today, i had chinese comprehension and...oh, yeah, history. shit, why can't i even remember the things that happened today??? oh, but there's something seriously disgusting that happened today and i think you wouldn't want to hear about it because you will either gag and then run to the washroom to puke your guts out or you'll lose your appetite for the whole day, unless you've got a horrid memory, which is actually pretty good at times. you won't remember all the horrendous stuff that happened to you unless someone brought it up.&lt;br /&gt;i am still debating whether i should tell you about this. it's been permanently stuck in my brsin ever since this freaking morning and it's gross.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, WAY, WAY gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: please have a plastic bag with you when you read the next part. if you're too timid to find out what's after this line, skip to another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to school like normal today and then later we had to sing the national anthem. halfway through i heard some guy cough and after that he...&lt;br /&gt;should i write this out?? or maybe you know what i'm gonna write.&lt;br /&gt;PUKED.&lt;br /&gt;thank god he wasn't right next to me or i would have fainted or done something worst.&lt;br /&gt;here comes the nasty part.&lt;br /&gt;thing is, his vomiting sounded like water splashing on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;ugh, i don't feel like writing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hurriedly, instictly turned myself to the left so that i wouldn't see anything. i mean, seriously, there were so many people looking to the right and i was thinking, like, it's HUMILATING enough to puke in public. especially when you're right through some really important event. and people still can stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what happened to the guy afterwards, but i sincerely hope he's okay. puking on an examination day is the worst thing anyone could experience.&lt;br /&gt;kai ping (my first best friend; see profile) said that it sounded like a tap.&lt;br /&gt;GROSS. never mind, i gotta go. bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-114735944513711442?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/114735944513711442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=114735944513711442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114735944513711442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114735944513711442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-mid-year-exams.html' title='my mid-year exams'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-114691843943050896</id><published>2006-05-06T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T05:30:51.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attacked</title><content type='html'>this page looks very much like a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;oh, well, i have been very busy with homework and projects. tsk. that's the bad thing. everyone keeps calling me 'guai1 kia4' and i find it a little irritating. what's wrong with doing homework? some people also call me 'nerd' and 'bookworm' because i love to read. i think they're just plain lazy. no offence, but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have made some progress with the flute. i know how to play a song. i know it's childish, but i find it a little hard to play the flute.&lt;br /&gt;that song is mary had a little lamb.&lt;br /&gt;please don't laugh, i beg you.&lt;br /&gt;right. now where was i?&lt;br /&gt;okay. it's polling day today, but my brother stedman still had swimming lesson. and it's at mornington cresent, y' know, those kind of quiet avenues that have terrace houses and big, mean, scary dogs, maybe a daschund or a bulldog or something equally ugly. not that i'm talking about the daschund (why does it look weird?? did i spell it wrongly?), but the bulldog.&lt;br /&gt;all right, so since my sister had gone to her friend's house to do a project, my dad, mum and i went walking on those quiet lanes. and that's when the climax of this story came.&lt;br /&gt;there was a house on the other side of the road which was surrounded by a fence. there was a large patch of sweet, emerald-green grass where we saw an ugly, fat bulldog. we were just walking and suddenly the thing just started barking fiercely and charged straight at my mum, who was in front of my dad and i. everything became one whole big blur and me, being miss panic, got so scared that i was about to run when my dad grabbed my arm and told me to stay where i was. the dog's barking had done a whole load of commotion. his barking had roused many other dogs who all begin barking at the same time. my dad yelled at the dog and shooed it away and that's when the owners saw their dog. there were a man and a boy (he was in the yard of the house). the man called his dog off and brought him back into the yard after a fair bit of coaxing. then later, as we started walking off, we saw the boy chasing his bulldog around the yard, a dark blue leash in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;turns out that the owner was letting the dog poo &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt; the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOW&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;IRRESPONSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i told my mum that, in my opinion, he should have at least spread newspapers in the kitchen or somewhere (like my uncle, who has a 7 or 8 year old maltese called Bobby who barks non stop like a lunatic when we come and visit them; he's seriously hyper) so that if the dog poos on them, he can just pack them up and throw them into the bin or if he really wants to let his dog out, at least put him on a leash! i mean, seriously, me describing is not too good, but if you were there, you would have been shaking in your shoes (that's an idiom).&lt;br /&gt;i had gotten so scared i realised that my knees were like wobbly jelly and that i had probably chewed off my bottom lip about a minute later.&lt;br /&gt;this incident is really, really, really mad. and scary. but at least i know one thing: don't run if an animal comes charging at you. it WILL attack you. just stay the three Cs: Calm, Cool and Confident. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taught you something, didn't i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-114691843943050896?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/114691843943050896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=114691843943050896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114691843943050896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114691843943050896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/05/attacked.html' title='attacked'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-114259185240718241</id><published>2006-03-17T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T02:37:32.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>power dressing exhibition</title><content type='html'>today about 60 to 70 of us visited the ACM--Ancient Civilisations Museum. that was our reward for getting top 10 in our first history test (= it was interesting and educational. we learned more about the emperor's robes last time, like the dragons on them were special--they had 5 claws, unlike the normal ones which only had 4. and its like sort of 'copyright', so if anyone else wears a robe with 5 claws (i think) they could be executed. bleh. it's kind of unfair if you think of it. i mean, it's not even something like murdering someone or something.&lt;br /&gt;later we had this basic leadership workshop thing and i got so bored, i tell you, i was ready to fall asleep. blah blah this and blah blah that. we were at it for nearly 3 hours. and then, voila!&lt;br /&gt;FEEDBACK FORM TIME.&lt;br /&gt;it's always like that. i don't get it. i hate filling up feedback forms so i just tick all the 'Agree's and nope, no personal comments and i hand it in.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;see you (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-114259185240718241?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/114259185240718241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=114259185240718241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114259185240718241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114259185240718241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/03/power-dressing-exhibition.html' title='power dressing exhibition'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-114232551129665941</id><published>2006-03-14T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:38:31.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy, busy, busy</title><content type='html'>feels like home to be posting something again, even if it's just a little short paragraph or two. anyway, i barely have time to touch the comp and my grades have been slipping. i got a C grade for my physics modular test (&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;/45, plus my physics teacher is super disappointed; many people were in the B-C range and only a certain few got A) and i failed my maths class test by 2 marks (&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;/30 well, i don't consider myself too bad cos one of my friends got 8) and i failed my CA1 zuo4 wen2 by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1/2 a mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;34 1/2&lt;/span&gt; /70) AAARRRGGHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;my dad started going nag-nag-nag and say-say-say at the same time and so did my mum. i know it's for my own good but i hate it when they start nagging (doesn't everyone?) because they will go on and on and on and on and on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm the one going on and on.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to give myself a headstart in chem, i've decided to read the first chapter on my own. it's pretty short, just a few pages...i think 11. it's telling us about measuring the amount of substance and blah blah. whatever. they say on a lucky laboratory accident or something a chemist found aspartame, a substance 200 times sweeter than sugar and they use it in our food, if i'm not wrong. ha.&lt;br /&gt;did anyone watch 'the shaggy dog'? i just watched it yesterday and it's really nice. don't expect me to do a movie review for you or i'll spoil the fun. go watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-114232551129665941?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/114232551129665941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=114232551129665941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114232551129665941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/114232551129665941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy, busy, busy'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-114027342848954095</id><published>2006-02-18T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T06:37:08.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>history test and band</title><content type='html'>we had our second history test around seven february or something and my teacher gave it back to us just recently. it was hard and i couldn't answer some of the questions. so after that lesson 20 of us (10 from 1E5, my class and the other 10 from 1E6, since we always joined classes with them) were called to see our teacher. i was thinking, 'oh, no! did we do something wrong???'&lt;br /&gt;turns out that the 10 (from my class) she called were the top 10, including me. but before everyone went off she reprimanded us. she was like, '1E5, 1E6, or history is atrocious! especially 1E6!'&lt;br /&gt;i got so scared when she said the 'especially'. i thought she was going to say 1E5.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so, anyway, i think i was the last person in the top 10 category or something. i got 19/30 and the highest in my class was 22 half /30. for 1E6, the highest was 22. lowest was 7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! can you imagine? the person probably didn't study and wrote LOTS of crap.&lt;br /&gt;so guess what was our reward?&lt;br /&gt;it was a free trip to a museum during the march holidays(=  (=&lt;br /&gt;im happy.&lt;br /&gt;another thing. its concerning band. so, i got assigned to play the flute and i can make a solid sound now(= my senior told me i even have to BUZZ into the flute. i don't know how to describe that action but anyway, it was a funny sound. my senior showed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372915.post-113836828591116489</id><published>2006-01-27T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T05:25:03.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hey everyone! so far school's been okay. well, if you think i was gonna say GREAT!, you are WRONG.apparently this is because my class is so noisy, and i don't really like noise): another thing is that the guy sitting next to me is UBER-IRRITATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!can't stand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh my god, im like so tired...just yesterday(well, i think it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; yesterday)when my PE teacher mr raj asked us to jog one round around the whole school in four minutes or less. woohoo! so fun.i ran back into the school with a very nice timing of 3 min 57 sec!!many people were already there but many people were still running so i wasn't first nor was i last but just in in the middle. actually, come to think of it, it wasn't really accurate since we had to sqeeze out of the tiny school gate before jogging out, and i was among the last few. i could see everyone jogging and the shoes pounding on the floor kind of reminded me of horses running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so, anyway, i just wanna wish y'all HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-113836828591116489?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/113836828591116489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=113836828591116489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/113836828591116489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/113836828591116489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/01/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-113680623138465352</id><published>2006-01-09T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T04:29:50.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec One Orientation</title><content type='html'>oh my god...this whole week has been so busy. nah, i'm just kidding. it's been okay. but now i'm so sick of sitting. the whole orientation...i can tell you we sat in the hall for like, so many times. there was one time when they were showing the CCAs, and we sat in the hall for close to three hours[two hours and forty-fice minutes]!! we got lots of leg cramps.&lt;br /&gt;just a few things to say...okay, maybe alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;first&lt;strong&gt;day&lt;/strong&gt;of&lt;strong&gt;orientation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7.25-7.45: morning assembly.as in we read.we were out at the parade square.it was a nice morning(=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7.50-10.10:the admin people adressed us when we got to the hall...blah blah blah...i got seriously bored.really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10.10-10.45:very short recess...the queues were long and we had to finish our food 5 min before the bell rang...)=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10.45-11.20:mrs mary koh, the principal, adressed us...hall again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11.20-11.55: mr stanley gng, the DM, adressed us..[i'm really sorry for using so many 'adressed'...you must be sick of it now]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11.55-12.30:they taught us the school song and the school hymn. the school hymn is actually the prayer of st francis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;12.30-1.40:we had an 'amazing race'.they gave us pictures and we had to see where they were.but before they gave us the clues, we had to do something funny like do the chicken dance or spell the word reduce with our butts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1.40-2.15:lunch![short too]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2.20-3.20:we had to do reflections.[hall...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3.20-4.30:bonding session...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt;day&lt;strong&gt;of&lt;/strong&gt;orientation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;they had staff contact time from 7.25-8.55, so we came to school at 8.40.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9.45-10.45:we had a maths proficiency test. it wasn't too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10.45-11.20: the english hod, mrs ng, adressed us[hall again...].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;11.20-11.55: we had our recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;11.55-1.40:we had our campfire item preparation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1.40-2.15: assemble in hall for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2.15-2.50: lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2.50-6.30: they gave us CCA presentations.our legs were cramped when they were done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;third&lt;strong&gt;day&lt;/strong&gt;of&lt;strong&gt;orientation&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7.25-7.45:morning assembly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7.50-8.25: we had a science talk[hall...] by mr njoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8.25-9: mr lua gave us a mother tongue briefing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9-9.35:we sang the school song and hymn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9.35-10.10: we had to do reflections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10.10-10.45: recess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10.45-12.30:we learned cheers to sing at the campfire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;12.30-2.15: we had our campfire item preparation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2.15-2.50: lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2.50-6:they gave us a uniformed-groups guided tour.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6-6.30: we had dinner[yum]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6.30-8.50: campfire!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so,  you can see i spent like don't know how much time sitting in the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yup, that's about it.i'm gonna go.see you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-113680623138465352?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/113680623138465352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=113680623138465352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/113680623138465352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/113680623138465352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2006/01/sec-one-orientation.html' title='Sec One Orientation'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-113573518889399280</id><published>2005-12-27T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T04:40:18.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>news update</title><content type='html'>really sorry for not posting for so long--it feels long to me.does it feel long to you?--cos:&lt;br /&gt;1]i have to read xi1 you2 ji4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;not that i wanted to. my &lt;em&gt;parents&lt;/em&gt; asked me to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2]i have been reading fearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;by francine pascal.i recommend it. it's addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3]i have been going out alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;during weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4]my sis uses it most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, right now i'm gonna tell you everything i've been through this whole holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, most important thing first. movies come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-psle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. guess what school they dumped me to?&lt;br /&gt;BEDOK TOWN SEC SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;yes. &lt;em&gt;dumped.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1]hai sing&lt;br /&gt;2]dunman sec[susanti went there]&lt;br /&gt;3]tkgs[i dunno why my parrents put it]&lt;br /&gt;4]nan chiau&lt;br /&gt;5]st. hilda's&lt;br /&gt;6]chung cheng&lt;br /&gt;all the neightbourhood schools that i chose increased their marks.&lt;br /&gt;so...i appealed to&lt;br /&gt;a-st nicks&lt;br /&gt;b-mayflower sec&lt;br /&gt;c-hai sing[duh]&lt;br /&gt;d-pasir ris crest&lt;br /&gt;no news yet, but i'm hoping to hear from any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;okay, right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, i went to watch movie...um, 2 times?think so.&lt;br /&gt;1]zathura&lt;br /&gt;12 dec 2005&lt;br /&gt;wow.it was seriously...&lt;br /&gt;fun.just like jumanji. but i still think jumanji was scarier[because of that hunter]&lt;br /&gt;the main characters are these 2 brothers walter[older] and danny[younger].they always fight with each other, but danny always wants to play a game with walter.&lt;br /&gt;after that danny finds the board game zathura and they start to play.okay, there are some funny parts, cos the thing is, danny doesn't know how to read, and when he turns the thing a card pops out. and since he doesn't know how to read, he tries to make some sense of the words he's looking at, and he blabbers out some nonsense.yup, funny.&lt;br /&gt;i went to watch with my sis and wenxin, one of her really old friends from studentcare.in the end it was really funny in the cinema, cos we were at TM, and when the show ended, both my sis and wenxin were shivering.weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;anyway later we walk around, and after that we go home.&lt;br /&gt;zathura was a nice show(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2]the promise&lt;br /&gt;20 dec&lt;br /&gt;this time round i watched with susanti.yeah, it was kinda nice.watched it at bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3]king kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time i watched it with my family. the ending was sad. i actually had tears in my eyes! normally i don't cry in theatres even if any part is sad. a must watch. i recommend(:&lt;br /&gt;there was a funny part when the people went on a search on Skull Island to find Ann Darrow[Naomi Watts] and they found King Kong's footprint. One of the guys said, 'There's only one creature with feet of this size.'&lt;br /&gt;everyone looked at him expectantly, and he went, 'The Abominable Snowman.'&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the theatre burst out laughing.it was seriously funny.&lt;br /&gt;another one was king kong fighting with a dinosaur to protect ann.first he bit off the tongue, then i think he smashed the bone in the mouth or something.after the dinosaur was dead king kong tried to close the mouth but it was already broken so he couldn't. it was funny. after that he ran off and ann followed him.he looked at her and pretended to ignore her.yup, that part was funny too.&lt;br /&gt;there were more funny parts, but the best one i remembered were this two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could say i watched alot of movies. normally i don't go out so many times.yeah, but i think king kong was the nicest.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12372915.post-113344815094992430</id><published>2005-12-01T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:11:01.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my psle score is...</title><content type='html'>...228.i wasn't disappointed or anything.i mean, even before i got it.i just wasn't feeling anything.im not angry, or sad, or anything.maybe because&lt;br /&gt;-i knew i was going to get this kind of result.&lt;br /&gt;-i had all As, higher mother tongue merit.&lt;br /&gt;good news is, I DON'T HAVE TO GO TO MY SIS'S SCHOOL!!!WHEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;scratch that.i &lt;em&gt;may &lt;/em&gt;get into my sis's school.but low chance.anyway, let me explain. but first i must tell all of you why i'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to go to my sis's school.don't ask me why;i just don't like a girls' school.futhermore even if i go there i won't be happy, cos my dad wants me to join band like my sis. the thing is i want to continue C.O.&lt;br /&gt;That's Chinese Orchestra, for those who don't know and are scratching their heads now.&lt;br /&gt;ok.now to tell you why maybe i may end up in my sis's school.&lt;br /&gt;actually my parents called the school and it turns out that they only took in their school's P6(for express).yeah, i got into express.so they were, like, saying, if there is space for me then i have to go.and give up hai sing(my first choice)maximum in 1 class 40 people.&lt;br /&gt;get it? i hope you do.&lt;br /&gt;oh, please please...st nicks P6 students be stupider...fill up all 120 spaces, sice there's only going to be 3 classes...*crosses fingers tightly*&lt;br /&gt;never mind. sorry for not informing earlier on.the computer was a little bonkers.yep.so, okay, gotta go..will keep all of you informed.cheerios!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-113344815094992430?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/113344815094992430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=113344815094992430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/113344815094992430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/113344815094992430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-psle-score-is.html' title='my psle score is...'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-113344896468332865</id><published>2005-12-01T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T02:39:23.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARRY POTTER ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm serious!!HARRY POTTER ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay, i'm gonna stop saying that. i watched it right after i went for my results with benita, one of my extremely good friends(:&lt;br /&gt;if susanti were to see this post right now, i bet don't know how much she'd fall asleep reading it.she doesn't like harry potter.not interested in it.&lt;br /&gt;the show was approximately 2 h 37 min.it was dark, but not really.it was really nice.the mermaids looked a little scary, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lord voldemort wasn't as scary as I expected.his nostrils were slits and his skin was totally pale.plus he had bony fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok then.i should say it's a MUST WATCH!heh heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-113344896468332865?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/113344896468332865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=113344896468332865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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my mortar board[that's a graduation hat]for today's P6 farewell party from 3 to 5.30 with susanti and xiang yun[another one of my friends]so, i had been working for about 2 to 3 hours straight[i think], and then i wanted to go to the toilet, so susanti accompanied me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when i finished doing my business, i was just busy neatening my hair at the 3rd basin, when this little girl about 6 or 7 years old with a terrible blocked nose and a mickey mouse vest came up to me and stared at me while leaning on the 2nd basin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;she continued to stare at me but i ignored her. just then an &lt;em&gt;oi&lt;/em&gt; escaped from her mouth and went straight into my right ear. i thought maybe if i continue ignoring her like i did before, she will go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but she DIDN'T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;she &lt;em&gt;oi&lt;/em&gt;-ed a few more times before i finally got fed up with her and turned to her with this why-are-you-talking-to-me-when-we-don't-even-know-each-other look pasted on my face.she went, 'what primary are you?' in this totally &lt;em&gt;bo-chap&lt;/em&gt; way.i decided to reply in the same way as she asked my that stupid question. i went '6' and then totally ignored her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just then, susanti came out of the toilet and then the girl started washing her hands at the first basin. i quickly made sweeping motions with my left hand to susanti.the girl did not see at all. when susanti saw what i was doing she laughed out loud and hurried over to me. i immediately wrenched open the door and ran out. that girl was so creepy. so i walked really fast, it would have been considered extra fast brisk walking. 'do you want to buy something...' was all susanti said until she hurried to catch up with me. when she asked me why i walked so fast, i told her i would explain to her later. when i turned around, i found that creepy little girl following us!i got really creeped out so i walked &lt;em&gt;even&lt;/em&gt; faster. later when i went up the escalator to the first floor[i was at the basement at NTUC], i turned around and found that the girl was nowhere in sight. then i looked where the toilets were but i really couldn't see her anywhere.that was when i gave a 'phew' and told susanti what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you know what? i think she thought i was too short too be a P6 or something.but whatever.i have a few classmates shorter than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-113219288417759683?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/113219288417759683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=113219288417759683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/113219288417759683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/113219288417759683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2005/11/psycho-girl.html' title='psycho girl'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-113193845841759836</id><published>2005-11-14T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T19:24:00.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im back to school today for the last week.this week is going to be pretty busy i think.for one thing, im going to have to make a mortar board[graduation hat]for the coming P6 farewell party.IN 2 DAYS.but the bad thing is that i don't know how to make it.eck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;another thing is tha i have to start practising piano AGAIN every day.i don't really like piano.but i don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now what else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;erm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh. never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-113193845841759836?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/113193845841759836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=113193845841759836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/113193845841759836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/113193845841759836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-to-school.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-113185818470365486</id><published>2005-11-13T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:03:04.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday!</title><content type='html'>hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;im back from australia. well, since yesterday around 9-10.&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed myself(: we bought lots of stuff. we ate lots of stuff too.but really unhealthy ones.we ate lots of eggs! im sick of them now.we ate lots of bacon and bread[for lunch]too.most of our lunches were bread, bread, and bread.&lt;br /&gt;i collected alot of seashells from beaches[22, to be exact].it was fun!we caught tiny crabs at the Sorrento jetty on our 3 day. About 25.when we wanted to release them, some of them[we realised]were pregnant. we could see the mass of orange stuff below.i released one, and when i let it go back into the shalow water, it immediately burrowed into the sand! i was so stupid;i thought the sand was too soft and it tried to walk but it went in.i tried to pick it up but it was already gone.&lt;br /&gt;i bought the first book of the Gossip Girl series.It's called Gossip Girl. Its pretty nice. I've read the 2 one, You know you love me, and another one All I want is everything and  another one which I forgot the title.&lt;br /&gt;okay, gotta go.cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-113185818470365486?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/113185818470365486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=113185818470365486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/113185818470365486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/113185818470365486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2005/11/holiday.html' title='holiday!'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-113049845662543384</id><published>2005-10-28T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T04:20:56.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow City and Kent Ridge Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We went to Snow City on Tues, 25 Oct. It was so COOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But the bad thing was that I didn't bring pants...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I still can't stop thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was so fun.I can guarantee you I went down that slope at least &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; times.It was so...COOL.Except some ice went into my mouth.but who cares about that?I screamed all the way down to the bottom [although it was only for fun] and by the time I reached the bottom, I was laughing. There was one time, I went down and halfway, the rubber tube slipped and I ended up sliding down the ice on my butt. It was so funny but my butt was wet after that. Um...I mean the pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Another thing was that someone gathered the ice and threw it onto my cheek. It was too bad I didn't know who that person was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Next, Kent Ridge Park. It was B-O-R-I-N-G...I didn't know topography (map reading) would be so boring. Plus I got lots of mosquito bites. Oh which reminds me...I saw...*dramatic pause*...Felicia Chin and Julian Hee! It was so exciting and everybody was, like, [gasp!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay...it was seriously a once-in-a-lifetime experience!They set up on the pavement, and in front of them was this huge big gold rock. Well, not exactly. But the guide Mr Wee[an old guy with a potbelly]told us to go to the big stone for answers to our worksheet. But instead of looking at our paper, we were looking at them! It was kinda funny, 'cos after that Mr Wee saw and went,'Hey! You all looking at your worksheet or them?' in a joking kind of way and then shooed us to the gun which was on the other side. We were all like, 'Hah...' but we went eventually. The MediaCorp people there all laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kent Ridge Park had a nice scenery, even if it meant going there for education.There were many trees, uncountable.All tall, with long branches....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ulp. I better go. My sis has been waiting for dunno how long. Which reminds me: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire!! Im definitely gonna watch it!With my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:G@g"&gt;G2g&lt;/a&gt;, ttfn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-113049845662543384?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/113049845662543384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=113049845662543384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/113049845662543384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/113049845662543384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2005/10/snow-city-and-kent-ridge-park.html' title='Snow City and Kent Ridge Park'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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-12372915.post-112951938123481501</id><published>2005-10-16T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:23:01.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over, over, over</title><content type='html'>YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!PSLE'S OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;this is the FIRST time i've been to the computer lab ever since psle was over.so free now.haha.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i checked my mail, and i received 10! most from my mother and some from other people.this is very unbelievable since the most i get is only 4.or below.&lt;br /&gt;wah...the words are so big.i am not used to it at all.the keys are so diffficult to type.&lt;br /&gt;you know, we had to &lt;em&gt;FIGHT &lt;/em&gt;with the 6/1 to get into the lab, since the other one was to be used for psle marking. and mrs yah was so angry.and then when the 6/1 walked past us, they gave us the &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt;.it's like, the 6/1 have been to the computer lab everyday!&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;35 more minutes.&lt;br /&gt;okay then.ttfn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12372915-112951938123481501?l=wanderingattention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/feeds/112951938123481501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12372915&amp;postID=112951938123481501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/112951938123481501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12372915/posts/default/112951938123481501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingattention.blogspot.com/2005/10/over-over-over.html' title='over, over, over'/><author><name>sunny gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01526644091009848575</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>
