<?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-13563886</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:49:54.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanfan jingfing! :D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-4635224650915392521</id><published>2007-02-04T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:12:26.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in this 151st post i therefore declare that blogger is becoming as good as lj but lj is still better xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you see this blog just forget about me updating here waha&lt;br /&gt;just click below instead! (i know its troublesome! but who cares! xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://summerainbow.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://summerainbow.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-4635224650915392521?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4635224650915392521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=4635224650915392521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/4635224650915392521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/4635224650915392521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-this-151st-post-i-therefore-declare.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-116264624751020392</id><published>2006-11-04T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:17:27.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puppets</title><content type='html'>what if i can incorporate the&lt;br /&gt;chinese puppet show,&lt;br /&gt;wayang kulit,&lt;br /&gt;glove puppets,&lt;br /&gt;string puppetes and&lt;br /&gt;the "life-sized" stuffed puppets&lt;br /&gt;into one theatre puppet show where&lt;br /&gt;mama tells the story of the tortoise and rabbit.&lt;div 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title='puppets'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-116264114039979726</id><published>2006-11-04T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T19:52:25.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELL.&lt;br /&gt;lj doesnt like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-116264114039979726?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/116264114039979726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=116264114039979726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/116264114039979726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/116264114039979726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/11/hell.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-116045488426302262</id><published>2006-10-10T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:34:48.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye blogger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHIFTED. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://summerainbow.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://summerainbow.livejournal.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-116045488426302262?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/116045488426302262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=116045488426302262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/116045488426302262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/116045488426302262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/10/byebye-blogger.html' title='byebye blogger!'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-116014120384941087</id><published>2006-10-06T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:26:44.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADVERTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/22-09-06_1318.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was mugging at jurong east again but i got distracted by the advertising section in the library xD&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know they have such intresting books hahah! and i spent half the time looking at this really really interesting advertising book called CREATIVITY 34. sounded like a weird book but attracted my attention wahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some really interesting adverts i found ahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/06-10-06_1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/06-10-06_1552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hmm. i was hoping this would help in publicity for MLFHC. yeah so i got this draft for MLFHC: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/01-10-06_1854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hopefully this will help in something for publicity next year haahah if not chop chop scrape it off hahah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/06-10-06_1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/06-10-06_1557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is one interesting advert by a Singapore company! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/06-10-06_1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/06-10-06_1550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/06-10-06_1553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/06-10-06_1553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/06-10-06_1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/06-10-06_1539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/06-10-06_1540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/06-10-06_1540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/06-10-06_1544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/06-10-06_1544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was amused by this advert. (it says: Take this test. See what it is like to drink and drive. Place your nose against this dot and try to read. Scary isn't it?) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was highly amused! xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/06-10-06_1546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/06-10-06_1546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another cat i thought might help MLFHC publ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;icity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/06-10-06_1542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/06-10-06_1542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND THIS. i must say. is the dumbest adver i've seen and i was rather -.- by it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what an inspiring day! hahahahs and maths wasnt too bad today. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;whatever. &lt;/u&gt; HAHAHS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-116014120384941087?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/116014120384941087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=116014120384941087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/116014120384941087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/116014120384941087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/10/adverts.html' title='ADVERTS!'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-116005507525193433</id><published>2006-10-05T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:31:15.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i might not be seen in nanyang next year x(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-116005507525193433?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/116005507525193433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=116005507525193433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/116005507525193433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/116005507525193433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think-i-might-not-be-seen-in-nanyang.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-116005231119111514</id><published>2006-10-05T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T20:56:14.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>history should be gone case bah.&lt;br /&gt;lang arts was okay but my point of view abt that lady was so different from other people waha.&lt;br /&gt;chinese i din finish compo! &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its deforestation! not forest fire mah! the trees chopped down would have been asjes liao lorh if its forest fires right! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. no point looking back now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SORRY JIADA. x(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so so so sorry about yesterday yeah. blahh. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot for pei-ing me mug at jurong east library yeah thankyew!&lt;br /&gt;yeah and helping me rmb &lt;strong&gt;oak&lt;/strong&gt;, ash, misty then brock right.&lt;br /&gt;and for graphs and zomg so many things yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah because of that i feel so much much much even more gulty about mugging nonstop last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am such a mean poke. rarr. X(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-116005231119111514?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/116005231119111514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=116005231119111514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/116005231119111514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/116005231119111514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/10/history-should-be-gone-case-bah.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115945069833038590</id><published>2006-09-28T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:38:19.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PENGUIN SAYS HI XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/22-09-06_1318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/22-09-06_1318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MY CLAY PENGUIN AND GUEN'S TURTLE SAYS HI. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahah guen's turtle's shell slanted sideways during the three days home study + weekend. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115945069833038590?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115945069833038590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115945069833038590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115945069833038590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115945069833038590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-penguin-says-hi-xd.html' title='MY PENGUIN SAYS HI XD'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115934466554543571</id><published>2006-09-27T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:11:05.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reply to all tags :) (finally!)</title><content type='html'>i shall reply to tags from goodness since when X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to gen: ahahah gen i love it too wahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fenghan: hahahs i dont really know who is dingjie but yeah "roughly" know who he is hahahs why? your cousin? xD oh yes i will try to link ya up soon yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to surya: YES SURYA ZOMG I AM SO SORRY hahah was bloody busy recently yeah but now its finally changed! hahahs sorry yeah hahahs and no thanks to your constant reminders hahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to xenia: hahahs your being nice! hahahahhs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115934466554543571?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115934466554543571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115934466554543571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115934466554543571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115934466554543571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/09/reply-to-all-tags-finally.html' title='reply to all tags :) (finally!)'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115934314479468848</id><published>2006-09-27T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T15:45:45.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SEE THE FINISHING LINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;CANT.&lt;br /&gt;SEEM.&lt;br /&gt;TO.&lt;br /&gt;GO.&lt;br /&gt;ANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FURTHER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115934314479468848?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115934314479468848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115934314479468848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115934314479468848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115934314479468848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-see-finishing-line-but.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115864237178137415</id><published>2006-09-19T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T13:06:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah the letter boxes for everyone at the back of the class (aka BEHIND ME) is so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;a few more months to seperation! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i feel so pessimistic suddenly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115864237178137415?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115864237178137415/comments/default' 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said&lt;br /&gt;god bless the theatre club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought he gave that suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt he know now that we treat every of his suggestion seriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115815433136950479?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115815433136950479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115815433136950479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115815433136950479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115815433136950479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-when-we-decided-on-mama-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115804435688158319</id><published>2006-09-12T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:59:25.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lols i cannot believe i am actually having time to blog in school now &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the council recess patrols and mugging for tests etc hahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUG MUG MUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahs&lt;br /&gt;zhee says that i am drowning in my sea of pink.&lt;br /&gt;i realy think i am &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115804435688158319?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115804435688158319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115804435688158319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115804435688158319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115804435688158319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/09/lols-i-cannot-believe-i-am-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115753397923300626</id><published>2006-09-06T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T17:12:59.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>202 class party for tdc</title><content type='html'>stupid blogger. -.- finally it can be uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8230642.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8230642.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/classparty06.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="363" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/classparty06.3.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ripped from shumei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8230639.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheesecake my cca batch and i made! &lt;333&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115753397923300626?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115753397923300626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115753397923300626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115753397923300626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115753397923300626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/09/202-class-party-for-tdc.html' title='202 class party for tdc'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115753337649843033</id><published>2006-09-06T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T17:02:56.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RARR.</title><content type='html'>SINCE the class photos i wanted to upload cant upload it may never be uploaded again.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;those for nanyang glitters too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid fever is coming back again.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;on and off for three days liao leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE FEVER DIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115753337649843033?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115753337649843033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115753337649843033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115753337649843033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115753337649843033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/09/rarr.html' title='RARR.'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115753109749944282</id><published>2006-09-06T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:24:57.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6-5 gathering pics!</title><content type='html'>class gathering neoprints~!&lt;br /&gt;those who went for the gathering please feel free to rip the neoprints from here if you did not receive my email!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/img003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/img003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/img004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/img004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8230644.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8230644.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE WONDEFUL SOUP. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8230646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8230646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/File0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/File0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/File0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/File0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/File0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/File0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/File0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/File0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/File0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/File0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all! &lt;3 6-5!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115753109749944282?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115753109749944282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115753109749944282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115753109749944282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115753109749944282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/09/6-5-gathering-pics.html' title='6-5 gathering pics!'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115712108375819125</id><published>2006-09-01T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:06:11.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what it takes to patch a break up:&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup of big size coke&lt;br /&gt;pink sushi&lt;br /&gt;half container of wasabi&lt;br /&gt;2 panadol&lt;br /&gt;coke-flavoured bubble gum that tasted like orange peel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coke&lt;br /&gt;pink sushi&lt;br /&gt;wasabi&lt;br /&gt;panadol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; coke-flavoured bubble gum that tasted like orange peel &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it was me who ate bubble gum with sushi and couldnt decide which is sushi which is gum in my mouth X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiada i hope you havent died yet cos of me x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115712108375819125?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115712108375819125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115712108375819125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115712108375819125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115712108375819125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-it-takes-to-patch-break-up-13-cup.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115702961413026284</id><published>2006-08-31T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:06:54.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6-5 CLASS GATHERING</title><content type='html'>teachers day! was a little sao xing though but saw lotsa people! xD and mr raymond lee was the ONLY teacher we saw can. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photos Madness! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8230643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some secret transaction between xinyu and xenia in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8230645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8230645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and xinyu after a nice meal at the food court! well. nice indeed. x( poor skirt of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8230648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8230648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group photo! hahas gosh we were told off by the security thereafter that we cant take photos  in the mall! xD hahas taken by this ny BOM sec1 whom we happened to meet at lot1. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;saw yuanhan too! x) and christabel! hahahs how amusing chirstabel's exclassmate is kaiwei's classmate! hahas and christ's scgs fren gave me this tidbit thingy hahas when she doesnt even noe me x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sheesh to the neoprint shop no. one who didnt let us enter to take neos becos we were in uniforms. -.- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now continuation of the lunch we had. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8230647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8230647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some random shot xinyu took. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8230644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8230644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eeps! dam gross! hahas sheesh but it looks like this thai noodles thingy my batchmates and i once ate at a thai restaurant! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8230651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8230651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8230652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8230653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8230653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8230654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8230654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WILL ELABORATE MORE ABOUT THIS SOON. DARN TO THIS THINGY. read the stuff carefully. geraldine was forced by this super rude person to buy at 2 bucks! pissed me off totally. argh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8230649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8230649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115702961413026284?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115702961413026284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115702961413026284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115702961413026284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115702961413026284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/08/6-5-class-gathering.html' title='6-5 CLASS GATHERING'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115642687816920133</id><published>2006-08-24T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:41:18.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel dam sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire is in the hospital cos of lung infection,&lt;br /&gt;sam also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**moans**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those are just people from nanyang.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115642687816920133?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115642687816920133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115642687816920133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115642687816920133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115642687816920133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-feel-dam-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115616965030289725</id><published>2006-08-21T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:14:13.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21AUG</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;learnt something special today! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt how to use a wireless mike! hahahs as in performed with one today at mayflower sec. so cool right hahah i gained experience!&lt;br /&gt;costumes changes were all done with extreme care for me hahahs but i think i screwed a little by going "em that's it" at the end of the show without realising the mike was still on x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least i learn from now on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas took photos today with guen's cam before i zoomed off to mayflower then zoomed back to nanyang then zoomed to bishan again for third lang controle X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, claire get well soon! must jiayou okay! love ya! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/penguin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/penguin.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS. is my clay penguin. :D it turned into a "gorgeous" pink after the last art lesson. x) how amusing. one friend took a look at the picture and even asked me if it was made of cloth. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. tmr is my dear senior evelyn's birthday! happy birthday to her tmr! muach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115616965030289725?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115616965030289725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115616965030289725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115616965030289725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115616965030289725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/08/21aug.html' title='21AUG'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115607940778346329</id><published>2006-08-20T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:10:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos!</title><content type='html'>hahahs. its been a long time since i have posted photos on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8120634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8120634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the guen+hanjing frenzy! hahaha we went berserk on friday writing and ended up filling 2pages of graph paper + 1 unknown sized paper + 3 sheets of A3 paper with everything under the sun!&lt;br /&gt;xD how amusing. mrs heng would not have been proud. x)&lt;br /&gt;**oh, the pink fluff thingy on the right is an elmo! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8130637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8130637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahahs see the gold thingy? thats a theatre club badge eiffel got for me! x) hahahs i pinned it on my hello kitty bag :D dont you just LOVE hello kitty! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8120635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8120635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahahs the nonsense me and guen wrote during mrs heng's class! x) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8120633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P8120633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this! ah! guen's birthday present for me! she drew the digimon on graph paper for me! ***fawns!*** i &lt;333&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P8120636.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahahs. speaking of which, i realised that me and guen we've been sitting beside each other for almost a year already! even after all the termly seat changing we've sat together from the front of the class to the back of the class! x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115607940778346329?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115607940778346329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115607940778346329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115607940778346329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115607940778346329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/08/photos.html' title='photos!'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115599373122696455</id><published>2006-08-19T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:22:11.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was tempted so i decided to blog. x)&lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;Name: hanjing&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: 220692&lt;br /&gt;Current status: single&lt;br /&gt;EyeColor: brownish-black&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: brownish-blackish&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: lefty!&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYERTWO: ON THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: chinese, teochew&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: oh insults!&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: i have lotsa weakness, things like being a paranoid at times,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes too hyper, etc x)&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: lotsa pineapple bits in it! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY,TODAY,TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: what time isst now?&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: anytime later than 10pm :(&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: eh. that would be duael. i didnt try hard enough for&lt;br /&gt;publicity. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK:&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: coke!&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: McDonalds?&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: anything will be cool x)&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: adidas :)&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea: tea tea tea!&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate! duh it keeps people happy!&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: none of the stated! i dread coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: nope&lt;br /&gt;Curse: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower: duh!&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: primary school?!&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: em. duh.&lt;br /&gt;Like(d) school: yuppo&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: sometimes perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: duh. o.O&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: i would have died if i have not.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi: yuppo.&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped: nopes hahah&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: not at all. :S&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: looking forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: never. im a saint. X)&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: if you would count council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLD&lt;br /&gt;Age you're hoping to be married: 21? if i wanna get married i wanna be a young&lt;br /&gt;mum IF i get married x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A GIRL/GUY&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color: em. black?&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color: brownish-black?&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: somewhere in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: WHAT WERE YOU DOING&lt;br /&gt;1 MINUTE AGO: taking a bath?&lt;br /&gt;1 HOUR AGO: eating goreng pisang!&lt;br /&gt;5 HOURS AGO: mugging for french test and falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;1 WEEK AGO: falling sick and lying in bed.&lt;br /&gt;1 YEAR AGO: slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 11:FINISH THE SENTENCE&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: everything in the world!&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL: tired so many things!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: letting others down.&lt;br /&gt;I HIDE: when i play hide and seek?! x)&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: having time for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: a long break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah saw this on shumei's blog and it has been a long time since i've done such stuff&lt;br /&gt;x) hahah and like her hahah i'm on probation for 5 months XI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, someone asked me a few days ago if i have been through a plastic&lt;br /&gt;surgery. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will count braces as one type of plastic surgery. X( but it wasnt due&lt;br /&gt;to "hiao-ness" but due to the alignment of my teeth being so bad it affected my&lt;br /&gt;eating order. X( as for my eyes, i'm born with it. -.- but i've never actually&lt;br /&gt;felt that i have big big eyes until secondary school when people actually told&lt;br /&gt;me. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy to the world! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115599373122696455?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115599373122696455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115599373122696455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115599373122696455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115599373122696455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-was-tempted-so-i-decided-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115590808259320435</id><published>2006-08-18T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:34:53.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where are my photos? x)&lt;br /&gt;people having photos gimme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my clay penguin is pink. how retro-fied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flunked every test excepted chinese. how awesome. X)&lt;br /&gt;i must jia you and buck up liao!&lt;br /&gt;its mayflower sec next monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being with me keeping all my memories for so long.&lt;br /&gt;but now i will have to abandon you so that i will study harder for EOYs. :)&lt;br /&gt;sorry but hahah see you some other days!&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile i hope that people will still continue to tag for me for the time being and keep you alive until i come back! :)&lt;br /&gt;will miss ya!&lt;br /&gt;loves, hanjing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115590808259320435?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115590808259320435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115590808259320435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115590808259320435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115590808259320435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-are-my-photos-x-people-having.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115573738653597572</id><published>2006-08-16T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:09:47.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theatre. :)</title><content type='html'>after being through some exposure to theatre and drama since primary school, i have learnt alot and have grown up alot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are pros and cons but the most important thign that i have most probably learnt so far is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;courage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. in the life of theatre i have lead, i have learnt from two very very influential teachers, artistes, one, mr tang, the other, mr eugene lim. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through them, i have learnt many of the new "magic" in life. from learning to let go and be comfortable with my ownself, my own body, to learning really really cool things like stage combat and learning how alot anything in life can be related to theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about stage stunts! i'm really into them i love it since i have been exposed to it! :D i have learnt so much, so much! the first stage combat i have learnt was from mr eugene - how to be bashed on the wall by people during a stage performance without getting injured in the head yet produce a "sound". i was extremely amused then cos i was the stuntman! x) then, i learnt how to be "dragged" by someone across the floor, being pulled by the hair yet not injure anyone, stuff like that, and then to mr tang, who had taught me the slaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through all these, i have learnt one thing. though these two teachers may have never known each other, they have shown very obvious signs of passion for theatre, which had influenced me greatly, and the basics taught sometimes were similar. take an example: learning to trust oneself. one of the "so-called" most fundamental thing an artiste should be able to do to go far. went through things like falling backwards on the person behind you (mr tang even went to the extent of telling my groupmates for drama sabbatical then to "flip me like an otah") those were really scary thigns yet fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason for me talking about stage combat suddenly is because of the recent incident i have encountered with stage combat during chilli crab. slapping, to me, didnt exactly seem to be a stage combat. in slapping, there are so many ways to do it, air slap, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sherm decided that we would like to let her do a real slap on me. we tried many times, i was slapped many times, and on the actual day of the performance she slapped - rather hard - at well, the wrong place since we didnt practise too well yet, and i had a bad headache during third lang at my left back brain after that. x( hahah but i dont blame her at all. it's not her fault anyway hahah we didnt have enough practice and well, eiffel apparently was slapped by estee for cast two sec3 assembly and soon after she was having some ringing in her head she felt terrible and her father came to know about it and called up mr tang or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**anyway if eiffel or estee i reading this, dont worry! eiffel, after mr tang and said so much i'm sure you have understood, and i believe that both of you will soon be able to bond and trust each other so well, most probably by sec4 you guys would be able to do a perfect slap on each other. if all of us try hard enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp. if it was real slapping, there were some thigns taught by mr tang that we must do, like to have trust in oneself and others and &lt;strong&gt;courage &lt;/strong&gt;to be slapped. :) trust and have confidence in oneself so that when the other party slaps, you have courage to not duck away because when you do, the other party might hit you ear and you might go deaf. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eiffel and estee didnt have a chance to learnt from tang abt it but i heard that sherm had taught them already. me, sherm, beng, pinghui, limyu and stephenie learnt one friday not too long ago the "art of slapping" x) throughout the whole session at the conference room it went slap, slap, slap and more slaps. in the end, mr tang made me tap my cheek with tap water so that it wouldnt swell up too much on just the left of the face. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courage is also needed in an actress to be able to have confidence to step on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in theatre, you learn many things in life that people might not have experienced. also, we could actually learn to break into another perhaps totally different character, be it a male or female, and learn more about how the life of he or she might be, then slowly, before the show, live sleep study eat shit play the character. and after the show, break back to your ownself again, bringing back some learning points from the character performed, be it the lifestyle (might be good sometimes:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is few of the many dozens reasons why i like to do theatre, yet i do have things i fear so much about it. sometimes i feel as though i am such a retarded risk taker, yet i know all these will be worth it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115573738653597572?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115573738653597572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115573738653597572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115573738653597572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115573738653597572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/08/theatre.html' title='theatre. :)'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115556476073911331</id><published>2006-08-14T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:12:41.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah. sorry for adding some worries to some of u guys yah. thanks for the concern. i'm much better now! :D at least i dont need to stay at home and rest anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilli crab dementia touring was and okay start, considering the other schools i have came across. bishan park secondary guys hahah thanks alot man. it really helped that you guys didnt go jeering or anythign even though the mikes were shitty and stuff. :) dunno if it was bcos of ur disiplinary master or sth. but thanks anyway. :) hahah the reaction from bpss peeps about sherm slapping me was "woah....**claps**", while in nanyang, sec4s went like "omigosh..." hahah super amusing to hear and see how different groups of people react to a similar thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for haagen dazs as a form of "reward" for myself for working hard this few weeks! (though i wasnt sppsed to eat anything cold or fruits XP) but it was great! me, beng (huiying), pinghui and sherm piled into j8's haagen dazs and ate ICECREAM :D after me and pinghui's third lang. x) after the treat i felt as sinful and huiying and as contented as pinghui x) it was really a fanastic way to cool and calm myself down after loads of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i am prepared to work even harder for the rest of the year! (and my life! xD) with council stuff coming up, teachers day logistics to finish, touring of chilli crab to mayflower secondary and ang mo kio secondary for my cast (cast 2 are basically sec1s, while cast1 are mostly seniors like us, dunno why liddat oso), hopefully i wldnt flunk my EOYs like what i am practically doing now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy to the world!&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and happy national day to all singaporeans and singapore! i love you! whoohoo! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115556476073911331?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115556476073911331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115556476073911331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115556476073911331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115556476073911331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/08/hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115510118848349374</id><published>2006-08-09T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:26:29.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala. every single com at home crashed. :(&lt;br /&gt;laptop's hard disk is damaged.&lt;br /&gt;oh no. hahah at bernice's house now.&lt;br /&gt;whee hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115510118848349374?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115510118848349374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115510118848349374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115510118848349374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115510118848349374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/08/lalala.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115460832178707717</id><published>2006-08-03T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:32:02.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry. i know its no use saying sorry and i know that no one has said to me directly in my face about whether the play was good. im sorry i just ruined theatre club. stupid me. stupid susan. i really dont want to see the downfall of the club. i have been trying hard, really hard, but maybe, there's just too much in my head to try with my all? why the hell did i screw. stupid pronunciation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115460832178707717?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115460832178707717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115460832178707717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115460832178707717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115460832178707717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115364697276856157</id><published>2006-07-23T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:29:33.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>glitters over. i dunno but i think that means something BAD is coming our way.&lt;br /&gt;having to crew and not perform being a theatre club girl meant that i wld be working on mr tan's piece after glitters. and i&lt;br /&gt;hated that frankly speaking, because it is just not acting acting. dunno how to phrase it but.&lt;br /&gt;after glitters i wasnt exactly sad i was just savouring every single minute left at the esplanade with the rest of the crew. basically we got the most terrible job of kicking people out from their changing rooms at the end of the performance. so off me and sam and the rest of the crew and basically it sucked for me. everyone around was just crying that it was over, hugging and everything and we had to spoil it for them by having to tell them to go off. blah i actually got rather irritated by SOME people who refuses to leave and we spent so long waiting for them to clear out of their SUPERSTAR rooms to lock up. bloody.&lt;br /&gt;had to rush off after that cos my family was there waiting.&lt;br /&gt;i cant help say this but it seems so freakingly terrible and sad cos it suddenly sparked me that this might be the last "tang" piece for theatre which was well. sad especially after knowing that mr tan will take over. MR TAN. ugh. i bascially felt miserable this morning because i thought about what was going to happen next in life for me and it hit hard on me it was dementia piece.&lt;br /&gt;not that i am trying to sound bad or anythign but it really felt like choral night. it really felt like boring for me watching it. i mean. after havign mr tan for skindeep and now dementia totally made me so utterly depressed how this whole theatre club might end up to be next year when it will be mr tan in charge. i mean. i really dont want theatre club to end up drama way next year and the year next and next. i dunno hwy but i feel that in skindeep and dementia, the roles just didnt really click. it didnt feel realistic for me. it felt like some stupid drama serial from like channel 8 or sth. in stolen prince it didnt really felt that way, for the fact that mr tan wasnt doing it, it was just totally different. and check jessie she felt it in mal de mere too. it was jut really different being in a play by mr tan, and a play by tang/and/or/the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;i had intended to rant about glitters but after a few photos i just gave up. i am so gonna miss bull sir and the rest of the esplanade crew. :(&lt;br /&gt;and i noe that i really want to work hard and become a crew of the esplanade when i grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115364697276856157?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115364697276856157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115364697276856157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115364697276856157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115364697276856157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/07/glitters-over_23.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115364676880475245</id><published>2006-07-23T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:26:08.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;glitters over. i dunno but i think that means something BAD is coming our way. &lt;br /&gt;having to crew and not perform being a theatre club girl meant that i wld be working on mr tan's piece after glitters. and i &lt;br /&gt;hated that frankly speaking, because it is just not acting acting. dunno how to phrase it but. &lt;br /&gt; after glitters i wasnt exactly sad i was just savouring every single minute left at the esplanade with the rest of the crew. basically we got the most terrible job of kicking people out from their changing rooms at the end of the performance. so off me and sam  and the rest of the crew and basically it sucked for me. everyone around was just crying that it was over, hugging and everything and we had to spoil it for them by having to tell them to go off. blah i actually got rather irritated by SOME people who refuses to leave and we spent so long waiting for them to clear out of their SUPERSTAR rooms to lock up. bloody. &lt;br /&gt; had to rush off after that cos my family was there waiting. &lt;br /&gt; i cant help say this but it seems so freakingly terrible and sad cos it suddenly sparked me that this might be the last "tang" piece for theatre which was well. sad especially after knowing that mr tan will take over. MR TAN. ugh. i bascially felt miserable this morning because i thought about what was going to happen next in life for me and it hit hard on me it was dementia piece. &lt;br /&gt; not that i am trying to sound bad or anythign but it really felt like choral night. it really felt like boring for me watching it. i mean. after havign mr tan for skindeep and now dementia totally made me so utterly depressed how this whole theatre club might end up to be next year when it will be mr tan in charge. i mean. i really dont want theatre club to end up drama way next year and the year next and next. what felt like different to me for wanting to join theatre club was because it was just plain acting. i dunno hwy but i feel that in skindeep and dementia, the roles just didnt really click. it didnt feel realistic for me. it felt like some stupid drama serial from like channel 8 or sth. in stolen prince it didnt really felt that way, for the fact that mr tan wasnt doing it, it was just totally different. and check jessie she felt it in mal de mere too. it was jut really different being in a play by mr tan, and a play by tang/and/or/the seniors. &lt;br /&gt; i had intended to rant about glitters but after a few photos i just gave up. i am so gonna miss bull sir and the rest of the esplanade crew. :( &lt;br /&gt; and i noe that i really want to work hard and become a crew of the esplanade when i grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115364676880475245?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115364676880475245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115364676880475245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115364676880475245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115364676880475245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/07/glitters-over.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115364500328398518</id><published>2006-07-23T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T16:56:43.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P7160607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: 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href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115364500328398518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115364500328398518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115364500328398518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115364500328398518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/07/theres-so-much-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115349107121989032</id><published>2006-07-21T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:11:11.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahha.&lt;br /&gt;people are so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told to find ten cartoons of animals that i think most describes my personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda forgot about that hw till 8 hours before the lesson &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;3. cat/kitten/meow meow&lt;br /&gt;4. puppy&lt;br /&gt;5. turtle&lt;br /&gt;6. giraffe&lt;br /&gt;7. penguin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed like never. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watched romeo and juliet for lang arts today&lt;br /&gt;my conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;the nurse feels and behaves like a pervert! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few hours to nanyang glitters at esplanade!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really loved. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115349107121989032?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115349107121989032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115349107121989032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115349107121989032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115349107121989032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/07/hahha.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115332098186798394</id><published>2006-07-19T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:56:22.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to all out there worrying for me or irritated by me&lt;br /&gt;sorry yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanjing is kinda dying out of stress so a very sad ayumi took over this body. yah so not so hyper you see. ok not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now ayumi is trying to recount everything hoping the real hanjing can come back&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanjing died cos when school reopened - only after school reopens&lt;br /&gt;everything just suddenly started to flood her&lt;br /&gt;when she intended to buck up her sucky school results&lt;br /&gt;then her schedule over packed&lt;br /&gt;every minute of her life was spent over thinking for things like&lt;br /&gt;third lang, council election, bom, teachers day logistics, &lt;a href="mailto:glitters@esplanade"&gt;glitters@esplanade&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and juggling with homework and revision and catching up&lt;br /&gt;COS I AM SLOW IN DOING STUFF YOU SEE. (cos one brain cannot have two souls in it XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically it sucks big time thinking about what else is coming next&lt;br /&gt;then it sucked more when she fell sick&lt;br /&gt;like WHOOSH&lt;br /&gt;sick!&lt;br /&gt;had to miss performances, outings w besties, stuff liddat&lt;br /&gt;doctor said that come a day late and you nid to go hospital liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats not the worst&lt;br /&gt;hanjing thought its just like normal&lt;br /&gt;so she continued to try catching up with all the stuff she needs to&lt;br /&gt;then stupid family prob cropped up&lt;br /&gt;that sucked big time&lt;br /&gt;(ayumi couldnt help ):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp.&lt;br /&gt;then on tuesday when she came back to crew&lt;br /&gt;all the schoolwork everything was told in the morning before leaving&lt;br /&gt;so she got real stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now she's on the verge of crying almost everytime liao&lt;br /&gt;and quitting stuff like council&lt;br /&gt;she consulted to mdm tye about quitting council today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;ending it all.&lt;br /&gt;she is just dying yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i angst too much or sth remind me yah&lt;br /&gt;and if i lose my temper or suddenyl ben1 kui4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115332098186798394?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115332098186798394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115332098186798394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115332098186798394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115262424384081118?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115262424384081118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115262424384081118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115262424384081118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115262424384081118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/07/too-tired-and-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115184558952482902</id><published>2006-07-02T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:06:29.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahh.&lt;br /&gt;nanyang funfair!&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to stop talking about it!&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;saw jonathan but he's like so TALL now.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the braids were nice&lt;br /&gt;by the hair spray is totally UGH.&lt;br /&gt;waste my moneh and hair!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted BLUE.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end there was only BLUE GLITTER.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahs anw i am so tired now.&lt;br /&gt;holiday tmr.&lt;br /&gt;thankgawd.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115176208514816195</id><published>2006-07-01T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T21:54:45.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ny food and funfair is really cool!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got dunked like 5 times can. XD&lt;br /&gt;hahah had insane madness of fun and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH and got dunked by so many peepo and "sir" &lt;strong&gt;jiada&lt;/strong&gt; haahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oki oki i must admit the water was really refreshign! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well. the glass cover of pings slow cooker broke into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;and i lost my new nike bottle! ***wahh!!!!***&lt;br /&gt;and limmin lost all her coupons. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in all i had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday huiying! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115176208514816195?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115176208514816195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115176208514816195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115176208514816195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115176208514816195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/07/ny-food-and-funfair-is-really-cool-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115183911800818026</id><published>2006-07-01T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:03:09.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno why but your attitude is just weird.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why you have to do that.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;no actually i am not.&lt;br /&gt;you lied.&lt;br /&gt;okay it was a small lie.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why i am kicking up such a big fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;it has been so so so long.&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to noe you better.&lt;br /&gt;kinda failed i guess.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you will find another better gal.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i fit you.&lt;br /&gt;and you might not be my cup of tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115183911800818026?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115183911800818026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115183911800818026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115183911800818026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115183911800818026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dunno-why-but-your-attitude-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115115319555308272</id><published>2006-06-24T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:46:35.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;morning. overslept. went to clementi. 173. bukit timah primary. &lt;br /&gt;9.30am &lt;br /&gt;zongbin came to fetch me specially IN A CAR &lt;br /&gt;oh gawd hahah late liao still got privilege one XD &lt;br /&gt;ouran high school! &lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;ohno wad exactly did we do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30pm&lt;br /&gt;left zongbin's house &lt;br /&gt;met yingci on the bus &lt;br /&gt;apparently she could find us like how we couldnt find her! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with ci to her primary school's (keming primary) open house &lt;br /&gt;her school is so vibrant! &lt;br /&gt;loved the french fries made by the ppl! ^^&lt;br /&gt;nice classrooms designs and decorations! &lt;br /&gt;st anthonys oso something liddat but not so nice&lt;br /&gt;not so much of decoration and stuff in saps &lt;br /&gt;more of the usual stuff like grey seats and tables unlike keming's colorful ones XD &lt;br /&gt;but still &lt;br /&gt;i love saps! &lt;br /&gt;cox i have really enjoyed my primary school life and i have really appreciated the effort the teachers and principals have done. :D &lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER. &lt;br /&gt;WHY DID WE CHANGE THE SCHOOL UNIFORM???!!! &lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115115319555308272?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115115319555308272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115115319555308272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115115319555308272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115115319555308272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/morning.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115115304471001661</id><published>2006-06-24T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:51:28.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>class gathering!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;class gathering! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;class gathering was really really fun!&lt;br /&gt;well done to the two fantastic activity reps!&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else who came!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lots of fun basically slacking around talking and everything&lt;br /&gt;at jiaqi's condo's function room!&lt;br /&gt;from 12 to erm 6++ yepp&lt;br /&gt;and ate alot&lt;br /&gt;literally ALOT. so much until everyone was so bloated and everything XD&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;played games too!&lt;br /&gt;in all, it can be concluded with all the photos and phrases below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go mrt&lt;br /&gt;waiting&lt;br /&gt;sea of red (well not exactly though)&lt;br /&gt;lug food and drinks and everythign else&lt;br /&gt;taking a shuttle bus and haveing to pay $1.20&lt;br /&gt;climbed stairs&lt;br /&gt;taking out food&lt;br /&gt;beehoon&lt;br /&gt;fries&lt;br /&gt;*mini potatoes! (see below for more information XD)&lt;br /&gt;niao3 dan4 (quails eggs)&lt;br /&gt;sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;plus more food&lt;br /&gt;nice chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;really nice and sweet cards&lt;br /&gt;birthday song!&lt;br /&gt;blow unlit candles&lt;br /&gt;making a wish!&lt;br /&gt;take photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat&lt;br /&gt;makan&lt;br /&gt;manger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play musical chairs&lt;br /&gt;laughed&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;round and round till dizzy&lt;br /&gt;stoned around&lt;br /&gt;ate more&lt;br /&gt;double whacko&lt;br /&gt;whacko&lt;br /&gt;murderer&lt;br /&gt;detectives&lt;br /&gt;trained abs (by laughing xD)&lt;br /&gt;wink at people&lt;br /&gt;shake hands&lt;br /&gt;wait for people to say that you're dead&lt;br /&gt;go truth or dare&lt;br /&gt;kicking the ball&lt;br /&gt;more laughter&lt;br /&gt;ate chips&lt;br /&gt;and more chips&lt;br /&gt;and a horrendous drink for forfeit&lt;br /&gt;said will you go out w me on saturday to a boyboy&lt;br /&gt;prank calling&lt;br /&gt;jiaqi's brother&lt;br /&gt;pokka pte ltd&lt;br /&gt;won green tea and waiting at doorstep in a truck for you to collect in&lt;br /&gt;didnt work XD all of us laughed too much&lt;br /&gt;then the second prank call&lt;br /&gt;shant say XD&lt;br /&gt;poor huiying&lt;br /&gt;but thank gawd she din pick up&lt;br /&gt;talked about life&lt;br /&gt;school stuff&lt;br /&gt;ate food&lt;br /&gt;packed up&lt;br /&gt;off we go to tampines mrt station/interchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(those mini version of the potatoes we ate before tcn performances) XD my fav! ate erm 5?! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah in all. had lotsa fun! i think there were 12++ of us in all.&lt;br /&gt;went out after that.&lt;br /&gt;with cousins.&lt;br /&gt;KOR= KOREA&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;dunno when mum coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway here are the photos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/cake4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/cake4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; the really nice cake liqin bernice pinghui limmin claire bought for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/cake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/cake3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; blow the candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/mycake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/mycake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/cake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; make a wish?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/organictoothpicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/organictoothpicks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; see the green toothpicks? THEY ARE ORGANIC TOOTHPICKS! XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;extremely flexible! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/esther.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/esther.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; esther in a game of whacko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/howTASTYv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/howTASTYv2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; the forefeit. THE FIRST VERSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/huh.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/huh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; dunno what everyone was looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/grpphoto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/grpphoto1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; group photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/howTASTY.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/howTASTY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; version 2 of the forfeit. everyone just kept adding and adding and adding....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay. blogger apparently hates me uploading photos. the rest just wouldnt appear in this post. nvm shall post another one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115115304471001661?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115115304471001661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115115304471001661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115115304471001661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115115304471001661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/class-gathering.html' title='class gathering!'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115099136019395991</id><published>2006-06-22T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:49:20.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mah 14th birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys for everything. really. everything. thanks for making my 14th birthday so fun and happy and memorable. thankyou all of you! i love you guys to bits and pieces! i really do! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;specially want to thank everyone i noe, (in no order yah) xenia, levia, xinyu, zhiyang, weiping-er, yiseng, zhu jie jie, brenda, sikai gor, huiying, pinghui, yingci, zongbin, vannessa, sherm, jessie, sam, limyu, shumin, basically all the tcn nyglitters people, and erm angsty, danny, honyee, andai, et, dingjie (erm i dunno haha i dun rmb but oh wells hahah), and my mortal elizabeth! and to liqin, boonie, limmin, claire, zhee, patty, peiying, zee, guen and everyone else (hope i didnt miss out on anyone XD) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU! I LOVE YOU ALL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah i missed out on the coffeebean manager and staff! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dear dear mortal who gave me a present (the first!) before term 2 even ended xD &lt;br /&gt;to my dear zhiyang for getting me so many nice dangling earrings hahah isst because i am to act more feminine? &gt;&lt;&gt;to dear xenia for lending me flash to download and chocolates and candles! ;D&lt;br /&gt;to my dear tcn-ers who had bought me the oreo cream cake and celebrated my birthday with me (in advance) at coffeebean during lunch! thankyew! &lt;br /&gt;hahah and to the dear manager of sixth avenue coffeebean! XD so nice of you to give me like erm 8 cups of free ice blended to add to the joy on my birthday! XD even though we brought in outside food (the cake XD) yah thanks hahah almost sang a birthday song for me! haha &lt;br /&gt;and to my batchmates + vanessa for the really really sweet bear with a really cool pink shirt on it! yay! you guys still noe me the best :) but hahah how did you guys noe that i love teddy bears hmm i dun really recall saying that xD&lt;br /&gt;and to erm. et. for the two books realted to france. &lt;br /&gt;and to andai for the really sweet present! &lt;br /&gt;to angsty cj for that really "inspirational" gift! though i must say my passion will fill it up so much that i would need another one by next year! i wldnt leave it to such a small no. of performances! ps. hahah i am not performing for july concert i am only crewing so hahah yepp. if not siao liao i will be adding like the choral and drama nights etc hahah omg that would be overloading of passion yah :D keep your passion for theatre rocking too! &lt;br /&gt;to danny for the really "artistic" pencil/pen holder! hahah its really amusing and unique! xD &lt;br /&gt;and to everyone else for the greetings!&lt;br /&gt;and to my bro who was unbelievably smart and nice suddenly (well it only lasted till the morning today so hahah XD) &lt;br /&gt;and to everyone else! MUAH! thanks alot yah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for my birthday wish! &lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;^.^ &lt;br /&gt;okay! &lt;br /&gt;it wouldnt be true if i tell ya so :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all of you for making my birthday so memorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115099136019395991?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115099136019395991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115099136019395991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115099136019395991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115099136019395991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/mah-14th-birthday.html' title='mah 14th birthday!'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115099127108142475</id><published>2006-06-22T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:47:51.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crewing</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;crewing for july concert this week was...ok. yepp. not too bad not too good either. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday we watched the chinese and modern dance rehearse and basically we&lt;br /&gt;weren't really needed cox not much help from the crew was needed. in fact not all all except&lt;br /&gt;to turn off the lights? &lt;br /&gt;but i still think that the dances are nice. esp modern dance's one with the mirror balls and&lt;br /&gt;the sec2 (and some sec3s perhaps) chinese dance with those pretty fans! my fave! :D &lt;br /&gt;yepp and basically we then went off no afternoon session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up was wednesday's crewing.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness mr tang was really nice let us come at 9 not 8am. XD &lt;br /&gt;yepp and watched theatre club's performance for the first time and i really thought it&lt;br /&gt;was good! &lt;br /&gt;it was really nice to see the moves and stuff. and to actually think and enjoy at the same&lt;br /&gt;time. :) &lt;br /&gt;but hahah dont you think zong's costume look like blood dripping down XD &lt;br /&gt;yepp. in all. i like it alot! &lt;br /&gt;and we went for 3 HOURS LONG lunch break. &lt;br /&gt;went sixth avenue and thanks for the celebration for my birthday! &lt;br /&gt;yepp then went back and slept for erm 15 mins on stage as a crew + av ppl and then mr&lt;br /&gt;matthew lim woke us up to set the stage for choir. moved chairs until i have one bruise on my&lt;br /&gt;finger which i dun rmb when i got it though. haha. then basically  waited for the choir to finish&lt;br /&gt;their practice to clear the stage. sad hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today! started even later: 10am. somethign about concert band dunno what&lt;br /&gt;happened or sth. &lt;br /&gt;went to meet with the duael guys and andai then went for breakfast at kap with huiying&lt;br /&gt;and pinghui! &lt;br /&gt;and we figured out that macs earns and at least 50cents by selling fresh milk by itself to&lt;br /&gt;us! (double checked with cold storage can. macs sell at 1.60, cold storage sells at 1.10) XD &lt;br /&gt;and crewing today was harsher but i still think its fun! :D &lt;br /&gt;first up was wushu. primary school kiddies from wushu also came. wah siao can. &lt;br /&gt;the curtains were closed to stimulate the wall at the esplanade but the kiddies still&lt;br /&gt;walked through it. =.=&lt;br /&gt;one of them told huiying or pinghui i carn rmb TO BRING A DRILL LORH. then can pass&lt;br /&gt;through the wall. =.= &lt;br /&gt;and one of them believed that i was p5 like her when sam told her that. -.-"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lunch was chaos. one hour lunch. went to do geog sia till 12.30. then went to join the&lt;br /&gt;rest at serene centre to makan then we were late can and pinghui ate up all her spaghetti in&lt;br /&gt;2 mins! ah bian tai one! 0.0 anw we were like rushed for time and the staff didnt care much so&lt;br /&gt;in the end we had to take taxi back and we were still late anyway. really scary mr tang was&lt;br /&gt;like. "went corro right? whose idea? LATER (then i will settle that)." cox C.O. ppl alrdy there.&lt;br /&gt;wah almost died there and then man. X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was okay larh. just that the chairs alignment and everything. almost killed me. =.=&lt;br /&gt;cos only moi pinghui and sherm were to move the chairs with the "professional esplanade&lt;br /&gt;crew" (which is stimulated by mr tang, mr lim, etc etc) yepp. tiring and super confusing. i was&lt;br /&gt;so stupid can. so blur until mr tang had to keep going "ok anot? understand?" in the&lt;br /&gt;beginning. =.= &lt;br /&gt;then oso dunno lah. some ppl i noe from C.O. were like "huh why mr tang calls you ayumi?"&lt;br /&gt;etc etc. hahah. weell. i am also not very sure why he calls me that. -.- maybe becoz i dun have&lt;br /&gt;a christian name so difficult to pronounce? dunno oso haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i kinda enjoyed listening to their performance! xD &lt;br /&gt;i like the performance by NYSE too! and thank goodness thanks so much that we didnt&lt;br /&gt;need to re-arrange the seats for the show! phew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all, i have enjoyed the few days! &lt;br /&gt;even though there was so much of waiting and stuff liddat but yah. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115099127108142475?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115099127108142475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115099127108142475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115099127108142475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115099127108142475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/crewing.html' title='crewing'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115098312000458778</id><published>2006-06-22T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:32:00.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P6190417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P6190417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P6190418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P6190418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P6200421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P6200421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115098312000458778?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115098312000458778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115098312000458778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115098312000458778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115098312000458778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115090435329351887</id><published>2006-06-21T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:39:13.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so happy i bouncing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg soon! i cant wait being fourteen! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i would like to apologise to erm. edwin tan. =.= sorreh. for. being. mean. on. the. phone. erm. yah. then. erm. someone. thought. i was really mean. so. erm. sorry. din mean to. if i was really mean. well. i really din expect the books yah. erm. yah. weird. gahh. bleagh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115090435329351887?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115090435329351887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115090435329351887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115090435329351887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115090435329351887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-so-happy-i-bouncing-xd-omg-soon-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115072412714492844</id><published>2006-06-19T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:52:36.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my career?</title><content type='html'>&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:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/artistic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/span&gt;&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/13563886-115072412714492844?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115072412714492844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115072412714492844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115072412714492844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115072412714492844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-career.html' title='my career?'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115072397616125653</id><published>2006-06-19T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:56:14.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am elmo!</title><content type='html'>&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:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are Elmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/elmo.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sweet and innocent, you expect everyone to adore you. And they usually do!&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Talkative. You've got tons of stories to tell. And when you aren't talking, you're laughing.&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Being popular, though no one knows why. Middle aged women especially like you.&lt;br /&gt;How you life your life: With an open heart. "Elmo loves you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IM AN ELMO! XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zhee is gonna go for this test! xD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115072397616125653?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115072397616125653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115072397616125653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115072397616125653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115072397616125653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-elmo.html' title='i am elmo!'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115038019599718647</id><published>2006-06-15T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:03:17.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dunking machine &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;(=^.^=)&lt;br /&gt;the machine is really nice and cool!&lt;br /&gt;after all the hard work, the long hours, all the worries that the machine might not work, the boxes might be damaged then kenot return back etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DUNKING MACHINE FOR 202 IS FINALLY DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the effort really paid off! well. kind of. provided sales will be good on that day of food and fun fair and that the machine will be really safe for use that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now after testing it out yesterday i think it is good! the machine works well! i'm loving it! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is getting scary these days crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115038019599718647?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115038019599718647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115038019599718647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115038019599718647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115038019599718647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/dunking-machine-333.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115011715836251343</id><published>2006-06-12T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:59:18.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a reply to zongbin's LONG TAGGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A REPLY TO ZONGBIN&lt;/strong&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o yah i v nice one i noe hahah zongs well tink maybe not coming back liao =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then scrapbk pinghui and huiying are ok wif it so erm when do erm free on thursday mah? i gonna find materials tmr i think cos I will be going out! :D yays hahahah gonna watch movie or sth yah yepp hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the tcn board BOY AM I RELIEVED TO HEAR THAT! XD &lt;br /&gt;anyway zongbin I bet u can never guess wad we (my class) did to the two boxes we borrowed frm drama store! Hahah anw we will be re- painting the boxes black again after fff! So nice rite! XD and the dunking machine is built really nicely today i am so happy and hyper now!~~lalalal hahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115011715836251343?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115011715836251343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115011715836251343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115011715836251343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115011715836251343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/reply-to-zongbins-long-taggs.html' title='a reply to zongbin&apos;s LONG TAGGS'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-115003369901368604</id><published>2006-06-11T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T21:48:19.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww i feel so hyped up!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw was just looking through some old photos my cousins had of all of us in the past!&lt;br /&gt;so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and it was basically 2 different batches of photos, one set taken at the old kampong, involving all the older cousins then the last batch was the younger batch of us! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i am so hyped up since i get to see all my cousins' faces when they were young! XD&lt;br /&gt;also because i am the youngest female cousin! XD so everybody were like bascially hughug me etc hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think it is SO COOL! hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think i have changed quite alot only my eyes and eyebags! &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; hahah and it was really farny cox most of the photos that i took i had this terrified and scared face! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only there's a scanner here! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-115003369901368604?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/115003369901368604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=115003369901368604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115003369901368604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/115003369901368604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/d-aww-i-feel-so-hyped-up-xd-anw-was.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114968778315728250</id><published>2006-06-07T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:43:11.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>update update XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really busy having fun and stuff this few days lalala&lt;br /&gt;shall post a quick update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not play touch rugby in the middle of the night! XP&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm basically i went back to school for food and funfair and i think the whole preparation process is getting along quite well :) hope everyone i noe will be able to join me in my school's food and funfair! :) i cant wait to try out our 202 dunking machine! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANYANG GIRLS HIGH SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;FOOD AND FUNFAIR 2006&lt;br /&gt;1JULY2006 (SAT)&lt;br /&gt;for more information, log on to:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nygh.moe.edu.sg/funfair/"&gt;http://www.nygh.moe.edu.sg/funfair/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please come k! and buy tickets from me! 10 dollars each! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay hahhah back to what i did today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TRAUMATISING NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: we are gonna drill holes into the black boxes borrowed from drama stall cox tang says ask uncle jack and uncle jack says to ask botak. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: mrs teo gonna give tcn ny glitters ppl two more weeks before deciding whether to put us at the second last performance?! TCN PEEPS PREPARING FOR NY GLITTERS MUST JIAYOU K! jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;cox today when i visited your at the gym&lt;br /&gt;i was just waiting outside i could feel how tense the situation was inside the gym&lt;br /&gt;cox when mr m. lim and mrs teo walked out i could feel that they were really tense!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i believe that you guys can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah okay.&lt;br /&gt;oh and yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;060606!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUENYIK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114968778315728250?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114968778315728250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114968778315728250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114968778315728250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114968778315728250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/update-update-xd-really-busy-having.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114932920219572689</id><published>2006-06-03T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:06:42.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin</title><content type='html'>i changed skin again.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;i think i will leave it like this for a long long long long time&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;until zongbin finally makes one skin for me!&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;or maybe when i decide to make another skin&lt;br /&gt;chances are really slim cox i have other stuff to do!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah okay&lt;br /&gt;i am now forced to mug math at least one hour everyday so its crap&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i cant wait to watch xmen3! din get to watch it yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now since i have realised i am as tall as my junior rachel i shall try my best to grow taller! hahah lalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114932920219572689?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114932920219572689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114932920219572689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114932920219572689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114932920219572689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-skin.html' title='new skin'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114916692012650861</id><published>2006-06-01T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:02:00.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cca ends tmr.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah happy cox july concert is coming and we will get to crew so the last week of june hols i will be busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad cox i am so scared about the future of tcn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah okay nvr mind i dun think anyone understands much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrX is trying to dominate the whole tcn!&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least mr tang comes find us during debrief sessions yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST he bothered about the other half tcn, which is us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah ok i shall stop complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;dementia play will premiere in august&lt;br /&gt;and i am kinda looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;even though i am a mama again!&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;and huiying is my &lt;strong&gt;son&lt;/strong&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;twice in our theatre lives are we gonna be related by blood again!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114916692012650861?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114916692012650861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114916692012650861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114916692012650861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114916692012650861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/cca-ends-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114915495702556131</id><published>2006-06-01T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T17:42:37.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAD PARTY - INDOORS ;)</title><content type='html'>reason why i have split the one day post of grad party so many times is because there are so many photos! hahah okay erm below are all the indoor pics! the photos all turned out YELLOW bleagh hahah lols! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5270349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5270349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/jessieleavingrm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/jessieleavingrm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/shiyun&amp;sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/shiyun%26sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my two and only darling juniors who came! :) sarah and shiyun!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/slp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/slp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; things get a little sleepy and boring after a while. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ezra and jessie playing the guitar, the guitar jessie was holding injured me twice! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/grp2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/grp2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/grp4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/grp4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/grp5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/grp5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/3.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/3.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from left: bettina, sam, limyu, honyee, cj, danny, yiming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from left: bettina, van, sam, cat, limyu, honyee, ezra, danny, and leg of dunno who&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahah. XD notice the diff? okay sorry being lame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114915495702556131?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114915495702556131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114915495702556131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114915495702556131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114915495702556131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/grad-party-indoors.html' title='GRAD PARTY - INDOORS ;)'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114915354205461390</id><published>2006-06-01T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T17:19:02.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAD PARTY 06 - OUTDOORS! :)))</title><content type='html'>outdoor! :) yays ate stuff before going back into the chalet again hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/ph&amp;hy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/ph%26hy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; huiying and pinghui! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/sm&amp;iffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/sm%26iffy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shimin and evelyn on the bench! (the kittens were nearby u see XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/shimin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/shimin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shimin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/van&amp;jess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/van%26jess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; van and jess and all the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/zb&amp;ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/zb%26ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/nomorefood.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/nomorefood.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/whitekitty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/whitekitty.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the white kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/eat1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/eat1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/orangekitty.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/orangekitty.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the orange kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/G07.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/G07.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114915354205461390?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114915354205461390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114915354205461390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114915354205461390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114915354205461390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/grad-party-06-outdoors.html' title='GRAD PARTY 06 - OUTDOORS! :)))'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114899618822328240</id><published>2006-05-30T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:36:28.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prep for grad night!</title><content type='html'>preparing for the party at pinghui's house! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/hy&amp;bin&amp;amp;ci1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/hy%26bin%26ci1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/zbnpooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiying looking lethargic, bin and ci going high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/zbnpooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/zbnpooh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zongbin, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/me&amp;bin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/me%26bin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and bin after dressin up! hahah dont we look like twins?! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/kiss%20me!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/kiss%20me%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ping's scarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/bin1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/bin1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random photo that turned out to look nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/ci&amp;bin1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/ci%26bin1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/huiyingrubseye.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci and bin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/huiyingrubseye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/huiyingrubseye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/dressup1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huiying rubbing her eyes...FLOWER LOOKS GREAT! hahah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/dressup1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/dressup1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/ci1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dressing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/ci1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/ci1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no no photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/dressup2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/dressup2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of sec twos preparing for grad party at pinghui's house&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114899618822328240?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114899618822328240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114899618822328240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114899618822328240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114899618822328240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/prep-for-grad-night.html' title='prep for grad night!'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114898454214458666</id><published>2006-05-30T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:28:44.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAD PARTY 06 :)))</title><content type='html'>a longg post about grad party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grad night party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venue: downtown east coasta sands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time: morning till the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people: &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;sec ones: sarah and shiyun :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec twos: moi, zongbin, pinghui, huiying, yingci! (all present! yay! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec threes: limyu, sherm, jessie, vanessa, sam! (all present too yay hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec fours: cat, shimin, evelyn, yixin, yiming! (yays!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"surprise": danny, honyee, ezra and choo jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. for a start. in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;the whole sec two batch went pinghui's house to finish the dementia script before going for the grad party. :) hahha did till scene4 i think hahah then we dressed up in our retro and pinghui's dad was realli nice and he basically drove us all the way to coasta sands, with us in retro! pinghui's mum was really nice too! :)))&lt;br /&gt;hahha. talk about the dressing up part! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before all 5 of us went out after issue of report books to get our retro outfits! hahah went from bugis street to far east and back to bugis street just to get our costumes! hahah time check: 4 hours! hahha it was really cool hanging out as a batch and the only thing our dear zongbin says was about lunch! basically we skipped lunch just to shop! hahah omigosh hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we only started to BUY stuff at the last hour when all of us had to leave! hahah MAD RUSH SHOPPING. XD we went like insane just rushing around bugis street getting stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yingci bought this really cool black crop jacket with hot pink lines at $9.90 and i thought it was so HOT. omg! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at the same shop i bought my set of baby blue crop jacket (though it is not exactly counted as one cox its short sleeved) + a pink spag. top at the same price too hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then pinghui bought her HOT PINK top at one shop nearby hahah man it looks really nice on her and then zongbin decided and went to the same shop as moi and bought the exact same top hahha and i decided we will make a good couple hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the exact same shop huiying bought her top too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhaah omg the shop owner must be really pleased hahah 4 out of 5 of our tops were bought frm her shop! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we mad rushed and bought belts and i bought this realli retro and cool white belt really cheap and then we bought EARRINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah and after like long decision making hahha i bought a glittery baby pink big stud earring hhaha and i was worrying if i would look like a complete bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pinghui bought this pair of white sunglasses totally retro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for shopping eh! hahahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and back to the grad party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dressed up etc hahah took pics etc hahah and then pinghui's glasses broke! so much for buying it! she din get to wear it in the end but she still looked retro anyway! hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS MADNESS! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we set off to coasta sands! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinghui's bro had motion sickness on the way there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohno. :( poor lil' guy! i was having fun disturbing him and being really lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah and when we reached coasta sands resort i had a HUGE SURPRISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BIG I WANTED TO DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DUAEL GUYS WERE THERE TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically when we entered the room we thought it was only jessie n limyu there then omg danny and honyee walked out of the toilet. 0.0 ***traumatised!*** hahah anyway yepp then i realised that ezra would be coming too btu he was saying that he would be attendign a cross-dress party. gorgeous. he would be coming over which means: grad party = cross-dress party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah omigosh lols! sheesh i was so shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, then the rest of the peeps started coming to the chalet and erm i guess our batch is the most retro yeah! hahah well our effort really paid off! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sam haha your attire may be polka dotty but its not retro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah anw sam van and ezra brought the food and they were LATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh! hahah but in the end we enjoyed the food so it wasnt tt bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cross-dress for the guys began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i din take photos cox i was a little TOO traumatised and yepps. and to protect the person's identity i shall put Z. Z apparently shaved his leg omg sam u shouldnt have told him to do that! imagine if he goes for pe lessons! wahah i think his friends would freak out. &gt;&lt; poor you you shouldnt have you noe! and and *** was apparently enjoying dressing up like a gal. omg. lols! i was so at a loss for words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and erm i think the best part of the day was playing "zong1 ji2 mi4 ma3" in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first and second unfortunate people: namely danny and vanessa, had to do forfeit, which i shant post her in case it brings any rahrah anywhere even though its nothing close to sick stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second one was me i think i had to go to the neighbours' (this group of girls) and had to dance chicken dance for them. and there was ENCORE. =.= which i dragged bin (or izzt ci?) into doing it with me. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the third one was to prank call mr tang. hahah honyee got it and however it failed. :( even though none of us laughed and stuff but yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah but still, it was farny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello. may i speak to mr gary tang khoon hong? congratulations! you have won a pair of tickets to watch...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah we laughed till we died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honyee didnt noe how to continue then danny took over and rattled about honyee being a trainee etc hahah dam farny but mr tang kind made the thing a failure by going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah right i believe you" and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr tang we were kinda shocked and "depressed" for a while but at least it wasnt tt bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yiming was whipped cream attacked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm then basically it was ratehr boring tt we actually resorted to watching singapore idol instead of conking out at 9. lols! and we saw elaina! :))) she got into top 60 and lost in the end and we were like saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"elaina is a pro tcn-er she will not cry in the show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so thats why the tv doesnt have her crying"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"see so pro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yah lor must be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah and the next second, it showed elaina dropping tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and erm we played twister, and in the end ezra joined in. the poses we were in were weird can! hahah ***note: do not think sick nothing happened. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and erm the no. of ppl gradually decreased till about 10++?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we kinda began nodding off then dragging everyone up again and ezra and jessie were playing with guitars and hahah while trying to wake me up i hit the guitar twice! one at my eye **ouch!** one on my knee! hahah in the end i dare not sleep again and became hyper! hahah and ate potato and stoned around abit before leaving at 12. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grad party this year was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks sec threes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post the pictures soon! in batches cox there's really so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114898454214458666?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114898454214458666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5240257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mel and shi ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5240268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5240268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and estella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5240264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5240264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from left: xue yan, angela, xinyan. hahah isnt it such an ARTISTIC photo?! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5240269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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OMG its like the FOURTH time this year! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: watch hcjc el drama performance&lt;br /&gt;#6: got my retro clothes i think think they are realli cool! :)&lt;br /&gt; okay will updated more soon! meanwhile i shall go slack! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114873355298736793?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114873355298736793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114873355298736793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114873355298736793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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what.&lt;br /&gt;omg so random.&lt;br /&gt;you no mr tang likes to paste posters at the window on the second floor beside his staff room? yah then happened that i was walking out of the general office i looked up and saw the posters and saw a weird looking one tt didnt look like tcn poster so hahah i just like looked for like a second longer then&lt;br /&gt;0.0&lt;br /&gt;mr tang suddenly appeared at the window.&lt;br /&gt;0.0&lt;br /&gt;me and guen were like 0.0&lt;br /&gt;scareh!&lt;br /&gt;traumatising lorh!&lt;br /&gt;next time i shall not be kaypoh and look up lerh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;and i had a BIG shock today.&lt;br /&gt;huiying was reali nice to put a piece of styrofoam behind the tcn clapper board yesterday&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno whether it was because of the WIND, or because SOMEONE ripped it off.&lt;br /&gt;***cries***&lt;br /&gt;i was so heartbroken when i saw the state of the board!&lt;br /&gt;huiying had alrdy left for her dental appt., so she didnt noe&lt;br /&gt;pinghui was alrdy on her way home, so she didnt noe either (until i called her)&lt;br /&gt;as for zongbin and ci, they were doing their chinese filing with wu yawen laoshi so they didnt noe at first&lt;br /&gt;WAHH&lt;br /&gt;it was like,&lt;br /&gt;the black background went down with the clapper board&lt;br /&gt;and the black background was kinda torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno whether to believe if its the wind or it was someone&lt;br /&gt;cox pinghui said it looked as though it was dropping alrdy during lunch but she had put it back&lt;br /&gt;then me and yuanhan tried to picture how the board dropped but how the paper torn liddat wasnt exactly realistic. dunno. i felt terrible and i was so glad to have yuanhan and guenyik and ian there. :S thanks!&lt;br /&gt;BUT I STILL DUNNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i had my camera...&lt;br /&gt;WAHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i shant grieve.&lt;br /&gt;leadership sabbaticals was rather helpful i guess&lt;br /&gt;and the council elects results will be out tmr&lt;br /&gt;and i have no comments cox i am now like erm neutral after so long&lt;br /&gt;cox&lt;br /&gt;if i get into council, i will try my best&lt;br /&gt;if i do not get into council, which might be rather possible, i shant grieve but instead will be happy for the elects and myself, for i wouldnt mind continuing my being in board of monitresses (hahah but it also depends on whether people want me as their monitress!)!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is i wouldnt mind, because i noe that i have tried my best and i was being myself!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;unlike the last time when i auditioned for being a psgl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS IS GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can succeed at almost anything for which he has unlimited enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;- Charles Schwab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do best is &lt;strong&gt;share my enthusiasm&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Bill Gates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114854917680005113?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114854917680005113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114854917680005113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114854917680005113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114854917680005113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-four-of-sabbaticals.html' title='DAY FOUR OF SABBATICALS'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114847097112522160</id><published>2006-05-24T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:16:51.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day three of sabbaticals!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5220249.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5220249.0.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the really really sweet stars my sabbatical groupmates gave me over the past two days!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys i am so touched!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;i guess i am adapting to being in this leadership sabbatical, though staying high is quite tough!&lt;br /&gt;in 202 i guess its so much easier cox others will go high with me too! now its like people are tired and stuff, abit scary :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah but i am adapting well!&lt;br /&gt;but thoroughout the sabbaticals, i cant help feelign stressed!&lt;br /&gt;everyone is SO SO SO SO pro and serious and steady and cool OMIGOSH i feel as though i am like a teeny weeny little dumb girl&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i LOVE awe-reign!&lt;br /&gt;cool man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i changed skin&lt;br /&gt;abit too pink i agree&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;guess i have been changing blogskins abit too much huh&lt;br /&gt;trying to find my favourtie skin....&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 REASONS WHY I LOVE SAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: sam lent me chicago&lt;br /&gt;#2: sam lent me chicago&lt;br /&gt;#3: sam lent me chicago&lt;br /&gt;#4: sam lent me chicago&lt;br /&gt;#5: sam lent me chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;i love sam!&lt;br /&gt;shall go watch chicago again!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114847097112522160?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114847097112522160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114847097112522160' title='0 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BETWEEN ME AND ICE KACHANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate ice kachang just now! :) got back some randomly weird memories hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that&lt;br /&gt;when i was a tiny winy little kiddo bouncing like a jelly bean&lt;br /&gt;i hated ice kachang!&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;cant believe it!&lt;br /&gt;hahah i remembered it was cox the first time i ate it i think i gobbled it down or sth then after that i puked like siao at home&lt;br /&gt;X)&lt;br /&gt;hahha lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i was this TINY primary school little girl&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;i loved ice kachang!&lt;br /&gt;and i only like loved the ice can?!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;LOLS&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;now in sec school, i dun usually erm eat ice kachang but&lt;br /&gt;when i DO eat ice kachang&lt;br /&gt;some weird and lame and funny stuff will happen HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR EXAMPLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= the ice skatign duael gathering! ate ice kachang with ci and shiyun and steph then hahah we totally like erm ruined the ice kachang until...erm...we only managed to eat like 40% of the ice kachang?!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=then today, my stoopig bro hahahah did EXACTLY THE SAME THING AS WHAT STEP AND/OR SHIYUN DID during the ice skating gathering - he scooped the ice and HALF of the ice kachang when PLOP on the table. LOLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahah i was so amused i laughed till my mum got irritated.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so isnt my love story with ice kachang UNIQUE?&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114839050518331118?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114839050518331118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114839050518331118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114839050518331118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114839050518331118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-between-me-and-ice-kachang-i-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114829881954290565</id><published>2006-05-22T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:53:39.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day one of leadership sabbaticals</title><content type='html'>had the first day of leadership sabbaticals.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;great to have known so many new friends!&lt;br /&gt;waha.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;enthu people + enthu and lame blur queen like moi = a group of enthu people!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;br /&gt;COOL MAN!&lt;br /&gt;okay. LAME POKK MOI.&lt;br /&gt;hahah. but i am so glad to know all of u guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;however&lt;br /&gt;i still cant get over the fact that&lt;br /&gt;ERHERM is like so biased against&lt;br /&gt;erherm.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;but i think she is trying to zhen dui me especially.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;i mean my dear TCN jacket.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;its like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to clarify to anybody who wants to know&lt;br /&gt;that theatre club DOES have a reason for having a track suit (yes mind you its a track suit but we usually wear the jacket only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTLY, we do CREWING for stuff like choral night (yes in case some of u still dunno) which is like backstage etc&lt;br /&gt;so black is the best choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY, if i am not wrong we are one of the first cca to have cca jackets last year when the rule about having nanyang logo on cca jackets werent set THEREFORE it isnt like A FAULT that we did not include the nanyang logo. besides, if we knew i think we wouldnt have gotten a jacket because i dun think we want like a yellow patch seen by the audience one fine day when we try to clear stuff on stage. just imagine! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRDLY, in case you STILL STILL STILL DUNNO (which by then i have given up on you) the black jacket i am wearing in school most of the time is a SCHOOL CCA JACKET OWNED BY SOMEONE CALLED A THEATRE CLUB GIRL. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine but someone asked me if i was from npcc today when i was wearing my dear tcn jacket. like WOW darling hahah but dont worry i dont blame you at all since you do not have any theatre club girls in your class (p.s. there are only 2 classes, namely 202 and 208, from our batch that has theatre club girls in it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i so nice right?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno but i felt rather discouraged about joining council after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.&lt;br /&gt;if you dont love your school you wouldnt love your cca rite?&lt;br /&gt;so cca is like creating a bond between you and the school right?&lt;br /&gt;so if you feel alot for your cca you love your cca you will definitely love your school right?&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;if someone meets you in your (eg.) cca jacket.&lt;br /&gt;you would introduce yourself like i am from NANYANG GIRLS theatre club right?&lt;br /&gt;you wouldnt go like:&lt;br /&gt;i am from theatre club&lt;br /&gt;to someone who doesnt noe your school&lt;br /&gt;thats just what i THINK okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about the things i have learnt today during the full day sabbatical course:&lt;br /&gt;#1: if you are enthu, its alot easier to do things! (i think :D)&lt;br /&gt;#2: there are definitely pros and cons in things but it all boils down to how you think about it. (eg. removing of council uniforms, which, i have no comments about)&lt;br /&gt;#3: BE AN ORANGE. COOL MAN!&lt;br /&gt;#4: i never knew theatre club was such a complicated cca. x)&lt;br /&gt;"not everybody loves durians" quoted from mr tang&lt;br /&gt;therefore, some hate tcn, some get so amused by tcn, some dun reali care and call us DRAMA CLUB.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;DRAMA CLUB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lalala i shant take all these to sensitively, since they are all just random remarks by innocent ppl! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall talk about the rest of the day&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;after third lang i was at hc bus stop waiting for bus to go home,&lt;br /&gt;met up with ezra and choojun&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;choojun is a meanie beanie POKK.&lt;br /&gt;army daze is on 21st and 22nd july&lt;br /&gt;nanyang family concert eh no nanyang glitters is on 22july,&lt;br /&gt;ezra is not in army daze&lt;br /&gt;but mean cj dun want to let him come watch the july concert!&lt;br /&gt;WAHHH&lt;br /&gt;cj being a vice president is SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114829881954290565?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114829881954290565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114829881954290565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114829881954290565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114829881954290565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-one-of-leadership-sabbaticals.html' title='day one of leadership sabbaticals'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114804376694315982</id><published>2006-05-19T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:02:46.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for ms chong pei fen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay i wanna write a post specially for ms chong aka ms cpf aka ms lermon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy for being able to know you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sad that you will be leaving us on monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;talk about you bring my science teacher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you are really REALLY REALLY lame hahah yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at first i was crapping that you are from theatre club &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;since you are a ex nanyang girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and it turned out that you really are a tcn-er! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;couldnt really believe then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was so amused! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cox i found out in the science lab somemore hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was so farny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then your lame jokes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lols! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the one i will most probably never forget in my life is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MS CHONG =&gt; acidic =&gt; WHY? =&gt; likes to SUAN people mah! =&gt; lemon cox acidic =&gt; lermon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahah. lermon! your favorite way of pronouncing lemon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miss chong i love you too! and i will miss you too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it is so thoughtful of you to write postcards for everyone of us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahah thanks for your special card with a really lame yet funny sentences! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you want my allele for my eyes right? &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahah next time i pluck one out give you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114804376694315982?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114804376694315982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114804376694315982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114804376694315982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114804376694315982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-ms-chong-pei-fen.html' title='for ms chong pei fen'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114804306595822085</id><published>2006-05-19T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T20:51:05.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay sorry hahah i guess it is a obviously well known sentence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;got erm a random surprise today - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOM got those gold badges for us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm. whalalalal i thought last year we alrdy said we didnt want hahah oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i wont really wear it! x( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dont like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO HEAVY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5170240.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5170240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then during cme me limming guen were reali hahah lame hahah we were supposed to erm draw this two ovals on the cme bk and limmin used blue, i used pinkk (hahah as usual) and guen used green! hahah apowerful girls somemore hahahah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5170242.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5170242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and then we took a pic of a keychain on my bag.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5150239.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5150239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think cca is so slack now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114804306595822085?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114804306595822085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114804306595822085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114804306595822085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114804306595822085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/random.html' title='random!'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114787243784302827</id><published>2006-05-17T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:27:17.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair. =.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forced to cut hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND i dont see why so many of you &lt;strong&gt;freak out&lt;/strong&gt; and tell me i have A STRAND of white hair at the back of my head. I DONT SEE WHY DEARS. its my hair after all! i dont care so why should &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;and go all siao and try to pluck it from my hair. i am so pissed with YOU can. i dont mind you guys telling me that i have white hair but please dont try to like persist in plucking my hair when i have already told you not to. I AM SOO IRRITATED. NO WONDER I HAVE WHITE HAIR DUDE. ONE STRAND. pulease! one first strand of white hair will not be the end of the world for me! you panic about such things doesnt mean i panic about them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh i dont mean the hairdresser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114787243784302827?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114787243784302827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114787243784302827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114787243784302827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114787243784302827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/hair.html' title='hair. =.='/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114759368574359075</id><published>2006-05-14T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:01:25.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed no more! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;being depressed is bad. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;now i now it i shant be depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hahah okay lameo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;one more week to sabbaticals = no more studying in class! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;two more weeks to issue of report book! ack i am  gonna die X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;three weeks to hand over ceremony! ack! ***where's my retro stuff*** :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i think life is gonna be good for me during the june holidays! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i am gonna be free &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the second week of the holidays! :) yay cant wait! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hehs. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;whahahah mondays assembly period is gonna be o.O hahaha. i would have never imagined it would be like that. imagine how we might look like! MIB! hahah :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;this skin is WEIRD. ack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114759368574359075?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114759368574359075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114759368574359075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114759368574359075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114759368574359075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/depressed-no-more.html' title='depressed no more! :)'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114751408506764346</id><published>2006-05-13T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T17:54:45.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall forget about all the terrible stuff!&lt;br /&gt;talk about the fantastic yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE my cousins! wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to one of the cousin's house.&lt;br /&gt;had a crazzee time! well. who could have thought hanging out with cousins can be so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5yr old cousin was super farny can! he was playing with the toy bear hanging from my phone (cox there are no other toys anywhere) hahah and all of us (erm 5 of us) ended up throwing and washing the bear which was only 8cm?! hahah super farny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. and my cousin's bed broke! hahah. we were just talking and laughing on her bed then the bed gave way! hahahaha so amusing! wahahas. nope! i am not the cause! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant wait to watch poseidon/mi3/etc!&lt;br /&gt;and shop for retro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i shall stop engaging myself in sitting for so long! shall go hang out with cousins! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114751408506764346?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114751408506764346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114751408506764346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114751408506764346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114751408506764346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114734465194290229</id><published>2006-05-12T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:51:29.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>csm?</title><content type='html'>csm today.&lt;br /&gt;had fun. enjoyed myself thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;but my day was ruined &lt;strong&gt;harshly&lt;/strong&gt; at about 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;how fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont blame anyone at all. i shant. cox i noe its my fault too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today just totally sucked cox of just now.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i am so affected but i am really trying hard to forget what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;i am just as scared. scared.&lt;br /&gt;stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope pinghui and bernice will felt better by monday.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want those neoprints to be the last! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even feel like blogging about csm anymore, even though i really enjoyed myself and took lotsa photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;one wrong word can cause a big difference in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. what a terrible post. hmm. maybe these will lighten the mood. these not so happy ones i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5090231.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5090231.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5090231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; teachers' race where nygh got first -and the last- again. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5090235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5090235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; huiying and zee! our class tee looked orange under the sun. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5090232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5090232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; militray band from hci. man they are good! you shld see their co-ordination. i was mesmerised man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5090233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5090233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zongbin bought an ice cream from me after my shift. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5090234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5090234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ian refusing to take photo. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and saw mr shone's son hahah he's so lovable and mr tang was his nanny, carrying a PINK bag. hahah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sold about 60 ice creams. :) there were quite alot of sales made at the hwa chong side. :) i felt so accomplished! :) thanks to danny (my first customer!) hahah and choo jun and huiying and zee and chialer and zongbin and yingci and all others for helping me! hahah and esp this weird little guy though i dunno who u are but u kept coming back to buy ice cream and bought at least 6 bucks of icecream from me! hahah thankyew! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but hehs sheesh i feel so misarable there cox all my partners are juniors who are TALLER than me or their ex classmates are alot taller than me its almost siao larh i felt so short. lols haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then ezra gave me his home made french toast hmm everything tastes good when you are hungry. haha. well i was like dying when i saw them at 10++ frm not eating anything lols &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i so wanted to play touch. I WANNA PLAY TOUCH. I SHALL DEFINITELY PLAY THE NEXT TIME. sorry guys disappointed you all. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114734465194290229?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114734465194290229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114734465194290229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114734465194290229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114734465194290229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/csm.html' title='csm?'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114726616807852688</id><published>2006-05-11T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:02:48.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>class too design</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;class tee design out! okay. THANKS  ZHEE for bringing the shirt to all of us third lang ppl! MUAH! hahah okay well there was this irritatign manager who comment that the shirt was nice and stuff and i bascially just looked and placed back and din reali tot about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THEN I WAS SHOCKED WHEN I GOT HOME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the red was....DULL. ugh. pissed. gorrified. surprised. O.O i am so sorry about cheating all our money kay.. hope u guys wldnt mind too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but then again. doh. i am trying to love the shirt. i shall. i hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5090228.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5090228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5090229.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5090229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5090227.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5090227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5090226.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5090226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah and i noe i failed french. 10 questions 8 i said je ne sais pas, je suis desolee, madame (means i dont understand ur question. i am sorry mam) then when madame asked me where i went i said china and for wad i said i went to their beach. hahah. i noe i ought to be shot. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114726616807852688?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114726616807852688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114726616807852688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114726616807852688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114726616807852688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/class-too-design.html' title='class too design'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114727032230439924</id><published>2006-05-10T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:12:02.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i agreed with someone totally. stress is bring my self confidence and esteem down by like 60%. no longer do i like feel confident that i am doing the right thing anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall try harder! i want to be a monitress that 202-ers can be proud of!&lt;br /&gt;and i would let anyone down. i shant! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114727032230439924?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114727032230439924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114727032230439924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114727032230439924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114727032230439924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-agreed-with-someone-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114691356598098737</id><published>2006-05-07T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T19:06:06.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>duael outing!</title><content type='html'>had a super fun duael outing! but sadly only like 9 ppl went, i came super late, huiying left early. i didnt ice skate so i took lotsa photos wahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;watched them skate till about 1.30 then went for lunch. went to pizza hut at first but all of us were too broke to eat anything so we went off the restaurant **paiseh** then went arcade the went to take neoprints then went home at about 4++!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall explain with the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yingci looking super shuai! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040206%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040206%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; steph and shiyun skating. the only juniors who came. sad. hahah. i &lt;333 shiyun and steph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; having some sort of gathering there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yay we skate together! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zongs refusing to take photo. see tt guy i circled? dun like him. super poser in the rink, with his group of friends. they are not exactly very pro, but super posers try to skate really really fast and go sliding past beginner skaters, making them fall. bleagh. sam fell cox of THIS guy in green. the SAME person banged on a little boy, which you will see in a later photo, and according to sam he didnt say sorry. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sam and huiying posing for me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040197%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040197%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when i first stepped into the rink. okay. not. i was in the rink like for 30 mins before any of them noticed that i came. =.=" hahah lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they havent realised my presence! hahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yepp. erm. carn seem to load the pic of the little boy.SUPER CUTE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahah okay then we went arcade and koped the whole row of 8 racing car game then hahah raced twice until other ppl were like erm waiting for quite long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then ezra dacned parapara super well and well yingci and zongbin and vanessa tried to play parapara together haha they BROKE WORLD RECORD! XDDD 0%! hahaaaa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then ci and zongs played basketball but apparently the record looked so bian tai hahah then we played the drums. ezra accidentally placed FOUR credits haha but i played one and died immediately hahah lols. sheesh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then went for neoprints which we funny hahah budden u didnt get to have the pics cox i had to leave so yingci shall gimme on monday! mum is super pissed with me for returning home at 5. =.= i think i gonna be grounded. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nvm. anyway anyone interested in touch rugby after combined sports meet? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and note to self: RETURN EZRA HIS DRUM STICKS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114691356598098737?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114691356598098737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114691356598098737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114691356598098737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114691356598098737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/duael-outing.html' title='duael outing!'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114691639267396034</id><published>2006-05-07T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T19:53:12.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cont. duael outing</title><content type='html'>CONTINUED FROM THE PREVIOUS POST. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040220.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040220.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; guess who?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;zongbin! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha okay not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shall continue. and tell u a story! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a little girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and a little boy. (who was like knocked over by the poser guy once, hard on the ground ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ***sparks flying***&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; lols why did i put electricity?! **KAHBOING**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;END OF THE STORY. hahah. okay i noe its lame. the aircon just got colder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040217.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the seniors! vanessa and sam! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040216.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040216.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; zongbin and ezra, who apparently, while taking the photo, ezra squatted down so zongbin was like going high over how she is taller than ezra. hahah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040213.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040213.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at about 1 they resurfaced the rink, SO COOL! hahah okay after a while it wasnt exactly "cool". hahah lols. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5040218.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5040218.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and ezra was thr first to dash onto the rink again after that! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahah shall upload more later! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;duael &lt;333&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all photos from this post and the previous post taken at the fuji ice palace in jurong entertainment centre. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114691639267396034?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114691639267396034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114691639267396034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114691639267396034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114691639267396034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/cont-duael-outing.html' title='cont. duael outing'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114683991159288188</id><published>2006-05-06T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:39:21.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;333</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i shall wrap up this whole week. since it has been one busy yet fun week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. had fun during taekwondo on wed, met our new french teacher - said byebye to monsieur kou, who bought funfair tickets from me and didnt get angry even though i did not do my 4 french compos. =.= so nice until i felt so guilty. had fun for OM. luaghing and everything. hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5020184.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5020184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;my lovely OM group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5020185.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5020185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;yays! hahah look at ph's head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P5020183.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P5020183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;tuesday was okay for cca. did script and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was like my messed up day cox i wanted to do the tcn board well, finish it, then needed to decide class tee stuff, piah majojr sia. SHITTY. super stressed yesterday but i guess the "gathering" at the drama stall lightened the mood. xD our whole batch stayed in the drama stall till uncle jack came and shoo-ed us haha. saw kerri who gave big packet of combos budden I FORGOT to bring for the class from the drama stall today...=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today. wah. the busiest and unluckiest day. I FORGOT SO MANY THINGS. i was so pissed with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;#1: i forgot to bring home ezra's drum sticks to return him tmr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;#2: i forgot to return the class key until i reached the hci bus stop, so i walked all the way back to ny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;#3: forgot to ask ppl who can lend me totally black long sleeved shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;#4: forgot to bring home all my cds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;GAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;at least. the class tee is settled - NOTE TO ALL 202 peeps: class tee wil be 18 bucks, will be given by thursday morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;at least the tcn board is done, with the help of my lovely batchmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;at least i got to stretch my hemstrings so now its not so tight and painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;at least we got to play touch rug today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;at least i have tried my best today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;AT LEAST there is a duae outing tmr! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;but i am so sad now. cox today at touch rug, pinghui injured her arm. PINGHUI I HOPE YOU ARE ALL RIGHT NOW. and man! my seniors are good! sherm sam and vanessa you guys wre super agrressive! **claps**even though today touch rug was scary cox injuries were like often, i still LOVE touch rug! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;JIAYOU for napfa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and next wk is my french SA2! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i shall conclude by saying i love everyone from my class and my tcn batch sec2. &lt;333 council ="D&lt;/FONT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114683991159288188?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114683991159288188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114683991159288188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114683991159288188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114683991159288188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/333.html' title='&lt;333'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114647616452339589</id><published>2006-05-02T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:36:04.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my birthday i coming =DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114647616452339589?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114647616452339589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114647616452339589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114647616452339589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114647616452339589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-birthday-i-coming-dddd.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114640749887960144</id><published>2006-05-01T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:31:38.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to chinatown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;went to Chinatown and bugis today with pinghui and limmin and lijun and claire and lichen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiring but okay lah. quite fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;esp chinatown! i didnt noe the chinatown heritage corner wld be so cool and realistic. we werent supposed to take photos there so ugh so sad u carn see it. IT WAS SO REAL. so real until it got rather scary. there was practically old mirrors in every room. FREAKEH. then there was like a prostitute room, ma jie room, coolie's room, tailor's shop and two kitchens and this corpse street thingy exhibit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;it was rather dark and SUPER SUPER FREAKY! ah! it was like in one part, there was like broadcast of chinese opera sang by this high pitched lady and man. sent goosebumps down our necks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;then the prostitue room and ma jie room had so many mirrors and was so dark and the clothes and eveything was so real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;then there was the kitchens. all had toilets lah.. those really old kind and one had fake shit on it lol. one of it had a tap and we turned it and IT WORKED! omgosh super freaky cox after tt dunno why it just refuses to turn off. AHHH. then its like when we were about the leave the kitchen cox really dunno how, me and pinghui were the last to leave, then we heard a auntie voice saying in cantonese really loudly from the kitchen for us to turn off the tap and not leave it on! SPOOKED ME OUT MAN. very real. i was webbily scared i think i would have peed on the spot there and then if the others were not with me. =.=""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i was reali so scared and didnt want to go on alrdy after tt cox all the exhibits are so real and dark and old. !!!!! then lijun they all wanted to go back and see again. when we went back to the kitchen ratehr relieved to see the tap off. then i realised it must have been the recording and stuff freaking me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh well. i shall not think about it lerh. it was really nice place to go but really rather scary if u ask me. i tot it felt like a haunted house! akso there were like joss sticks and those praying sets around. AHHH. i was really like paranoid lah, thinking the wooden window might just suddenly swing open when we walk past. cox there was this gambling table thingy, the designers made this machine tt made the lamp above the table shake and everything. gah. i felt like a dumb idiot. hahah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh well. shall post the photos then! hahah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4280149.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4280149.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;limmin and lijun and me and pinghui having breakfast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4280163.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4280163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;the view from the tenth storey at the national library! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4280161.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4280161.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;the exhibit useful to my SIA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4280162.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4280162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4280165.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4280162.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ancient cameras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;after that went shopping with pinghui, limmin, claire, lichen! for ERHEMS. hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4280165.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4280165.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SO CUTE RIGHT! omg i took a photo then i got reali embarassed about taking it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;now my leg NUAH alrdy! i cant wait for duael outing though i am not allowed to ice skate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114640749887960144?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114640749887960144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114640749887960144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114640749887960144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114640749887960144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/trip-to-chinatown.html' title='trip to chinatown!'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114632044109638083</id><published>2006-04-30T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:20:41.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you practice an art, be proud of it and make it proud of you... It may break your heart, but it will fill your heart before it breaks it; it will make you a person in your own right. - Maxwell Anderson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The harder you work, the harder it is to surrender. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Vincent Lombardi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go out there and do what you've got to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Martina Navratilova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dont ask why i put this. i am tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114632044109638083?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114632044109638083/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114631898884740944</id><published>2006-04-29T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:56:28.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>theatre club may be falling.&lt;br /&gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want to let the seniors down. i will try harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114631898884740944?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114631898884740944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114631898884740944' title='0 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/&gt;i changed skin!&lt;br /&gt;though its not done by me. lazy. xD&lt;br /&gt;hahah okay i still have to make amendments to it but i am too lazy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind.&lt;br /&gt;i shall design my own skin soon!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;now can see the archives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114623930479188125?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114623930479188125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114623930479188125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114623930479188125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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revision for history test after that.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT TOO EMOTIONAL.&lt;br /&gt;anw. angsty thanks so much for the email on duael anniversary! cant wait for us to meet up again at csm! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, to look on the bright side, i have quite alot of really cool stuff to fool around this term! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to start crewing for ny family concert. supposedly called nanyang glitters.&lt;br /&gt;though i am just pissed at some tcn stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so scared tt i will fail my dear napfa. SH*T. if i fail i shall commit sucide. and i noe what i will fail in. PULL UP. gah. someone save me. =.=" i cant even do one sad little pull up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i have a suggestion to all esp TCN ppl! MUST TAKE CARE OF URSELVES K! esp huiying jiayou for ur throat! and yingci and zongbin must JIAYOU for july concert! MUST! and the suggestion for all is: dont eat the curry chicken thingy sold in school. i got sore throat and &lt;em&gt;lau sai &lt;/em&gt;after i ate them today. =.=" i strongly think its because of the curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i have inspire'06 to look out for! street collections!&lt;br /&gt;and going for RETRO on 28 may with batchmates for gathering!&lt;br /&gt;duael outing on polling day! (i hope!)&lt;br /&gt;and to sell icecream during csm for BOM!&lt;br /&gt;and for my class food and funfair&lt;br /&gt;and for the singapore arts fest performances&lt;br /&gt;and for the august &lt;strong&gt;dementia&lt;/strong&gt; plays&lt;br /&gt;and for the july concert&lt;br /&gt;and for the publicity for the concert&lt;br /&gt;and for my major sia magazine&lt;br /&gt;and for bernice's birthday (3 days away!)&lt;br /&gt;and for lichen's birthday&lt;br /&gt;and for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;and then for huiying's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;and then for choral and drama night (i am really looking forward to this!)&lt;br /&gt;and then for crewing for choral and drama night!&lt;br /&gt;okay hahah i think i am going to far. choral and drama night is in november!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whats with the old hen thing today.&lt;br /&gt;i shall narrate.&lt;br /&gt;mr tan said sth abt i am an old hen now must help the junior or sth.&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;mr tang said he heard old hag.&lt;br /&gt;WALAU EH.&lt;br /&gt;whats with birds and hags man.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vforvendetta.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"remember remember the 5th of november." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the government should be afraid of their people."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-taken from vforvendetta (not meant to mean anything to me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114623428417307820?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114623428417307820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114623428417307820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114623428417307820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114623428417307820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114593110631645020</id><published>2006-04-25T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:11:46.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ohashi-lab.bse.kyutech.ac.jp/~shin/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.ohashi-lab.bse.kyutech.ac.jp/~shin/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DOWNLOAD, PRINT AND HAVE FUN! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114593110631645020?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114593110631645020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114593110631645020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114593110631645020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114593110631645020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114571515422414973</id><published>2006-04-23T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:15:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the animated claire and ian =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THE FIGHT BETWEEN IAN AND CLAIRE =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;footage taken by hanjing hahah no offence to anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4190080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4190080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4190090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4190090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire and ian talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4190088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4190088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian gets "high" =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4190081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4190081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strangles claire. (HAHAH look so farny i took it while they were fighting then it happened to just catch this second)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4190082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4190082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian laughs at the photo and collapse to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4190083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4190083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay then suddenly friends again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4190089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4190089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah then WAR NO. II begins soon after....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114571515422414973?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114571515422414973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114571515422414973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114571515422414973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114571515422414973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/animated-claire-and-ian-d_22.html' title='the animated claire and ian =D'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114571808071091388</id><published>2006-04-22T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:01:21.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dementia</title><content type='html'>the last trip to the dementia home.&lt;br /&gt;when we left the ward, i wanted so badly to cry.&lt;br /&gt;mr tang went sth like "you have to let go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i just felt real bad.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt pity the patients.&lt;br /&gt;i just felt how meaningless they actually felt.&lt;br /&gt;it was reali heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dementia basically made them lose something - somethign that i have always thought was the meaning of living. they forgot their memories of the past.&lt;br /&gt;the memories of once being a child running around in their kampong.&lt;br /&gt;they forgot the image of their families, their friends.&lt;br /&gt;all they could do, was to lie to others - and perhaps to themselves - about their past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robert was a fine gentleman of 50. he spoke fluent english. he was nice. but it was rather unbelievable that he had dementia. he thought he works there. so the staff didnt say no. they called him collegue. so sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this old lady who had a handbag with her all the time. she had this small cute puppy toy in her bag. she was skinny, rather "dao" look, only spoke cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this old lady who spoke teochew with me. she said alot stuff to me and evelyn. she said that our parents are so luvky to have us two sisters. haha. like she knew us since we were young. she said we grew up alot. she talked about us having to study hard to not disapoint our parents....alot of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also remember that i walked back to a female ward with an old lady. she was really weak and had to hold those metal support stands. when i had to help her to her chair, she felt to fragile to me. mr tang said i was sweating and grinned. sheesh. I WANTED TO DIE. luckily one of the juniors helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was activity time when we went. the folks were playing games. i was with ah huat. my favorite elderly! :) he was just fantastic. :))) maybe because he also speaks half hokkien half teoshew like me. :) hahah. we had fun. then he got really excited about my arrival he danced with me to the tune of emz. retro i think. hahah it was reali unforgettable. i will really miss him. i think i want to come back as a volunteer to visit him. perhaps buy him some hokkien mee or sth when i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i feel really bad when i was with them.&lt;br /&gt;we dont know when these people who had their memories erased from them would just die. because dementia is a disease. no. it wouldnt spread. but it can lead to other disease that will cause death to these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to lose my memories so cruelly too. i really dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do a good dementia play. something really good. to be able to touch the hearts of others, like how the folks have touched mine. so that we can all make a difference to the dementia patients. help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. since tests are gonna be over. my next plan shall be saving up at least 1 buck every day. then when i go to the dementia home myself again, i can buy some outside food for the folks. lina said we could. i want them to stay happy and enjoy the last journey in their life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114571808071091388?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114571808071091388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114571808071091388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114571808071091388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114571808071091388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/dementia.html' title='dementia'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114517313996527567</id><published>2006-04-17T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T15:38:59.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OM</title><content type='html'>=D&lt;br /&gt;went for the prize giving for OM nationals yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;hahah but the problem is that i thought that it was rather riduculous that i actually went for the prize giving - the part worth going shld be the presentation in the morning! SHEESH. hahaha. but oh well hahaha at least our school won and had at least one team winning the champs! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw saps ppl. =D yays my juniors! well they didnt win anything but i am sure you guys did your best! so dont be upset! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4130069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/P4130069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the audience. OMG my photography skills yesterday was HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4130071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/P4130071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. a cute little boy! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4130072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/P4130072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and yingci got ratehr bored so we took a photo of my bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4130068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/P4130068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love tcn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4130063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/P4130063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a bear. no. a cow. no. its a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH. hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114517313996527567?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114517313996527567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114517313996527567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114517313996527567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114517313996527567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/om.html' title='OM'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114500530331195997</id><published>2006-04-15T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:50:43.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>close up of stolen prince scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/family1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/family1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i added this picture to prove that i am really LIMO!&lt;br /&gt;hahah omigosh my parents and friends and so many ppl dun believe dats me! hahah so the close up should help right! =D its just the help of ezra and the ipsa makeup that made me look so different! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114500530331195997?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114500530331195997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114500530331195997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114500530331195997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114500530331195997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/close-up-of-stolen-prince-scene.html' title='close up of stolen prince scene'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114500622150344524</id><published>2006-04-15T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:17:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reachin' for heaven</title><content type='html'>a really nice song my cousin gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reachin' For Heaven - DIANA DEGARMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;There was just me and my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And the days went tickin' by&lt;br /&gt;Like the beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Spend my nights&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' how it would feel&lt;br /&gt;When the waiting would end&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow would start&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see the light&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness I'm comin' alive&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;This is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Kissin' the sky&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means&lt;br /&gt;Touching forever&lt;br /&gt;Like a phoenix rising from the flames&lt;br /&gt;I'm reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never knew I was so strong&lt;br /&gt;But you made me find the fire&lt;br /&gt;That was there all along&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see all I can be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I want it all&lt;br /&gt;And I know you'll catch me if ever I fall&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Kissin' the sky&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means&lt;br /&gt;Touching forever&lt;br /&gt;Like a phoenix rising from the flames&lt;br /&gt;I'm reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;You alone have shown me&lt;br /&gt;Shining new hope rises now for all&lt;br /&gt;I owe you&lt;br /&gt;It's my turn to show you&lt;br /&gt;This is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Kissin' the sky&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means&lt;br /&gt;Touching forever&lt;br /&gt;Like a phoenix rising from the flames&lt;br /&gt;I'm reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;Reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;This is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Kissin' the sky&lt;br /&gt;This is what it means&lt;br /&gt;Touching forever&lt;br /&gt;Like a phoenix rising from the flames&lt;br /&gt;I'm reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;Reachin' for heaven&lt;br /&gt;Heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114500622150344524?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114500622150344524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114500622150344524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114500622150344524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114500622150344524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/reachin-for-heaven.html' title='reachin&apos; for heaven'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114482922511426136</id><published>2006-04-13T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:07:05.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first i shall reply to all tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zongbin: HEH. really not u who inspired me to train! its pinghui! haha pinghui can laugh and run at the same time and SO FAST SOMEMORE so i was inspired to be like her! HAHAH. anw you must jiayou for july concert k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yingci: ci! MUAH! hahah i like u more than zongbin! hahahah. anyway! i think not reali alot of ppl read my blog so wahahah nvm lah! hehs so sad today we only had 3 ppl to play touch so in the end nvr play...TMR MUST MUST MUST run hor! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the next post i shall posted about duael!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114482922511426136?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114482922511426136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114482922511426136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114482922511426136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114482922511426136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-i-shall-reply-to-all-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114483055251928555</id><published>2006-04-12T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:29:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUAEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4100058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 545px" height="502" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/400/P4100058.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lian He Zao Bao Xian Zai Ban 12/04/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have nvr expected duael to really get into the news - even if it was just a very small area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the writer is my classmate - kudos to you! hahah and really a big thank you to the camera lady hahah thanks thanks for featuring duael! hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN the morning i was like piah-ing for my lang arts test and was like so tense and everything then ex classmate sms-ed me: eh hanjing is that duael i see in the news today the duael u were trying to promote to me that day?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. i got my newspaper and TADAH IT WAS THERE. HAHAH. it was super cool i must admit! then for the rest of the day i am SO HYPER! hahahha. but if u ask me, frankly, i was happy not because my face was there (hahah LIFE LONG DREAM to have myself on the newspaper!) but because it made me think about duael again. to be able to remember how we prepared for duael. i miss duael. HAHAH. shall do what yingci says! GO LAMINATE THE BLOODY NEWS ARTICLE! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am proud to have done duael with all tcners + guys. MUAH! I LOVE YOU ALL TO BITS AND PIECES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS. sorry but this is a normal resoulution of the article so i dun think u can see the words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114483055251928555?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114483055251928555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114483055251928555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114483055251928555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114483055251928555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/duael_12.html' title='DUAEL'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114482997273806888</id><published>2006-04-12T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:19:32.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUAEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114482997273806888?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114482997273806888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114482997273806888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114482997273806888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114482997273806888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/duael.html' title='DUAEL'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114459066359255876</id><published>2006-04-10T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:04:26.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAMe! hahah</title><content type='html'>i am just uber bored.&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:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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 warm and well-balanced.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is passionate and physical.&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem sad and helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do People Think Of Your Face? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ffe4e1" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Can Hang With the Guys and the Girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fff1ef"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/both.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've struck a good balance between girlie and laid back.You can keep it casual but when you dress up, you are as girly as the next girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Girlie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/13563886-114459066359255876?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114459066359255876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114459066359255876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114459066359255876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114459066359255876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/lame-hahah.html' title='LAMe! hahah'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114457392798424559</id><published>2006-04-10T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:12:08.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIKI!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE 202'06!&lt;br /&gt;wahaha look at the pics and u could see how happy all fo us were!&lt;br /&gt;MUAH!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL!&lt;br /&gt;and miki! (jap girl who came over for exchange programme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4050031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4050031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class pic! omg my face was like super weird?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4050015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4050015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from left: guenyik, miki, claire, limmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4050028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4050028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha my bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/yays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/yays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my zi lian photo with miki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4050030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4050030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah lijun's monkey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114457392798424559?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114457392798424559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114457392798424559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114457392798424559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114457392798424559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/miki.html' title='MIKI!'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114450581754828569</id><published>2006-04-09T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:16:57.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cresent girls' fun fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today is cresent girls' fun fair!&lt;br /&gt;went with xenia and met up with sherryn and levia&lt;br /&gt;and saw brandon lam hahaah he is still abt the same height as me!&lt;br /&gt;anyway. it was really rather fun!&lt;br /&gt;went for their haunted house which was located in their dance studio, which was said to be haunted ~~ according to ryn, her seniors camped over night in the studio whic has mirrors all over budden before they slept they nvr cover the mirrors then at night they could see faces on the mirrors and sounds~~~&lt;br /&gt;then the haunted house was like, erm, quite well done since its by students! there were weird stuff hanging from the air, skeletons and ppl who wore and behaved like ghosts and stuff haha and we were like shrieking and shrieking all the way cox there were ppl grabbign our feet as we walk and we were like dragging the "ghosts"?! haha it was abit freaky lorh when i saw the snakes on the floor hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest are pictures! shant elaborate cox very sian leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4060036.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4060036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what was right at the door. a life-size mashi maro (yarh larh HALF of me haha) and we were supposed to guess its weight to win it and bring it home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4060037.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4060037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the rules. see that? &lt;strong&gt;$2 worth of coupons!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4060038.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4060038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chocolate fondue! ah there were 2 stalls with this and i was rather amused! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4060041.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4060041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stalls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4060043.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4060043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sherryn at her class stall! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4060042.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4060042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;queuing up for haunted house. see?! business so good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4060040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4060040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people! (its abt 4pm alrdy so there werent many ppl left) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P4060039.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P4060039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guess what?! A DUNKING MACHINE! omg publicity for FFF i got ideas lerh! heheh. LOOK OUT for my 1st july NYGH food and funfair! we have a dunking machine too! hahaha =DDD my class! XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114450581754828569?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114450581754828569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114450581754828569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114450581754828569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114450581754828569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/cresent-girls-fun-fair.html' title='cresent girls&apos; fun fair'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114415674427444462</id><published>2006-04-05T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:19:05.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i feel POOPED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so the following in RED are reali just crap and bitching so can skip. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;firstly because we had this impromptu new south wales IT quiz that override CCA time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay it wasnt MEANT to be impromptu. it's just that our WONDERFUL form teacher didnt even tell us. AND SHE EVEN INTENDED TO TELL LIKE DURING HER LESSON WHICH IS LIKE 1++HRS BEFORE THE QUIZ THING?!!! okay. i dont care about the marks but hey i think it is reali unfair that we are only told like TODAY?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;secondly. it bloddy rained today. so carn play "touch". haha. mr tang and the rest of us were so bad! haha the juniors asked us what is play "touch" (cox mr tang smsed us that if weather permits, we MIGHT "touch") haha if u are good enough u shld noe how mad i am about touch! hahah. anw, mr tang didnt want to tell the juniors just liddat. so he said sth like "you'll find out" and then reali suggestively said that it cannot be played indoors or when there is rain etc etc hahah it was super farny can i laughed till i almost died. I WANT TO PLAY RUGBY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thirdly. because of cca today huiying reminded me that that hey. mr tang will leave us earliest this december so we would be like be kinda "left on our own". what will happen when mr tang leaves us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fourthly. i failed my freaking french test by lik 1 and 1/2 marks?! omg i want to shoot my teacher! one and a half mark oso dun wan to gib me from compo! ah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay. enough pooping. bleah. shall talk about the good stuff! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#1: pinghui's birthday is on friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#2: japanese girl coming to my class for exchange programme from tmr till fri! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#3: hahah i have ran like 2 rounds around the school this morning and i shall continue to do that every morning till NAPFA test! hahaha =D okay i know i am nuts but HEY. i have grown 2 cm taller! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#4: i owe my mortal's letter for 3 weeks alrdy! okay oops this wasnt meant to be sth happy hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#5: PLAY TOUCH R. PLAY TOUCH R. PLAY TOUCH R. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#6: I LOVE EVERYONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;okay this post is nonsense. haha nvrmind i shall post sth decent when i feel like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114415674427444462?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114415674427444462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114415674427444462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114415674427444462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114415674427444462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114415693234079629</id><published>2006-04-05T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:22:12.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRESENT GIRLS HIGH FUN FAIR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS SATURDAY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 AM TILL 4 PM. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pls support sherryn!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NANYANG GIRLS HIGH FOOD AND FUNFAIR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1ST JULY 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9AM TILL 4 PM. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;interested parties can also buy coupons beforehand at $10 each! contact me for more details! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114415693234079629?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114415693234079629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114415693234079629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114415693234079629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114415693234079629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/cresent-girls-high-fun-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114406681009698923</id><published>2006-04-04T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:20:10.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guess what i have realised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if not for theatre club, if not for wonderful and CRAZEEE bunch of friends like you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my life would be as boring as a T shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HEY i am serious! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it would be so full of routine - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wash iron wear wash iron wear finally thrown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i guess that's why i live a life so &lt;strong&gt;unique&lt;/strong&gt; that people are jealous! ***ego*** hahahaha! all thanks to you all! MUAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and especially to theatre club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i dont noe why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if not for theatre club &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I WOULDNT BE AS CRAZY AS NOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wouldnt be so insane as to train for NAPFA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wouldnt jump around and play so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wouldnt know how it really is like behind a production!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I WOULDNT KNOW HOW FUN TOUCH RUGBY WOULD BE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MUAH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TMR - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if weather permits, we MIGHT play touch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yays! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114406681009698923?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114406681009698923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114406681009698923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114406681009698923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114406681009698923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/guess-what-i-have-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114390753325116570</id><published>2006-04-02T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:05:33.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed our seats yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;cox mrsheng told me the class can start changing seats either yesterday or on monday.&lt;br /&gt;jieqi had done the new seating arrangement long ago. i asked the class and the class said change on monday. but haha dunno why in the end i managed to let the class change to their new seat arrangement during mrs kuan's lesson (cox she was absent). it was done quite smoothly. my new seat is just one seat left from my old term one seat.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and now guenyik and limmin is my partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss chialer! CHIALER! do you noe i miss you?! now i dun have someone to look over the shoulder to copy notes that i didnt manage to copy on time! so sad seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. shall look on the bright side! because i have managed to piah out all my chinese sia compos and sui bi and every nonsense and its only saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/giraffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/giraffe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the giraffe and pelly and me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/coolmates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/coolmates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my seating mates! 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahh i carn seem to upload all the pics...so sad... oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114390753325116570?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114390753325116570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114390753325116570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114390753325116570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114390753325116570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/changed-our-seats-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114388830970111258</id><published>2006-04-02T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T18:45:09.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUNCH DURING DUAEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss duael like nuts!&lt;br /&gt;like wad ezra had said: " ...cant believe it's been a week le..."&lt;br /&gt;if this is still the 25th march, we would still be eating our dinner, clearing up, then preparing for a wonderful night ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would have most probably also looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/dunnowad.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/dunnowad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken. i thought mr tang never liked chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/1stnitefood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salmon, carrots, corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/2ndnitedinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/2ndnitedinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my serving on 2nd night! **NOTE: this is BEFORE**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/nomorefood!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/nomorefood%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is AFTER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/bananas.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/bananas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bananas for dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/ezra&amp;banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/ezra%26banana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go bananas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/makan!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/makan%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ready to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/makan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/makan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wonder who is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/HAHAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/HAHAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shimin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/friedrice.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/friedrice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fried rice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how i wish we can perform duael together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway, duael can be said to be a success AND failure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;though i dun want to believe it was lousy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there were people commenting that &lt;em&gt;skindeep&lt;/em&gt; was really just skin deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was a little discouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then ex-form teacher said: hanjing! in duael you were so hiao! (for the bimbo character) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i said. Oh. okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then i asked her. then did you enjoy duael? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she didnt say anything. then she tried to change the topic and said: you were really very hiao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then she said she must go and went off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i was discouraged. that was yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then wad got worse was this. car*l was listening, then she came over to me. and said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i didnt go duael but i heard my friend say duael wasnt good you know. then she said she didnt like skindeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was performing in skindeep you noe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she said "oh" then shut up after that and went for TCIL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wtf. i was so really really pissed and discouraged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay i dont mean to say that swear word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i only say it when i am really really really pissed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;how discouraged can one be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i dont want papa tan to do the dementia piece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i dont want it to end up like &lt;em&gt;skindeep&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;no offence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i want to clarify here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if any one of you think that i behave like the bimbotic ah lian in skindeep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;please think again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;omg i so not a bimbo person so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;being a bimbo poser in skindeep made me all the more never want to end up liddat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this is no april fools joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114388830970111258?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114388830970111258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114388830970111258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114388830970111258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114388830970111258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/lunch-during-duael.html' title='LUNCH DURING DUAEL'/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114337215580835928</id><published>2006-03-27T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T19:22:35.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks to all who had made duael a success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shall start with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;ezra: hey thanks alot for the "last minute hearts" hahah really appreciated to effort put in. you are a really nice person who can act well and play the piano well etc etc so multi talented and so nice to juniors hahaha. thanks for the tako balls and teddy bears and the makeup you have done for me for li mo! and for all the lame jokes and ff-language u and huiying talks about and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;jerry: hey girlfriend! haha okay i still suspect you are a gay. =PPP anw, sometimes you are "dao" sometimes you are just plain farny hahah. thanks for being such a great frank in un ghost! and a&lt;br /&gt;birllant excecutioner! wahaha and thanks for the chye sim with a "flower" in the middle hahah i&lt;br /&gt;cooked it and it tasted bitter! haha just joking. anyway, yeah i accepted the fact that hey i AM&lt;br /&gt;short hahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;danny: my fellow "husband" hi tee! hey dude great job you are one great drama papa haha and i&lt;br /&gt;really enjoyed working with you! thanks for da orange bangle and haha i will miss you too! hahah you are one weird person too - or rather all five of you are weird in your own ways! i dont really know you as much as i know ezra or jerry haha i guess its because you dont really go all crazy like me or huiying or ezra or even jerry cox you are more of the calm and not so noisy type of person! guess its kinda good in a sense that you are quite focused? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;choojun: haha. ANGSTY. the nickname you had on the frist day you came over. haha. i still rmb&lt;br /&gt;you are the one who gave this hp no. of dunno who to all my seniors! you mean pokk. haha. anyway i think you are really serious at times and it gets a little too scary for me! omg! haha. thanks for the bangle too and hahah rest assured that i wouldnt change my personality bcox of the pressure of being in a upper sec! 7 out of 10 of the things you talk about to me is about andai, and i really dont see why you are always talking about "you have to be nice to my dao yan andai okay?" ahaha diao i dun even get to meet andai (exclassmate) lol. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;honyee: eh i guess yours will be the shortest in cox i am getting a little tired of typing and i dun&lt;br /&gt;reali have much to say about you. haha i rmb you as limyu's bestie who i dam skinny and is my son wahaha even though i am you junior! hahahah your costume is really farny! anw thanks for teh chocolate and sweet and seaweed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now for the sec 4s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cat: thanks for the note! love ya loads! you have been a great president! thanks for helpign me do the makeup for bimbo and mother! its sad to know that you guys wldnt be with us after a few more cca days cox of your O levels....=C gonna miss ya loads and loads and loads...jiayou for your Os! you have done a great job for nurse and mal de mere! hope that you have enjoyed duael. you are one hot cat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yiming: ah my dearest yiming thanks so much for trying so hard to make everything work out well. i must have irritated you alot huh? sorry kay. the programme booklet you have done is GREAT! and i really admire all the effort and everything you have put in. love ya loads! thanks for the lollipop! will really miss the times we piah the publicity stuff out - waiting for mrs tan to stamp the duael posters, printing and cutting of my fish and posters, pasting them up early in the morning...yes i am sure you too dont want to go through that again but hey. these stuff made me really salute you! jia you! you go gurl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yixin: yixin haha loves and hugs! you are a really nice senior! fantastic job as Stage manager, esp for Icarus Fall! MUAH! will nvr forget you! your personality is really special and so far i have never seen anyone like you! great job for orchestra and mal de mere too! and thatnks for all the effort you have put in for duael esp when i was sick that monday and you had to go make the tickets yourself and the cd was corrupt and i was too sick to help much on the phone...sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shimin: shimin! haha treasure your friends man! you got great friends aka fans! hahah. i have&lt;br /&gt;tremendously enjoyed working with you! your mascara skills are superb! haha yays i love shimin! shimin i wish you all the best in eveything you do and i applaud you for your fantastic job in mal de mere and as winglee in stolen prince! and also for being so brava as to haha "ding zui" to mr tang! haha you rock!  muahmuahmuah! i will never forget how encouraging you were throughout the preparation of duael! i will remember what you have said about quality better than quantity! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;evelyn: my dear publicity mate! you're really hot. great effort for icarus fall and gloria! jiayou for the rest of your life in dance or anythign else! you can do it! you have the determination worth&lt;br /&gt;learning! haha hugs! MUAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bettina: chorus. on the second night you had suddenly ahd lots of actions for the chorus, which i&lt;br /&gt;thought was rather weird. no offence kay. jiayou for your future undertakings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now for the sec threes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;vanessa: hey you are a great actress! you go do your best for eveything okay?! jiayou and all the best for the july esplanade concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;samantha: hey sam! great job as mother in skindeep! thanks for being such a great senior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shermaine: MUAH. i love ya! lots and lots and lots! you ae one great senior who encourage people and motivates all of us to work harder! thanks alot for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;jessie: hey yo! haha thanks for all the songs and everything! gogogo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;limyu: PDA huh. hahaha. great job for dad and mal de mere and sm! wahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now for my batch mates. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yingci: yingci i love you to bits and pieces wahaha i love you! gary rocks! hahaha! love da way you could perform on stage! jia you and all the best for the july concert! granola bars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;zongbin: haha zombie i hate you for getting into OM without any props and costumes! arbish! anw great job boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;huiying: my buddy huiying! my dear son hairy! haha see i got such good taste to give my son such a name huh? :) i will nvr forget how we sang songs and laughed and joked around. i will not cry - i hope - tmr. whatever happens i will try not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pinghui: pingghui! love ya loads for all your encouragements and eveything! you rock for dance! and mal de mere! and for marilyn! its so hard to imagine how 5 of us actually became so close in just a year huh. MUAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as for the sec ones.. sorry but i am super tired already..write another time kay? x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THOSE WHO LOVE DUAEL SAY I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THOSE WHO HATE DUAEL SAY YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THOSE WHO HATE ME SAY WE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114337215580835928?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114337215580835928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114337215580835928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114337215580835928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114337215580835928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/2006/03/thanks-to-all-who-had-made-duael.html' title=''/><author><name>ah-yumi!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454620261540167205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114335951483183955</id><published>2006-03-27T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T15:51:54.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its over.&lt;br /&gt;all over.&lt;br /&gt;i am still trying hard not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt cry when everyone else did after the show.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt cry when i was waiting with zongbin for our parents.&lt;br /&gt;i just didnt feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;for the stolen prince when i was supposed to weep i weeped a little.&lt;br /&gt;i cried in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today,&lt;br /&gt;whenever i thought or see anythign about duael still lying around&lt;br /&gt;i cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duael is and will be the last performance for many&lt;br /&gt;it was the last performance for ezra, jerry and danny,&lt;br /&gt;the dear sec 4s cat yiming yixin shimin evelyn bettina&lt;br /&gt;and mr tang&lt;br /&gt;with the identity of theatre club.&lt;br /&gt;i really cant bear to see everyone leave one by one.&lt;br /&gt;the memories are just to nice that i dont ever want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really sorry for screwing up last night.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114335951483183955?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114335951483183955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cYSxL1kRrOM/R-33myGAGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/M_k6h6rEJog/S220/fatimahnmama.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13563886.post-114336220975784644</id><published>2006-03-27T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T16:37:54.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PICTURES SAY A THOUSAND WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P3250045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da lovely juniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P3240031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P3240031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 batch. from left: jessie, shermaine, samantha, vanessa &amp; limyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P3240030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P3240030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wacky batch! from left: huiying, pinghui, zongbin, me &amp;amp; yingci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P3240032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P3240032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 batch close up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P3240029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P3240029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our batch - the head is yingci cox spas huiying whacked yingci! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P3240017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P3240017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P3240028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P3240028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P3240025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P3240025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love taking photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P3240021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P3240021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/1600/P3240023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4646/1197/320/P3240023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;202 tcn-ers! omg i look so pale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13563886-114336220975784644?l=live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-to-tell-a-story.blogspot.com/feeds/114336220975784644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13563886&amp;postID=114336220975784644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114336220975784644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13563886/posts/default/114336220975784644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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