<?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-8999852394021300449</id><updated>2011-07-09T02:05:33.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iamconstipated</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/SV5DG89coFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8m71qjr5q1Y/s1600-h/barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286736799301673042" style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/SV5DG89coFI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8m71qjr5q1Y/s320/barbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iie veh kewt + sexxayye worhxzxz&lt;br /&gt;But which picture do I love the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/SV5FM-JG3OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_zxo5k3Eq18/s1600-h/ken.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286739101721484514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/SV5FM-JG3OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_zxo5k3Eq18/s320/ken.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miiee lurbxzxz Ken a lot a lot worhxzxz!!&lt;br /&gt;Ken, euu rawkxz miiee worldzxz!!&lt;br /&gt;From miiee too euu... heheeexx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekes, buaibuai peepuhhs!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-778746519909760077?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/778746519909760077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=778746519909760077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/778746519909760077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/778746519909760077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE.&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/8999852394021300449-1299025109075315211?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1299025109075315211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=1299025109075315211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1299025109075315211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1299025109075315211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M FLYING OFF TO CHINA TOMORROW WHOOHOO! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BYE BYE I'VE TO WAKE UP AT 4 -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISS ME! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&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/8999852394021300449-3447177126480202350?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3447177126480202350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=3447177126480202350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/3447177126480202350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/3447177126480202350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/lalala-im-flying-off-to-china-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-2555957156376403859</id><published>2008-11-24T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:46:00.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BON VOYAGE GUITAR PEEPS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cynthia Tan blocked me on MSN! :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmph, i'm gonna take revenge! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know you think i'm gonna block her back but NOOO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not as childish as that stupid woman as such,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm appearing offline to make it LOOK like i'm blocking her. &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;MUAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-2555957156376403859?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2555957156376403859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHOONKHEE'S A &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BARBIE CLONE :O&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/8999852394021300449-6828711892003131607?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6828711892003131607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6828711892003131607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M GONNA BE IN 3/3 '09!&lt;/strong&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/8999852394021300449-3161327130069602087?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3161327130069602087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=3161327130069602087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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I'm so nice I'm here updating while all you sad people are studying :D Tell me I'm cool. Hee Choonkhee likes Shut Up And Let Me Go too! :O I thought no one liked The Tings Tings. Especially Nisha and Marian=.= &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;Anyway today, while I was waiting for the bus at my bus stop, there was this stupid bee who wasn't cute at all then it kept flying around me so annoying lah. But I was super brave, I didn't scream and kept my cool :D Though I bet Ashley would probably run and fly away-.- Then something exciting happened between me and the bee but I'm not gonna say it here so talk to me tomorrow and I'll tell you! Later on, Cynthia and Valerie and some others who I was unable to identify, said "Bye Angela!" So I turned around and waved, and I ended up bumping my face onto this girl in front of me AND I KISSED HER FREAKING BACK YUCK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know this post is very unexciting lah, I'm super emo now :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok bye I'm gonna check my handphone for smses now-.- &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;strong&gt;I MUST STUDY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-4837710852092268567?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4837710852092268567/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is super funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These sheltered hearts can't make me stay. says:&lt;br /&gt;do you happen to have an extra chinese dictionary? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a beautiful smile says:&lt;br /&gt;um no but i think i can lend you my brother's or sister's if you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These sheltered hearts can't make me stay. says:&lt;br /&gt;yes please :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a beautiful smile says:&lt;br /&gt;ok then i'll bring it for you tmr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a beautiful smile says:&lt;br /&gt;who are you=.=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These sheltered hearts can't make me stay. says:&lt;br /&gt;angeline -.- haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These sheltered hearts can't make me stay. says:&lt;br /&gt;you're angela right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a beautiful smile says:&lt;br /&gt;oh i see. ok i'll bring it for you:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a beautiful smile says:&lt;br /&gt;ALAMAK you don't even know me lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-2080175263495715024?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2080175263495715024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED MOTIVATION!&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/8999852394021300449-5415482549027650238?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5415482549027650238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=5415482549027650238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5415482549027650238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5415482549027650238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-motivation.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6097154264799491179</id><published>2008-09-22T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:27:26.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TED BUNDY! :O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;THE TING TINGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They call me 'hell' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They call me 'Stacey' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They call me 'her' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They call me 'Jane' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's not my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's not my name &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/8999852394021300449-6097154264799491179?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6097154264799491179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6097154264799491179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6097154264799491179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6097154264799491179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-same-birthday-as-ted-bundy-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6590429674477880595</id><published>2008-09-11T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:44:36.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM PISSED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't bother to ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-6590429674477880595?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6590429674477880595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6590429674477880595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6590429674477880595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6590429674477880595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-7193509860183465651</id><published>2008-08-05T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:17:00.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOIST FART,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; MOIST FART&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS BAD :(&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/8999852394021300449-7193509860183465651?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7193509860183465651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=7193509860183465651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7193509860183465651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7193509860183465651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/moist-fart-moist-fart-this-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-7603166863977637982</id><published>2008-05-14T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:49:39.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TIME HAS COME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG REPLIES:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;26th April:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha: The merlion is hot. especially the one at sentosa which we saw during the math trail remember:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;27th April:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sou: But then my chilli + crab damn ingeniouswhat. don't you think so? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happyface: oh ok. not to fear. i did worse-_____- i got 50 on the dot for HCL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;30th April to 1st May:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha: I updated:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sou: i'm actually very hardworking ok. I do my homeowrk:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: :O chloe has become to horny! Nah i knew that it was ah sou. cos i'm smart:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd May to 4th May:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Nisha: haha ok link you soon:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sou: Sheesh chloe's right you ARE deluding yourself. Yet again, you delude yourself that i'm a cheekopeh although i'm not:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: for once i think you've said something sane and not horny. HORNY CORNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happyface: How did you find out about my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;10th to 11th May&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Happyface: She likes the song i think. I like it too. But we can't find the bloody "is it you" yet=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: Are you implying that you're jealous cos i called chloe baby:D Call me honey and i'll call you baby too!&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/8999852394021300449-7603166863977637982?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7603166863977637982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=7603166863977637982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7603166863977637982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7603166863977637982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-has-come-tag-repliesd-26th-april.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6749913464518315785</id><published>2008-05-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:26:34.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thiish iish sup3rxz kewlxzxz w0rhs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→MUTHU says:&lt;br /&gt;call me honey and i'll call you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→MUTHU says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;supersheesh i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;okay honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→MUTHU says:&lt;br /&gt;that WAS GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→MUTHU says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG YOU REALLY DID THAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-6749913464518315785?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6749913464518315785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6749913464518315785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6749913464518315785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6749913464518315785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/thiish-iish-sup3rxz-kewlxzxz-w0rhs.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-4431692843896953333</id><published>2008-05-08T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:38:45.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i can't help but post this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTIST’S REFERENCE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my name is Angela. And I rock. I even have a fan club. I have a really dumb sister who can’t possibly be any slower at typing. She sucks like a straw and is a ass like a donkey. And she has no brains. She thinks Cassie is hot. However, she thinks she’s even hotter than Cassie. I don’t know why. I think she’s just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA YOU ROCK MAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL your sister is so dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, i was about to type out my artist reference and then i got distracted and started typing those stuff. Then i got high and started laughing (my sister daoed me-.-) and typed in comments:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-4431692843896953333?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4431692843896953333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=4431692843896953333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4431692843896953333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4431692843896953333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cant-help-but-post-this-artists.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-7648677345445772377</id><published>2008-05-03T00:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:30:49.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASHLEY LEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're officially fourteen now. I've known you for one and a half years already:D I'm glad I've gotten to know you as my friend and always entertaining me with your lameness. Being fourteen is never too old:D May all your dreams come true and don't forget to STAY YOUNG, HOT AND SEXY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;miie lurrbexz euu w0rhs :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-7648677345445772377?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7648677345445772377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=7648677345445772377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7648677345445772377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7648677345445772377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-ashley-lee-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-1939936833116314889</id><published>2008-04-15T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:58:57.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Another cool thing to share:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU LOADS&lt;br /&gt;→MUTHU says:&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm niceeee&lt;br /&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-1939936833116314889?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1939936833116314889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=1939936833116314889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1939936833116314889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1939936833116314889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-cool-thing-to-shared-chloe-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-7084876152423488611</id><published>2008-04-15T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:57:32.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Something cool to share:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;→MUTHU says:&lt;br /&gt;NOOO&lt;br /&gt;→MUTHU says:&lt;br /&gt;GO&lt;br /&gt;→MUTHU says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;→MUTHU says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;→MUTHU says:&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-7084876152423488611?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7084876152423488611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=7084876152423488611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7084876152423488611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7084876152423488611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-cool-to-shared-chloe-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-4171116662453628985</id><published>2008-04-08T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:08:43.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello:D&lt;/em&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;OM is over OMG. &lt;strong&gt;HAHA CHOONKHEE'S GROUP GOT IN FOR THE ECCENTRICS!&lt;/strong&gt; Their acting is nice. I like Nat Tong's acting :D So pretty. I'm going to go to ACSI to support IJ. So nice right? &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;Anyway, things have been a total bore in school. Lessons seem meaningless to me. Especially English, chinese, history blah blah. I also realised that fridays are packed with stuff. Firstly, we have AEP crap and then there's parents' night this friday and band concert next week. Speaking of parents' night, MY MOM REFUSES TO GO CAN YOU BELIEVE IT. So there, i'm going to sit there like a total idiot and i know i won't be able to pay attention and they always talk crap before getting straight to the point. Anyone willing to ditch their parents so that they can sit with me? :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;Whee~ Band concert - Fantasia next week:D I'm so&lt;strong&gt; loyal&lt;/strong&gt; i turned down all the other band people and bought from ChinYen. The ticket is kinda pretty but somewhat expensive. It doesn't matter anyway. It's at CJC and i have NO idea as to how to get there. I plan to go in a REALLY BIG GROUP so that it'll be fun:D oh and speaking of which, &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;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KOH AH SOU BROKE HER PROMISE!&lt;/strong&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;You see last time I BEGGED HER FOR DON'T KNOW HOW LONG to go to the Saint Nicks' Fair and she refused to go. She PROMISED to go the next time there's such a thing or something like that. So yeah there's the Fantasia thingy so I BEGGED her to go. BUT NOOOO, she refuses to go again. And insisted that she wasn't breaking her promise but was&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;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POSTPONING HER PROMISE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wth. Nevermind i'll find a way to make her go:D Anyway, I was on the phone with Hillary and that stupid woman started laughing, causing me to laugh which in the end caused MOI to get scolded=.= Why? Because it was 11/12++ and then she laugh damn loud so i also laugh damn loud and EVERYBODY in the house told me to shut up. Except for my mom who told me to shut up in chinese and in a nicer way: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;I realised something too. You know the merlion, I've been trying to find pictures of it and stuff and i realised that the merlion's kinda cute and hot. As in the one in Sentosa. You should see its front view. DAMN CUTE LAH. And then it looks somewhat hot. So there:D But the one at Mount Faber isn't hot/cute lor. It looks so fierce and it's head is practically more than double the size of its body i tell you, the one at sentosa so much chio-er.&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;Shall post about the AEP art exhibition when i'm free:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-4171116662453628985?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4171116662453628985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=4171116662453628985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4171116662453628985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4171116662453628985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/hellod-om-is-over-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6469362766103665834</id><published>2008-03-31T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:45:03.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This really humourous Conversation with Ping En :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;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;HOW BIG IS OUR AEP SKETCHES SUPPOSED TO BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;THE 3 SKETCHES WHICH IS DUE NEXT WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pinkie Swee&lt;br /&gt;erm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkie Swee&lt;br /&gt;my sketches are REALLY SMALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pinkie Swee&lt;br /&gt;all are due next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;wo ting bu dong:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pinkie Swee&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;dan shi bu yong jing, xie xie ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pinkie Swee&lt;br /&gt;wo men the ...sketches... XIA GE XING QI yao Jiao hor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;hao wo zhi dao dan shi wo men yao sketch shen me ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkie Swee&lt;br /&gt;ni yao .. sketch .. ni de item.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;shen me item?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pinkie Swee&lt;br /&gt;ni de Souvenirs lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;wo men dao di shi yao zuo shen me ah? wo ting bu dong ms ho lao shi suo shuo de hua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkie Swee&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ. what did your group come up with for a souvenir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkie Swee&lt;br /&gt;for the artwork of the artist that ya'll chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;i was talking about the prep work:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;are you talking about the prep work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkie Swee&lt;br /&gt;=.= VAT right...=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;you know the paper ms ho gave us this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkie Swee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AIYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;the one aout the prepwork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkie Swee&lt;br /&gt;two completely different things ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;that one:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=0]nothing.[/c]&lt;br /&gt;YEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkie Swee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tell me in ENGLISH earlier =.='''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-6469362766103665834?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6469362766103665834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6469362766103665834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6469362766103665834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6469362766103665834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-really-humourous-conversation-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-5502192857897958491</id><published>2008-03-31T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:25:36.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BLOODY NOSEBLEEDS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate nosebleeds. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;End of story. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-5502192857897958491?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5502192857897958491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=5502192857897958491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5502192857897958491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5502192857897958491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/bloody-nosebleeds.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-5874497763341266433</id><published>2008-03-30T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T14:53:24.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel that I should at least update what happened in the March holidays so here goes:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om Day 1: Forgot what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM day 2: Forgot what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM day 3: Forgot what happened=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this sucks. I only remember some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this day which was exceptionally funny. Firstly, I think I was mixing some paint for the banner and my back was facing the door. Then someone was like saying  to Melissa, "You damn lame leh" I then turned around and saw her dressed as a grim reaper which was OJROGJFODGJOMVOMD SCARY. I screamed and then everyone started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then melissa wore my grim reaper costume and scared angela omg it was ashdakjdhjsa funny hahaha her reaction was like  HAHAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;-Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ohmygosh, THE FUNNY PART TODAY WAS:&lt;br /&gt;melissa lee wen hui scared angela ho with lisa's costumes. it was omglmaorofl funnnnnnny!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha. thats because lisa's costumes was like some scary halloween mask thingy and a black robe, and melissa put it on and stood behind angela. then angela turned around and she went AHHHHHHHHHHHHH."&lt;br /&gt;-Van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA PROOF THAT IT WAS MELISSA'S FAULT:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Marian and I was washing the stuff in the toilet then we started playing with water and fighting. Then she was about to splash a whole lot of water at me or something and so I swung the palette to defend myself and Marian ended up karate-chopping the palette LOL. Therefore, Cynthia's palette got broken:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this other day where things started to get really dangerous. I was trying to cut out the boats from the cardboard using Nisha's penknife and since i have no experience with a penknife whatsoever, the whole blade got broken and flew to the ground=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, i THOUGHT that van was going to draw on the cardboard and I forgot i had the penknife in my hand and wanted to sstop her, ended up stabbing her on the forehead. I MEAN SERIOUSLY, I PRACTICALLY PUSHED THE ENTIRE BLADE ONTO HER HEAD. Luckily, it wasn't serious:D But i'm still sorry for it okayyyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-5874497763341266433?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5874497763341266433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=5874497763341266433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5874497763341266433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5874497763341266433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-feel-that-i-should-at-least-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-3237536454088856632</id><published>2008-03-17T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T23:50:59.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Hillary left for Italy a few days ago. I'm being such a nice person and takig down notes for her:D one period of english itself alrady took half a foolscap=.= WALAO I MISS HILLARY AND HER NONSENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS CHLOE AND HER CRETINO-IC BEHAVIOUR:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-3237536454088856632?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3237536454088856632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=3237536454088856632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/3237536454088856632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/3237536454088856632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/omggggggggggggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-2299040422126785600</id><published>2008-03-08T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:45:16.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realised something. I haven't been posting :D Some stuff has been happening lately: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;&lt;strong&gt;General Leadership 29th Feb&lt;/strong&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;We hiked 8 km. That's what they claim. But i think it's at least 10 km. Half way during the hike the signs said we passed 5 point something km already. The first part was OMG so fun:D Rochelle was SO HIGH. We sang with our horrible voices and greeted everyone we saw. So polite right? :D We were joking and laughing but it was so sad that we had to stop &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;because of SOME PEOPLE. &lt;/span&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;Ashley, Marian, Rochelle and I were standing at the back. hahaha. Damn fun man. :D Oh and Swee Ying was known as Ah Ma and Baoyi and Choonkhee were called husband and wife. LOL. Then there was this part where I got unlucky and had to walk beside Chris=.= If that's what his name is. &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;There was something about me guessing his school then it went on like this&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;Me: I realised something. &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;Chris: What?&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;Me: I realised that this conversation is pointless. &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;Chris: Oh ok. &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;Me: So i decided to do something&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;Chris: What did you decide to do?&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;Me: I decided not to talk to 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;LOLLLL. Then there was another conversation.&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;Rochelle: MY heart is like the ground (or somethig like that.) &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;Me: We're all stepping on it. So yourheart pain? &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;Rochelle: Yeah.&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;Me: Can i jump on the ground then? &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;Rochelle: (i think she gave me the dao face-.-) &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;Rochelle: Oh my heart hurts (sarcasm)&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;Me: Sorry i can't put myself in your shoes. I mean i really can put myself into your shoes becaue they're too small. &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;:D I'm so clever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok moving on, OM has been fun:D We have been having loads of free time because teachers have been sick so we decided to paint backdrops: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;The sillhouettes were a total disaster. LOL. I drew the boobs for the sillhouettes then van had to edit it and she thought it was hair so she replaced it with hair. LOL. and then me and marian decided to paint the hair. LOL. it looked like the sillhouettes has spiky boobs. hahaha.But then suddenly,i think on Thursday or Friday, she became so pro with the brush! :O The hair looks nice. But van edtied it and it looks nicer:D I complimented Marian Ng! &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 shall get back to the backdrop now: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;I thought of some people today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hillary:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rochelle :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marian:D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashley:D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choonkhee:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baoyi:D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WanYing:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chin Yen:D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda Ng:D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and &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 style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;em&gt;I miss chloe:(&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;after knowing you for so long i already expected everything you've said. Have you ever tried figuring out why i'd treat you the way i've been treating you? You never think you're at fault. I'm sick of this. sick of everything. It takes so much just to smile at you or even have a conversation with you. I've bottled everything in me long enough. I'll explode one day. it's already happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-2299040422126785600?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2299040422126785600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=2299040422126785600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/2299040422126785600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/2299040422126785600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-realised-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-2474938669448220899</id><published>2008-03-05T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:58:41.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CHLOE LOVES ME:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;AND. it means that i &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; you idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shall post more next time :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-2474938669448220899?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2474938669448220899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=2474938669448220899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/2474938669448220899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/2474938669448220899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/chloe-loves-med-chloe-says-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-8952052159756505404</id><published>2008-02-28T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:57:19.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;once again, i'm here to say: &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;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU CHLOE SHEMOLEY:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd like to take this time to thank Ashley, once again. Because if not for her, I'd flunked my history test:D Thank you for saying the treaty terms:D Although i didn't get as high or higher than you (you got full marks=.=) I'm still quite content so yeah. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-8952052159756505404?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8952052159756505404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=8952052159756505404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/8952052159756505404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE 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CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHLOE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;ILY! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-7536292833016931602?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7536292833016931602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=7536292833016931602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7536292833016931602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7536292833016931602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-chloe.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-7722646208479184066</id><published>2008-02-25T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:54:06.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world.&lt;br /&gt;This is the REAL angela if you haven't noticed:D The previous post below was by imposter khee:D But nevermind, since i'm such s nice person, i shan't delete it:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought new shoes. damn ex. Why did i buy? Because my previous one ripped my socks and my skin out. So it hurts like crap. My shoes are also kind of too small. Size 8 too small?! But the cutting IS small. it's like $90 bucks. total waste of money. I'm so dead, i still hate kong zi. Bye bye world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I read hillary's blog just now. I'm so touched:D Thanks Hillary&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-7722646208479184066?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7722646208479184066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=7722646208479184066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7722646208479184066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7722646208479184066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-world_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-8303265617834116680</id><published>2008-02-25T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:04:46.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sorry for not posting for such a long time. As you know, I'm lazy. How am I supposed to post when I'm too lazy to? Sheesh! Omg. I sound like Chloe. LOL. =.=&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 went to the Padang for the Youth Olympics. I dressed like a bimbo; I went all pimpin' in my shiny bling bling shoes. Heeheeeeeeeeeee just kidding. :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;Omg. Did I just went heeheeeeeee? I think I'm getting gayer by the minute. Don't you think so? Gosh, how does Cyn stand having a gay friend who goes heeheeeeeeeee each time? So sad right. :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;Oh oh! At Padang I was busy trying to blow this guy's hair cos I think he's super hot. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So fun. I was shaking my butt side to side while I clapped my hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was enjoying myself thoroughly until I found out that that stupid ah sou was taking a video of me. Hmph. &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 style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps, I think ChoonKhee is nice. In fact, I think everyone is nice cos I'm so un-nice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-8303265617834116680?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8303265617834116680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=8303265617834116680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/8303265617834116680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/8303265617834116680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6496342050622791792</id><published>2008-02-16T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T22:38:10.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;:O&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;see you idiot but you really made &lt;em&gt;my day&lt;/em&gt;. haha i'm happy now.&lt;/strong&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/8999852394021300449-6496342050622791792?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6496342050622791792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6496342050622791792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6496342050622791792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6496342050622791792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-chloe-says-see-you-idiot-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-7877595352055926982</id><published>2008-02-08T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:58:50.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE PHINEAS AND FERB&lt;3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because it's CNY, i shall type in red. So sad they don't have gold. Anyway, I wanted to say that and Chloe's JEALOUS because i said i love phineas and ferb on my pm:D tsk. She's all green now, instead of pink:D &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;Tag replies: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ashley&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#1. I find you kind of naggy. Like my sister. And my mom. Actually, i tihnk everyone in the world likes to nag at me. :D So, the end of the story is: you're naggy:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#2.  Whoever agrees with Chloe is an I.D.I.O.T :D Because she's one. and i'm not an asshole. or an idiot. or lame. or stupid. Just amazingly clever. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#3. Referring to my experience, i did not do anything that was funny. I was eating my rice/noodles and i looked at you. THe next thing i know, your noodles exploded:D &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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chloe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#1. I think you're deranged. I was never an idiot or asshole:D But i know you are. and forever will be!! i'm tlaking sense! Yay! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#2. why did you say haha yay for? OH I KNOW. Because ashley agreeed with you. But she's sick. LOVE SICK:D&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;XuanYu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#1. LOL. I never knew I was famous. and first you said "i rock" was a phrase then you say it's a sentence=.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#2. I'm posting? =.= &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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cynthia (loser:D)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#1. Lol. sheesh. you're not my honey. Marian is. or was. And i like sugar more than honey:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;#2. OMG you spammed me with 3 tags. LOL. not really considered spamming but still. Oh and my blog's not dead.:D Because you spammed it. ANd it will never be dead! Lol. =.= ok that was lame. &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;Lastly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY CNY! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;You never stopped caring about yourself, do you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-7877595352055926982?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7877595352055926982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=7877595352055926982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7877595352055926982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7877595352055926982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-phineas-and-ferb3-because-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-8403799365848522815</id><published>2008-02-05T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T22:27:45.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok i shall post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i would like to thank ashley and rochelle:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For i would not have gotten such good grades for science( i didn't study ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because they recited facts out so many times so i know the answers:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bet rochelle's fuming now. &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;oh and here's the stuff i wanted to post 2 weeks ago but forgot: i'm not planning to finish it:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HHF&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OMG, I LOVE LOVE LOVE HHF. SO FUNN.. WE OVERTOOK CLASSES:D SO PRO RIGHT. IT WAS PROBABLY BECAUSE OF MY VIBRANCE. LOL VIBRANT VANESSA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;EP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week EP was super fun. Actually for the first half or so, me and van were laughing like crazy. Why? No reason=.= Rochelle is HILLARIOUS. lol. HORNY HILLARY. anyway, i think we pissed her off in the end because we weren't focusing=.= But the other half was all emo-y and serious:D So many ideas, so little time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;P.E &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.e is quite fun because i think softball is retarded:D It's basically throwing and hitting at your own risk. Meaning, it's DANGEROUS:O especially when you play with Ashley:D I think. Anyway, we decided to form this triangle and our triangle was HUGE. I felt so sian so i didn't want to run. I can't run for nuts anyway=.= And i seem to be quite lucky when I run because somehow, the ball will fly to another dimension and people spend a long time trying to retreive it. So i end up scoring a point:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;OM, OM, YES OM.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OM meetings have been quite fun ir pepole don't get pissed with each other. :D Spontaneous was fun fun fun. Angela ho is cool:D Went shopping for props and costumes but we ended up buying only a pair of pants for me which accrodinng to some, isn't very nice looking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;3phineas&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bow, chicka, bow-wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what my baby says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mow, mow, mow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart starts pumpin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicka, chicka, chew-op&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitchi-gitchi-goo means that I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow, chicka, bow-wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what my baby says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mow, mow, mow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart starts pumpin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicka, chicka, chew-op&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitchi-gitchi-goo means that I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitchi-gitchi-goo means that I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitchi-gitchi-goo means that I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby (baby, baby, baby, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitchi-gitchi-goo means that I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-8403799365848522815?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8403799365848522815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=8403799365848522815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/8403799365848522815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/8403799365848522815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-i-shall-post-i-would-like-to-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-4205712026707143914</id><published>2008-01-19T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:02:45.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Don't be a fool, everyone's two-faced. Including me and you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff happened on Friday but I found them mostly fun. Assembly was just talking to ah sou and thinking of ways and means to make her shorter. I feel so mean, but i wouldn't be able to imagine ah sou being as tall as me. It'll be a MIRACLE :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that was stoning science time with Mrs. Tan because our class are called sponges=.= EXCITING NEWS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO ASHLEY LEE ON BEING APPOINTED AS THE N.E REP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nice. I bet loads of people out there forgot about this &lt;s&gt;in&lt;/s&gt;significant role. Anyway, Mrs. Tan got so pissed with us because no one was responding her and she walked out of the classroom. Can't blame her really. Because I still find our classs somewhat UNunited. (I might be offfending people here so please admire my courage) Recess was just the usual, eating with clique and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two periods were spent on OM. MRS. YAP WASN'T HERE AGAIN. The whole class got damn pissed. I was quite pissed too because we stayed at Rochelle's house till 9 and Rochelle had to stay up till 12+ to finish the script. Went to see Miranda Ng and got back to class. This was when things started to get complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite surprised that I didn't see some people posting about today. I mean, even if they did, I wouldn't mind because if THAT happened to another group, I would be just as kaypoh. I WOULD LIKE TO SAY SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIAN NG, ALTHOUGH YOU'RE PROBABLY THE SHORTEST IN OUR GROUP (I OUTGREW YOU:D) I LIKE IT THAT YOU DIDN'T ____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i didn't have a reason to __. But i did anyway. I think it was some unleashing the sadness in me or something. Oh and sorry to some people if you think i'm making a joke out of this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking out of school with Marian and ah sou is SUPER FUNNY. I don't know what really happened but it mostly got to do with how much they idolise me so i don't care:D BEFORE I FORGET, GUYS OUT THERE WHO MIGHT WANT TO DATE ASHLEY, DO NOT SIT OPPOSITE HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she&lt;br /&gt;1. opens her mouth and&lt;br /&gt;2. spits a bit of her noodles out&lt;br /&gt;3. sucks the noodles back&lt;br /&gt;4. everyone starts to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly here is clearly a victim and ashley on the other hand blames ME, her IDOL on making her laugh, when I 1. don't recall anything going on then and 2. doing or even saying anything. Sheeesh. I feel sooo, i don't know the word to describe this so i'm not going to say it:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't typed such a long post in a while. Bye:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whatever already, stop making me do things i don't want. you'll probably think i'm two-faced but i don't care because EVERYONE is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-4205712026707143914?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4205712026707143914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=4205712026707143914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4205712026707143914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4205712026707143914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-be-fool-everyones-two-faced.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-1317282493650606053</id><published>2008-01-18T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:39:11.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry, but i think I really need to comment on life now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and profanties will be in this post.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;But i'll probably hide it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm nice:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-1317282493650606053?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1317282493650606053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=1317282493650606053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1317282493650606053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1317282493650606053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2008/01/sorry-but-i-think-i-really-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-9088814593355220173</id><published>2008-01-15T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:14:36.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FIRST THINGS FIRST &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 DO NOT LOVE KYLE PATRICK WHATSOEVER. &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 LOVE MYSELF. :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;AND I AM 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;WHY? &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;BECAUSE LOADS OF IDIOTS TOLD ME TO GO ONLINE &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;GUESS WHAT?&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;THEY'RE NOT ONLINE THEMSELVES.&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;ONE SUPER GOOD EXAMPLE IS:&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;C.Y.N.T.H.I.A T.A.N&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;ok, i shall go offline now because i don't have anyone to ask what the second word for our vocab homework 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;AND I GOT 3/10 FOR CHEMICAL FORMULA TEST TODAY. &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;SO I HAVE TO COPY OUT THE TABLE.&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;YOU MUST BE WONDERING, "SO?"&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 LOST MY PIECE OF PAPER. &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;OH WELL. &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 LEARNT THAT HYPERVENTILATING ISN'T GOOD&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 LEARNT THAT FROM ASHLEY :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;SHALL NOT POST ANYMORE BECAUSE I'M WATCHING THIS SUPER FUNNY SHOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-9088814593355220173?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-4423540711733014626</id><published>2008-01-15T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:46:01.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I FREAKING LOVE LOVE LOVE CYNTHIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I THINK KYLE IS HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I LIKE SOMEONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angela!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-4423540711733014626?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6738605157331115424</id><published>2008-01-13T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T12:17:06.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i posted at van's house. yay!&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/8999852394021300449-6738605157331115424?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6738605157331115424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY PHONE BROKE DOWN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm hyperventilating right now and you people probably don't give a damn. Oh well. Anyway, this was what happened. I pressed the button which you would if you want to turn it on, and then the whole thing had this colourful and quite pretty patterns. Then i flipped the screen here and there and the patterns change. OMG right? Then i got pissed and so i just turned it off. =.= &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 told my mom and she didn't get mad, surprisingly. &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;Me: mommy, why when my phone spoilt you don't care? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mommy: Because your phone already don't know like what, tell you change also don't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sister: -cuts in-( i can;t be bothered to type what she said because she's UNIMPORtANT :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;Oh yeah, loads of funny things happened on the days i didn't post but i forgot=.= OHOH! TAIWAN UPDATE:O I can't remember the details so i shall just say a few funny things that happened, i can't remember all of them=.= &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;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;LUGGAGE KEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My sister &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOST THE LUGGAGE KEY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;Guess whose clothes were in the same luggage? &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;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M.I.N.E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At first, when she told me, I didn't believe her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sister: OMG, angela, i lost the luggage key. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: =.= don't act lah, you can't act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sister: No really! I realyl lost it! (searches for key)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(slight pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: (starts to believe her) ok fine, whrer did you keep 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;LOL. She really looked damn fake and it isnt my fault ok. So yeah, we sent for people to break the lock. THe next day, Our luggage opened when the bus boy was uploading it into the bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AN UNDERWEAR FLEW OUT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;PINK WITH CARTOON BEES ON IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;MOST IMPORTANTLY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;IT WASN'T MINE:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So me, being the nice person, picked the underwear up and stuffed it into the luggage. :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;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day ???? :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCKY MOUNTAIN RIDE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wanted to hurl because the ride was really really horrible. So it was really difficult to fall asleep and when &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ALMOST FELL ASLEEP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my sister woke me up and said, "Do you still want to listen to music?" &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;finally, I was dozing off and then&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I FELT HAIR IN MY MOUTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;LONG, LONG HAIR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;REEKED OF SMELLY SHAMPOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;GUESS WHOSE HAIR IT WAS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;MY IDIOTIC SISTER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So yeah, i can't sleep. AGAIN. FINALLY, AGAIN, I FELL ASLEEP. but it was only for a few minutes. the drive drove so damn fast, and we were on a mountain? so he drove over this BIG BIG BUMP. that caused me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;knock the corner of my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;what luck. But the mountain was nice:D We climbed down instead of up: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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day ?????: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SICK, SICK BROTHER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me and my daddy were waiting for my sister and mom to appear in front of us so we were standing in the middle of a street. Then I caught my brother doing this: &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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HE WAS LOOKING AT MY FATHER'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;boobs&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I STARED AT HIM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;IT WAS SOOO FUNNY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;HE CAUGHT ME STARING AT HIM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I LAUGHED, HE SMILED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: EEyer, you go stare at daddy's boobs for what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eugene: I never! I was just looking at something hor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: yah lah, his boobs lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eugene: You dont'; talk cock hor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: Daddy, jsut now eugene waas loooking at your neh neh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eugene: I NEVER HOR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daddy: (stares at brother) ni zhen de you bing ah ni. (slight whack on his face-no pain inflicted-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: You got hor. sicko. daddy, remember last time in korea he went to bite your boobs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eugene: I NEVER OK, THAT WAS HIS JACKET.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&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/8999852394021300449-5715796360900332954?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5715796360900332954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=5715796360900332954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5715796360900332954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5715796360900332954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-phone-broke-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-4862433276905002536</id><published>2007-12-19T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:26:50.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I NEED TO SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BADLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why can't i just pop into a toilet and let out my bowels and make the whole place stink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE THE TOILETS ARE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OCCUPIED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate lots of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRUITS &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DIDN'T SHIT YESTERDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happen to have to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHIT EVERYDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, you're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UNHEALTHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONSTIPATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's SHITTING RIGHT NOW IN THE TOILET AND SHE HAS BEEEN DOING THAT FOR THE PAST &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;30 MINUTES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother just flushed the other toilet's toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW ANNOYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON'T SHIT THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i SHIT IN THE TOILET WHICH MY SISTER IS IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I neeed &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DIAPERS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; can't fit&lt;/span&gt; into baby ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll wear &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ADULT ONES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they don't have cute little pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my sister doesn't come out in 5 minutes, i'm going to scream and kick the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S cherish your time you have with the toilet bowl. That's what I learnt from Ah Sou. She learnt to cherish her computer and I've learnt to cherish the toilet bowl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-4862433276905002536?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4862433276905002536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=4862433276905002536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4862433276905002536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4862433276905002536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-need-to-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-2435453557904346650</id><published>2007-12-18T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:48:39.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised that I haven't been posting for quite a while :D So I shall be nice and post. I think I shall tell you people more about how i spent my life in Taiwan=.= Although it was only 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day: We went to the airport and checked in and stuff. My daddy needed to bomb some country (meaning= SHIT) so we went through the gate first, where some people scan your stuff and you have to walk through a portal. So yeah after i got in, I was standing near the metal bar, and guess who i saw? RAINIE YANG. LOL. she was wearing these HUGE sunglasses that practically covered her entire face. But she wasn't that tall leh. I'm almost her height :D ok lah, =.= I shall be good and not lie. Well, i don't think she was as tall as ah sou. That's all i know. she was wearing: a grey sweater, Demin three quarter pants, sneakers and HUGE sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, my daddy came and he told us about her. He said she was flat and was criticising her. tsk. Anyway, because we came in a family, we got this yellow pass, meaning that we could board the plane first. When i was queueing to board the plane, I saw someone. My sister tapped on my shoulder and i saw MR. RICHARD. ARMSTRONG. And i didn't react very nicely. the moment i saw him, i JUMPED AND PUT MY HAND TO MY CHEST, SAYING "OH MY GOD" omg lah. I turned very quickly back and boarded the plane too. When i was sitting down, me and my sister were freaking out about him. And i saw him on the plane. HE WAS TAKING THE SAME FLIGHT AS ME. Back to the point, he was sitting only a FEW ROWS IN FRONT OF ME. Luckily, I was sitting behind him and I boarded the plane so he didn't see me :D I didn't even dare go to the toilet too. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane, I watch movies and stuff, nothing much actually. The food they served was nice too though, although I thought the cheesecake was disgusting. Around 8, we boarded the tour bus and went to this Night Market. The food there was quite nice. It was drizzling too. The weather wasn't cold, you just nice a jacket and you're done. It's quite nice actually, the temperature's jsut right. Anyway, daddy kept saying "waht you want ot eat. faster tell lah, no time already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We have just started walking&lt;br /&gt;2.We were right in the middle of the road, so we couldn't even see what the stores were selling 3.We were alien to that place&lt;br /&gt;4.We didn't know how to read the words because they were fan ti zi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah,  ate some fried/sweet/oily aka UNHEALTHY food and went to the hotel. It was nice and big but we didn't stay in TaiPei though. Played Taidi with my sister and daddy, aftterwhich we went to sleep because we had to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall just upload the first day events because I can't remember where we went on the second day=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-2435453557904346650?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2435453557904346650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=2435453557904346650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/2435453557904346650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/2435453557904346650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-realised-that-i-havent-been-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-669385636811162773</id><published>2007-12-03T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:37:00.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I received a Christmas present already. I opened it because my sister opened hers. =.= Copycat, i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It turns out it was for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;EIGHT YEAR OLDS AND ABOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just turned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRTEEN.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'m the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SAME AGE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SON.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do I look like an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;EIGHT-YEAR OLD?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;other than that,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THANKS.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm still nice ok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN BLOW BUBBLES WITH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MY TOOTHPASTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cool huh? I discovered it not long ago, obviously when i was brushing my teeth. it was the coolest thing ever. Well, so far :D I was like spitting out toothpaste when suddenly, I blew a bubble. I blew bigger and bigger, and it burst. You wouldn't want that to happen though. Some of the toothpaste got into my eyes. Anyway, after my fascinating discovery, i continued brushing my teeth day after day and I still managed to blow bubbles! Ok, end of story=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M FLYING TO TAIWAN TOMORROW!&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;Yours truly is going to fly over to Taiwan tomorrow. Not really that excited because my father warned me about how boring it might be because we're not going to any theme parks, just scenery. At least there would be good food. I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-669385636811162773?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/669385636811162773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=669385636811162773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/669385636811162773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/669385636811162773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-received-christmas-present-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-5066657237958979993</id><published>2007-11-29T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:17:41.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'M A MURDERER :O &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I killed a fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Using a wallet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Smashed it against my laptop screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now its dead body's there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;smashed and all smeared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It looks like brown goo actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok, enough of the stupid fly who died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I need to declare something.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY ANTI-ANT AND FLY NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-5066657237958979993?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5066657237958979993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=5066657237958979993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5066657237958979993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5066657237958979993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-murderer-o-i-killed-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-2398248825962195570</id><published>2007-11-28T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:31:04.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I'm a really really nice person, i shall talk about Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/R02NEwPFUlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t9-jzci9cO4/s1600-h/ronaldo-pinup-poster-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137917862706762322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/R02NEwPFUlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t9-jzci9cO4/s320/ronaldo-pinup-poster-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Finally, a decent photo of Cristiano Ronaldo smiling for the camera)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro, better known as Cristiano Ronaldo, was born on the 5th of Febuary 1985. Standing at a height of 1.84 cm and weighing 78 kilos, the 22 year-old Portugese football player has been considered as one of the most talent soccer player of all times. Also being a professional left/right winger, Cristiano Ronaldo managed to score not 10 but 17 goals last season, earning his rightful title as star footballer of Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know there isn't any link between the sentences, but those are just some GOOD facts about Ronaldo that i know, except that i was too lazy to number them or anything :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done. I took a really really LONG time kay. Thank me for this, Ashley :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S OMG, cynthia's supposed to call me ok, i miss her :( I'm finally allowed on the phone and she doesn't call me. hmph. Hope I'll still be allowed on the phone when she calls me :D leaving for Taiwan soon! 3rd Dec! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-2398248825962195570?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2398248825962195570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=2398248825962195570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/2398248825962195570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/2398248825962195570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/because-im-really-really-nice-person-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/R02NEwPFUlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t9-jzci9cO4/s72-c/ronaldo-pinup-poster-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-4892641400998892446</id><published>2007-11-27T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:39:11.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Interesting conversation :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;please&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG my back hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;please&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;please&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;please&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;CHLOE DOTTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;please&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;idiotttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;please&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;DOTTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;please&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;please&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU DOTTEDI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;please&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE YO DID THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;haha angela you make me laugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-4892641400998892446?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4892641400998892446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=4892641400998892446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4892641400998892446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4892641400998892446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/interesting-conversation-chloe-says-erm.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-5779676817959296482</id><published>2007-11-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:00:20.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO. IT'S OFFICIALLY THE END OF MY BIRTHDAY:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M THIRTEEN AND 1 DAY OLD NOW :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK BYE BYE, I'M RUNNING A TEMPERATURE AND I CUT MY HAIR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-5779676817959296482?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5779676817959296482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=5779676817959296482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5779676817959296482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5779676817959296482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6304600885604066144</id><published>2007-11-23T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:05:01.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY IS THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-6304600885604066144?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6304600885604066144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6304600885604066144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6304600885604066144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6304600885604066144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-is-most-important-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-1466925999582988147</id><published>2007-11-18T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:50:24.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DOES AT LEAST ONE STRAND OF HAIR DROP OUT OF YOUR SCALP?&lt;/span&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;That's the bet i made with CHLOE BATCHELOR.   &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 style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAD AN ANT IN MY MILK.&lt;/span&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;Stupid ant in my milk. It was crawling and crawling around my cup as if it was waiting for it's time to come. Once in a while, it'd stop by and drink some of my milk. I felt utterly disgusted. Imagine! An ant crawling in your cup and drinking your milk. I tolerated the little multi-legged creature and let it go away by itself. I think it drowned in my milk in the end, maybe. Anyway, i was telling chloe about my ant-milk problem and look at this interesting convo. &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;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;YOUR CASE OF INSANITY AND ECOISTICITY IS REALLY GETTING OUT OF HAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;I RECOMMEND YOU TO GO SEE DR YONG OF THE PRIVATE CHILDREN'S CLINIC AT KK HOSPITAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;LIKE RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;WOAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU EVEN KNOW THE DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE, GO THERE FREQUENTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;UH HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS MY DOCTOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;NO WONDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;I THINK YOU SHOULD GO BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;AND MY SISTERS' TOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;SO THAT MR YONG WOULD BE AN "IS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOU'RE HAVING PROBLEMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;WITH YOUR INSANITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;hey i only went there cos i had bronchitis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;and its MS YONG?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I RECOMMEND YOU TO GO SEE DR YONG OF THE PRIVATE CHILDREN'S CLINIC AT KK HOSPITAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;you put dr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;get my drift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;where's ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;at my age i'm not likely to be examined by a male doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;sheesh sometimes i wonder if there's really anything up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;puberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;up where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;tell meee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;THERE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;as in YOUR HEAD?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;okay. my suspicions are now confirmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i kne that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;you are officially an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;you said that loads of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;the ant is digusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;CRAWLING ALL OVER MY MILK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;I HATEIT ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah well i need to emphasize on your idiocy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;and just ignore the ANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;it's probably more scared of you than you are of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;AM I SUPPOSED TO DRINK IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kiss ass. says:&lt;br /&gt;EW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;chloe says:&lt;br /&gt;IT CURES IDIOCY.&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;=.= Nice of her huh. Anyway, i shall tell you what i did today. I wasted my time as usual and decided to draw because i was so bored. I drew the cover page of "twilight" I think it ;looks distorted=.= I saw this quiz on kaizhen's blog and i decided to do it because it's so cool. It runs in alphabetical order: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;Name people you know from A - Z &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A – Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;B – Bao Yi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;C - Chloe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D - Diane (I don't even talk to her now-.-)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E - Eugene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;F - Florence (Mommy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;G - Grace Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;H - Hillary (she created the Eff society)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I - NIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;J – Julvian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K - Kai Zhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;L - Lee Chien Wen :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;M - Marian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N - Nisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O - Odelia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P - Ping En&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q - NIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;R - Ronaldo(For the benefit of ashley lee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;S – Si Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T - Teo Chin Yen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;U - NIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;V – Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;W - Wan Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;X – NIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y – Yun Lu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Z – NIL&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. What does A sms you about? (Ashley) About her BRILLIANT PLAN &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. How many siblings does B have? (BaoYi) None &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.What is C's nickname? (Chloe) Oh tons. CBuBu, Chickenator, chicken, loser :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;4. How do you get to know D? (Diane)School bus in primary school but were in the same class in P3 &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. How despo is E? (Eugene)Nah, just gay. &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. How much is F older/younger then you? (Florence-mommy)Much older but i can't reveal it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;because she'll probably kill me:(&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;7. Name of G's best friend? (Grace)Not exactly sure. Is it Man shin?&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;8. Does H knows I? (Hillary &amp;amp;  NIL)Definitely not. -.-&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;9. What happens if J becomes your enemy? (Julvian)I hope it won't happen but she'll probably kill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me :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;10.Under what conditions will K &amp;amp; L get married? (Kai Zhen and Lee Chien Wen)If they even know each other. &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;11. How many ppl do you know with M's initial? (Marian) MNSL. Nope, no one at all&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;12. Do you enjoy talking on the phone with N? (Nishal)Erm, we dont really talk on the phone? And she last called me about the outing i think. &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;13. Do you think O knows P? (Odelia and Ping En)Of course. They have been in the same class for one year&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;14. How geeky is Q? (NIL)&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;15. Is R very popular? (Ronaldo) YES=.= &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;16. What happens if S likes you? (Si  Hui)Well, she already lvoes me. everybody does: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;17. Is T a very random person? (Teo Chin Yen)No idea. Haven't been talkng to her for a long time now&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;18. How are U and V related? (NIL and Vanessa)She can write a big NIL on some forms: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;19. Do you take W as anything else other than a friend? (Wan Ying)Yep. Ah Gaik. LOL. &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;20. When is the last time you met up with X? (NIL)&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;21. Are Y &amp;amp; Z enemies? (Yun Lu and NIL)&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;22. Of everyone from A - Z, who do you love the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, technically, i'm pretty much ok with everyone i guess: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;23. Will you betray any of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't think so. &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;24. Have you confessed to anyone from A - Z?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YES. I admited to my mom that i didnt do my homework or learn my chengyu:(&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;Self-created Questions: &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. What will A do if she sees R jump off a building? (Ashley and Ronaldo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A will shout "NOOOOOOO! You jump, I jump!" and then jump after R :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;2. Does C like anybody? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Definitely. in fact she loves someone. Yours truly. &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. If B and K is drowning, who will T save first? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No idea. Probably B because she doesn't know K. &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. If M says she likes N, will N reject M?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Definitely. Although Marian may not seem striaght, Nisha definitely is. &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. Who (E and G) is more likely to stick two pencils up their nose? (Eugene and Grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grace is one of the smartest person i know so definitely not. There's a very high chance for E to do that though. So i'll go with E. &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;Ok, i'm tired of thinking of new questions so yeah. bye bye: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;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG THERE'S AN ANT CRAWLING ON MY SCREEN.&lt;/span&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 bet it's the same ant from my milk. It either survived or went through reincarnation after drowning. Die ant die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-1466925999582988147?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1466925999582988147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=1466925999582988147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1466925999582988147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1466925999582988147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/does-at-least-one-strand-of-hair-drop.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-2176494524508483195</id><published>2007-11-16T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:22:41.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello:D I have been bored these few days. Being cooped at home and all. I finished the Twilight series! Someone congratulate me please. Well, i have to say it's all quite nice. I've been getting hell from my mama because i don't do my homework or learn my freaking chengyu. This realyl sucks. hmph. Don't feel like posting anymore, Bye bye:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-2176494524508483195?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2176494524508483195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=2176494524508483195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/2176494524508483195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/2176494524508483195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/hellod-i-have-been-bored-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-7357420895269765523</id><published>2007-11-11T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:13:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ooSaturday: 10th November 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to compass point because Metro had a 20% storewide discount. I don't think we even bought anything but it was quite fun. I tricked my brother into looking at bras:D IT was so fun!! Ok fine, over reaction. Anyway, i walked off to Converse and 77th Street to find nice wallets but i didn't dare to go in so i told him to go if he dared. He said that he'd only dare to go in if i go. Why? Because i'd be the one listening to shop assistants nagging and answering all the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back with the drinks we bought and met up with my sister and mommy. When we were walking to the MRT, my sister said she wanted to buy bread. As my brother was being bratty again, he insisted on going home. So lalala, i had to go home with him while they went off to buy bread&gt;:( But i didn't mind actually=.= So yeah, end of another day. Had tuition and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today: 11th November 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Spent the day as usual and went out to OG at chinatown with my sister and mommy. Well, we spent quite a time at the lingerie department=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, things you hear in a bra shop fitting room is really amusing. I don't know but there seemed to be two girls in one iftting room or somethnig and i kept hearing them making sounds. It was rather distracting, i have to admit, but also hilarious at the same time. I was hearing words like, "ouch", "too low" "too big" "put higher lah" giggles and stuff. DAMN FUNNY LOR. ok fine, so after that went to the shoe department and my mommy bought new slippers. She also insisted that i go choose a pair because mine isn't in a very good state. I didn't bother to because i was sick so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we proceeded to other departments. I bought a swimming costume:O I tihnk it's for kiddies and i also took XL. It was quite loose but i can't be bothered, although i know that if i ever jump into a pool, it'd just fly up. Anyway, i also bought a new pair of ripples slippers=.= I wasn't exactly thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story: My sister wanted to buy ripples slippers but my mommy didn't look too approving. So, she dragged me along and showed it to me. She was like, "Nice right?" I wa slike, "ok lar. But the brown one nicer" =.= BIG mistake. Well, the slippers were quite pretty i'd to admit but my mommy obviously didn't apporve i think. Back to where i was, my sister thought that it'd be easier for her to convince mommy if I actually found slippers that i liked, that were also simliar to hers as my mom had been bugging me to buy new slippers=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she dragged mommy there and spent 15 minutes persuading. haha. Oh yeah! Something funny happened, while i was looking for swimming costumes, there was this girl, around 5-8 yeas old, was holding up an adult's bikini and telling her poor dad that she wanted that one. Hopefully, she said"Eh, this one i can wear! I want to buy. It's my size! Size S" Obviously it was oversized for her. She thought she could wear it because the hanger was about her size. Her fathr responded, smiling "Cannot wear lar, You still have a LONG way to go. Put it back." haha. Well, she was quite stubborn so she took a M sized. LOL. And continued persuading her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and didn't feel like going online at all. So i finally realised that i had to be more responsible and not leave all the planning for the next trip out to chloe. well, bye bye. Didn't even want to go online anyway:( Stupid sickness of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-7357420895269765523?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7357420895269765523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=7357420895269765523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7357420895269765523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7357420895269765523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/saturday-10th-november-2007-but-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6425976219472372128</id><published>2007-11-09T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:40:55.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday: 8th November&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepavali today(however you spell it) So yeah. I didn't get to sleep last night. I slept for three hours at most. I think i'm anaemic:O I was tired because i'm sick so i went to bed early, at 10.30. Guess when i finally fell asleep? After my sister came into the room at 1 a.m Pffffffft. I was so damn pissed. I woke up at around 3 or 4 and dozed off for about an hour or so and woke up at 5. I sstayed in my stinking room, staring at the stinking ceiling for 2 hours before I finally realise that there was no way i could sleep anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out of the room and my mom was there reading newspapers. Ate breakfast and lied on the sofa. I had really really bad panda eyes. I lied there, waiting for my eyelids to feel heavier. Finally, at 8, i was almost going to doze off. ALMOST. and my stupid brother, he demanded that i go elsewhere so he can eat. I don't see the connection at all. I ignored him. And he was being super bratty, knocking the dustbin so that i'd move away. Fat hope my dear brother. I ignored him until my sister came out and complained to her:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Devil Wear Prada again=.= After that, I played gamecube with my brother. quite fun lah. But then I very long never play that's why so noob=.= headed off for lunch and went to east coast to cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling was also quite interesting. There was a lot of breeze:D But it was super humid and the feeling was disgusting. My ass hurt a lot ok. But there were a lot of  people and i didn't really like it. I also caused a around 9 years old boy to fall=.= Why? Because there was this can't be bothered how old guy, dashed into my lane then i had to swerve to my left. I realised that I was going to collide with this girl and I braked. So, the around 9 year old guy stopped for i don't know what reason but i think he thought something happened and stoped too. As he was roller blading too fast, he fell on his butt. I think i must have hurt a lot. Whatever lar. The day was rather eventful i guess and i slept early:D Sick-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-6425976219472372128?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6425976219472372128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6425976219472372128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6425976219472372128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6425976219472372128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursday-8th-november-deepavali.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-681194713679592463</id><published>2007-11-06T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:17:42.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People! Blog things are all WRONG WRONG WRONG. IT's a BIG mistake. Show you an exmaple: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Super Ego&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouidegoorsuperegoquiz/superego.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some people may think first and act later... you often don't act at all.&lt;br /&gt;You rather be safe than sorry, and you take ethics pretty seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone, you have some pretty crazy desires. But unlike everyone, you restrain yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You have high standards for your own behavior. And you happily exceed them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouidegoorsuperegoquiz/"&gt;Are You Id, Ego, or Superego?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, hello? This is such a stupid mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there is some truth to it though. One example: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your friends need you most when: They need good advice or an intelligent opinion" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/outcome.php/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-681194713679592463?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/681194713679592463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=681194713679592463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/681194713679592463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/681194713679592463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/people-blog-things-are-all-wrong-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-1232554622425768051</id><published>2007-11-05T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:14:49.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gosh, I'm addicted to the book "Twilight". Stupid. Both Si Hui and Ashley highly recommended it lar please. And i bought it. I finished reading it too. Great storyline, great plot, great everything. I also heard that the movie would be out soon. Well, they should. But don't make a mess of it. When the movie comes out, every single cinema would be full man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, it was supposed to be released in 2008, next year. For some unknown reason, it's been pushed back. Damn. 2010. Well, supposedly. I really hope that information is wrong so i can watch it. And if it's in 2010, i'd be damn pissed. Because it would be our O levels year=.= Woah, this post was mainly for me to rant at how obsessed i am=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw my sister play this &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/perthnow/story/0,21598,22641954-5005375,00.html/"&gt;game&lt;/a&gt; and it seemed fun. My highest score is only a pathetic 16. You have to throw consecutively in order to score though. so yeah, bye:D I need papayas! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-1232554622425768051?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1232554622425768051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=1232554622425768051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1232554622425768051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1232554622425768051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-gosh-im-addicted-to-book-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-9191060818893812348</id><published>2007-11-05T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:21:07.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was another aimless day at home=.=&lt;br /&gt;But it was ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;woke up watched the recording of "The Devil Wears Prada"&lt;br /&gt;I was quite ok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;But the storyline was quite common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone joins or does something new.&lt;br /&gt;People don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;Broken relationship.&lt;br /&gt;thinks over.&lt;br /&gt;Happy ending. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm contradicting myself=.=&lt;br /&gt;Although the storyline was common,&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing was different.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i have no idea as to what the hell i'm talking about noW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat a single papaya today!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Congratulate me someone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored to tears.&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a decent design.&lt;br /&gt;Shall try my luck again:D&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, today's dinner was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-9191060818893812348?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9191060818893812348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back!&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my butt&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't like the feeling of a lump of shit making its way out of my ass&lt;br /&gt;But still.&lt;br /&gt;My ass is cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been shitting quite a lot these days.&lt;br /&gt;Must be due to the papayas i eat.&lt;br /&gt;I think papayas are really cool you know.&lt;br /&gt;Much cooler than bananas.&lt;br /&gt;They're all colourful on the outside&lt;br /&gt;And they're orange on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;That's so interesting isn't it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives loads of fibre too you know.&lt;br /&gt;Makes you shit more.&lt;br /&gt;I shall eat one right now.&lt;br /&gt;bye again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-7306033836948377289?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7306033836948377289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=7306033836948377289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7306033836948377289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7306033836948377289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back-i-cleaned-my-butt-but-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-5501409396745741090</id><published>2007-11-04T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:50:23.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WAS wearing a black shirt.&lt;br /&gt;It was old and smelly:(&lt;br /&gt;Actually i just bought it 3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;it's baleno.&lt;br /&gt;But it WAS smelly.&lt;br /&gt;I wore it for more than 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;And i slept in it too.&lt;br /&gt;Off it went.&lt;br /&gt;To the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; shirt now.&lt;br /&gt;The one which i wore previously:D&lt;br /&gt;I really like it.&lt;br /&gt;Although it's just a house T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing it along with my favourite black shorts too.&lt;br /&gt;Whee~&lt;br /&gt;My favourite set of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to shit.&lt;br /&gt;Really badly.&lt;br /&gt;But CONTROL.&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA CONTROL CONTROL CONTROL.&lt;br /&gt;OMOGOMGOMGMO. I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to shit now.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-5501409396745741090?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5501409396745741090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=5501409396745741090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5501409396745741090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5501409396745741090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-wearing-black-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-4387906313843265984</id><published>2007-11-03T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:33:47.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw this rather fun quiz at &lt;a href="http://unfallentears-.blogspot.com/"&gt;kaizhen's&lt;/a&gt; blog. I think it's quite cool atually. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Sleep with a stuffed animal.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Eat sugary cereal for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Watch Saturday and Sunday morning cartoons. -It depends actually. But the cartoons are quite interesting what:D&lt;br /&gt;[x] Afraid of the dark. -Sadly, kinda. All thanks to watching Resident Evil&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Love the color pink.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Never get in fights with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Think ice cream for lunch is perfectly reasonable. -um, no objections?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hug often. -I find this perfectly normal=.= You HAVE to express your love in some way.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cry about stupid things. -I stare at the sky and end up crying=.= More of tearing actually.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Use the "puppy eyes" on your parents.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have a goldfish as a pet. -I killed it when i ws only in K1 or K2 I brought it home and used the straw to poke it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wear slippers. -No idiot wears shoes here.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Are attracted to shiny objects. -I think shiny stuff are quite pretty:D&lt;br /&gt;[x] Think happy faces are cute. -DUH. that isn't a reason or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Sometimes answer the phone by saying, "Yellow?"&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Shower less than three times a week.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes take bubble baths. -It's damn fun and i yearn to do it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Think it is fun to catch bugs. -I catch butterflies:D Especailly when i was in primry 3. None of my family member know about this. so shh.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Know how to take the stinger out of a bee.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Use a lifejacket when you go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Make daisy necklaces/bracelets when you go to the park.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Love the game 'Scissors, Paper, Stone'.  -I rock at this game. And it's quck and fun. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Listen to Britney Spears and N*Sync.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Watch Spongebob Squarepants. -It's COOL. And nice. But they shouldn't keep repeating the same episodes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dream about going to amusement parks. -they're damn fun man. I love roller coasters. &lt;br /&gt;[x] When im bored, I like these surveys. -That's kinda of the reason why i'm donig this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 9&lt;br /&gt;Now count up all your x's and multiply it by 5.&lt;br /&gt;The answer determines how childish you are. Total: 14 x 5 = 70%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. =.= 70% is pathetic. i'm not immature. Don't believe ask Ah Sou:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving onto funnier things and more factful things, I had tuition yesterday:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd November; Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for tuition class and so i was rushing like hell. When I finally reached the lift, I took a deep breath and crossed my arms. Just as the lift door was closing, some guy stopped it and it opened again. Just as he stepped in, I exhaled really heavily. Then he got damn scared or something and apologised. He stood beside me and was gripping onto his pants and kept throwing glances at me. It was damn funny lar. I played along and kept looking up and grit my teeth in an awkward position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the trip up, he was so..=.= scared. I didn't know I could be so intimidating. haha. But i think he was older than me leh, seeing that he's about 10cm taller than me. When we reached the fourth floor, I was like waiting for him to go out and he was waiting for me to go out=.= Wa lao. I was standing near the buttons so obviously i had to hold the lift door open for him right? =.= THen he rushed out. He HAD to block my way. He looked back you know, and i was exhaling again. LOL. You should've seen that look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went into the centre, i peeked into my classroom and saw primary school students=.= So i stood there like an idiot. THen there was this woman science ah? classroom C. Damn annoying lar. Then i queued up for the reception. and found out that i was supposed to go to classroom C=.= So yeah, Mr Fu wasn't here and some guy taught us. It was damn boring because all we had to do was copy answers. We finished the lesson at 9.30=.= Stoned for 20 minutes before managing to go home early:D Feeldamn sian now. bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-4387906313843265984?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4387906313843265984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=4387906313843265984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4387906313843265984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4387906313843265984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-saw-this-rather-fun-quiz-at-kaizhens.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-8517536225874140918</id><published>2007-11-02T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:31:39.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm wearing a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shirt today &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's what i wore yesterday &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to change &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/8999852394021300449-8517536225874140918?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8517536225874140918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=8517536225874140918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/8517536225874140918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/8517536225874140918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-wearing-green-shirt-today-d-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-1546252589440283136</id><published>2007-11-01T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:31:04.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, three days and i'm not even done with all my dedications. Ok, more to come along the way so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Chew: Although I'm not close to you but still, thanks for talking to me during cathecism class at church, for keeping me company and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiHui: lol. You'll probably never this anyway. But still. Thanks for being my friend in tuition class, for making lessons seem so fun, for sending nice songs to me, for introducing new things to me, for letting me copy some fo your answers (you copied some of mine too), Thanks man, thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaizhen: erm, well, you're 2 years older than me=.= I find you damn mature, when i compare you to my sister of course. Well er thanks for like, -.- SHIT. i don't know waht to do. Well, thanks for um, letting me talk some rubbish to you, for letting me let out all of the nonsense within. thanks:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers: I really thank you for imparting your knowledge to all of us, I can definitely say you guys rock:D I didn't understand subjects that were not taught in primary school and got lost. But because of you guys, i managed to grasp the subject rather well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special thanks to these teachers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mr Tan:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for being the form teacher of 1/1, for making us laugh, for giving clues so balantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mrs Tan Aye Leng:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; For being a great teacher, for being ever so nice to us, for using words like rocks and rockets that spurred us on, for telling us your expectations, and also entertaining us in a way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mrs Helen Tan&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; For making geog lessons so fun, for trying ways and means to keep us awake, that we'd pay attention, for making sure that we are able to understand whatever you're saying, and thank you so much. Since we scored quite well for geog SA2 all thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ms Shanthi:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Literature teacher. Sounds boring eh? At the beginning of the year, i remembered we had this trial essay to do and i wrote barely 4 lines. The essay wasn't returned afterall. What i'm trying to say here is htat evyerone in sec 1/1 didn't get lit at all. But all thanks to your guidance, we managed to improve and finally understand it. Also thanks for sensing that we were almost bored to death and would always give us a break so that we can be more alert and also thank you for making lit class quite enjoyable. Although you're going to leave us, we'd never forget the first lit teacher that we ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RynzkghD3HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8d_vbr_ZRLk/s1600-h/whathopeis.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127897459267460210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RynzkghD3HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8d_vbr_ZRLk/s320/whathopeis.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I don't know if I've got any of that anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know what to say. It isn't the same anymore. I tried. Trust me. I guess the words "trust me" doesn't work anymore. Since you don't trust and i've learnt not to. I tried. I tried to salvage the situation, i tried my very best. I tried. I tried to let go. But i couldn't. I tried. I tried to forget. I tried, I really did try. I tried to think of all the good times we had together. I succeeded, but only at first. I really really did try. I tried my best. The best I could possibly have done. I guess I tried. Only too hard.&lt;/span&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/8999852394021300449-1546252589440283136?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1546252589440283136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=1546252589440283136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1546252589440283136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1546252589440283136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/11/man-three-days-and-im-not-even-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RynzkghD3HI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8d_vbr_ZRLk/s72-c/whathopeis.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-377490699787349606</id><published>2007-10-31T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:49:34.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey i'm back again. I've just read ah sou's dedication:D Thank you man. But how dare she think that i wouldn't notice all these things. I know you people think i'm dumb or whatever but I really appreciate for all you guys have done you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thank you sherry:D For letting me know that you'd be there for me, for letting me let it all out, for still bothering about me and caring even though it's not the same like it was last year. For saying simple words that brought much warmth to me, for knowing how down i was feeling. Thank you loads. And also for this song which i'm going to dedicate to all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd feel this way&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I'm concerned&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;That I do believe I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I should ever go away&lt;br /&gt;Well then close your eyes and try&lt;br /&gt;To feel the way we do today&lt;br /&gt;And then if you can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling, keep shining&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;For good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you came in loving me&lt;br /&gt;And now there's so much more I see&lt;br /&gt;And so by the way I thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then for the times when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;Well then close your eyes and know&lt;br /&gt;The words are coming from my heart&lt;br /&gt;And then if you can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/d6Olp7/music/4e1sLSjM/singapore_idol_singapore_idol_finalists_thats_what_friend/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-377490699787349606?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/377490699787349606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=377490699787349606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/377490699787349606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/377490699787349606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-128716408024606941</id><published>2007-10-29T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:32:57.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's the end of a school year. Experiences experienced, memories shared, fun and laughter we had, i'll DEFINITELY remember ALL of them. Especially since chloe is really going to dump us and go to Perth. Shit, getting emo. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was my happiest but also my saddest year for the past 13 years. Great, now i have to type this damn emo post:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first came to 1/1, I was damn upset. Reason being that i had no friends here at all. NONE. Actually I just knew a few here and there. Anyway, I was really afraid that i'd end up pathetically friendless, that i'd be a bloody loner. I'd really like to take this chance to thank Jasmine, although I wasn't close to you, I somehow managed to talk to you and know you better. Thank you for being there during the first few months of my Sec 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously there'd be changes in your friends. Well, I wasn't secure that I'd true friends and also being afraid that I'd be left alone, I went "sourcing" for friends. Not really. I just stuck by my Six Hibi friends:D I'd like to thank Julvian, for just being there, for thr first few parts, althoght I was damn anoying=.= And also WanYing, for being damn funny and so gangster-ish. You scare me. ALSO, AMANDA NG. You sat beside me and was my desk partner despite our massive hieght difference. Althought I wasn't close to you, you still sat there, as long as you came to school=.= Thank you for always putting up with me when I stare at you, for patiently explaining to me things everytime I ask questions, for telling me to pay attention, for lending me a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, changes here and there again. New friends made. Going online too help me made a few friends i guess. Well, I got to know Choonkhee. Whenever we had free time, she'd take the seat next to me, and i'd start talking shit. I don't really know how i got to know her actually, things just happen naturally i guess. I also got her msn and started talking to her. It soon became a habit, a thing that we'd do whenever we're online. I really thank you for always lending me a listening ear, for letting me calll you ah sou and for all those fun time we shared. Truth to be told, you're quite a nice person lar. But still an ah sou:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also thanks to AEP, i sort of got to know Marian. I kept disturbing her, making her damn anoyed with me and she started calling me a stupid pervert. Thanks man=.= Well, I didn't really get close to her at this point soyeah. Throgh many things, i got to know loads of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: For lending a listening ear, for being there, for managing ot give me proper advice, for teaching me not to care, for reminding me to pay attention in class, for telling me what to study for exams and waht would be tested, for actually being a good and responsible chariperson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: For entertaining me with your nonsense and your love for Ronaldo, your idiocy and lameness, your interesting accounts, your jokes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: For being there when i need a friend, for inviting me to nice parties, for being nice, for treating me to good food and making me grow fat&gt;:(, for encouraging me(sort fo), for listening to my problems and for buying me meals sometimes. Also, thank you whenever I run to you for comfort, for listening, for entertaing me:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian: For lending me a listening ear, for trying to tolerate, for your support and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: Thank you loads. You were there for me when i cried for the first time in this year in front of schoolmates, for giving me that hug that managed to comfort me somehow, for giving me that assurance that i still have friends around me, for never letting me get bored:D, for everything yuo've done. *breathless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisha: Although I wasn't close to you, i'm really really glad that I somehow got to know you better. You're definitely trustworthy. At least I feel safe telling you things, that you won't tell others and make a totally irrelevant conclusion and make evyerobdy feel bad. For trusting me, fr not flaring up, for bothering to find out two sides before making a concusion, for not badmouthing anyone, for simply, whatever you've done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAoyi: I may not be that close to you, but i remember there was this tie during the june holidays when we did CIP like mad dogs and we had loads of fun together. THank you for always being my printer, for bringing joy to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choonkhee: You'll always be the one whom I'd turn to after a clique fight or something. Thank you for bothering to listen, for not running away when you see me, for having lunch with me, for comforting me, for doing me nice small favours, for bringing laughter to my life, for making my life interesting. THank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Work: Thank you guys loads for making project work meetings super funny, esp during the time when kelly's hamster died. I was really really quiet during projet work meetings and i thank you for trying to make me feel more comfortable, for not shouting at me whenever i did something wrongly, for tolerating me and my anti-socialness in this group, for forgiving me for the wrongs i committed, Thank you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also to Cynthia, (i'm no idiot) : For being there, for lending a listening ear, for telling me more about songs and clothes and social stuff=.=, for letting me knwo that i'll always be a genius, for running the fanclub, for telling me to control myself, that i shoudl pay attention and stuff. And for not leaknig out whatever I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although people are ignorin me or whatsoever, I still thank you for being a friend even for only ten months. THank you guys. ONEONE FOREVER&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-128716408024606941?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/128716408024606941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=128716408024606941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/128716408024606941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/128716408024606941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-its-end-of-school-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-2902832364791127821</id><published>2007-10-24T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:52:19.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM NOT DEPRIVED OF SWEETS ANYMORE! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. I finally have sweets now:D Mentos rocks. I boght it for 80cents only. haha. Vaney's birthday tomorrow. I shall come online tomorrow to wish her ahppy birthday. LALALALALA. I shall update stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian culture thing. Vaney ddin't come:( I actually thought it was uber fun. Especially the food thingy and rangoli making. Damn fun lor. But we got damn dirty. Had this retarded AEP framing. we actualy spent 4 hours ad it was really difficult. Sorry guys fro acting i'm some big boss/shot. I got damn paranoid. Ate lunch at Subway at 4.45 Damn sad lar. Shared Subway melts with "hillary again. LOL. she treated me to a cookie:D And drink=.= So nice. And on our way there, Marian, Ping En and Cynthia ignored us. So we ignored them back. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quie boring lar. But the recess was damn funny. We were staring at mt sister and she stared back. I sprayed tea all over Chloe. Then Ashley was being damn retarded=.= had stupid talks which were bloody boring. We killed time drawing tattoos. so pretty lor. Stayed back again. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, today, I bit my gum at the exact same spot like i did last night. Super stupid. I was eating and eating when bit it like that. It bled like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decided to list out some words ferquently used by some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chloe:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I LOVE ANGELA&lt;br /&gt;2. ANGELA ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;3. IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;4. LOSER&lt;br /&gt;5. I DON'T CARE&lt;br /&gt;6. WHATEVER&lt;br /&gt;7. SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;8. FALMING ASSHOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I LOVE ANGELA&lt;br /&gt;2. ANGELA ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;3. IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;4. ASSHOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashley:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I LOVE ANGELA&lt;br /&gt;2. ANGELA ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;3. IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;4. LOSER&lt;br /&gt;5. NO I DON'T KNOW&lt;br /&gt;6. STUPID&lt;br /&gt;7. RETARDED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marian:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I LOVE ANGELA&lt;br /&gt;2. ANGELA ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;3. BLOODY ASSHOLE&lt;br /&gt;4. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;5. IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;6. EH&lt;br /&gt;7. I DON'T KNOW&lt;br /&gt;8. I SUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cynthia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I LOVE ANGELA&lt;br /&gt;2. ANGELA ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;3. PROMENADE&lt;br /&gt;4. IDOT&lt;br /&gt;5. LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;6. ASSHOLE&lt;br /&gt;7. YOU SUCK&lt;br /&gt;8. IRRITATING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-2902832364791127821?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2902832364791127821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=2902832364791127821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/2902832364791127821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/2902832364791127821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-not-deprived-of-sweets-anymore-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-5563917068054698165</id><published>2007-10-18T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:39:24.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday: 17/10/2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our English, Geography, Project Work and SOVA back. Well, I didn't score really well for certain subjects so i'll only say those that I scored well in. (It's only English=.=) I shall just talk about english anyway-__-" After heading down to the hall for the checking of scripts, we settled down and blah blah. We got comprehension back first. My results really sucked. And i'm super pissed at the answer which i answered correctly but cancelled it off-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples are:&lt;br /&gt;1. The girl is &lt;s&gt;pretty.&lt;/s&gt; one of those stereotypical children who looks like children who pose for advertisements. WTH. All i had to write was, the girl was pretty. Effff&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;2. The word is &lt;s&gt;"instinctively".&lt;/s&gt; "catlike". I was really really pissed for that one. lost marks just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Learnt: DO NOT CHECK PAPERS AND BE AN EXTRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we received our Paper 1 too. I was really glad lar. Because, as i have mentioned earlier, I wrote a practically one page compo and was really worried that i'd fail english. From Beatrice's distance to me, i thoght i scored a 10. But in the end, i scored a 19:D It may be low ut i don't real care since i passed:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending only 45 minutes or so for Geography, we finished chekcing them! Mrs. Tan was like, i know my work, so just count the marks, so cool, haha. I GOT A1!! Damn happy lar. Turned out the the whole of 1/1 scored pretty well. Most people got A1s and A2s! :D:D:D Well, This &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;highest score for geog=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly don't feel lie posting. I think i got more moody or moodier, whatever that word is. I changed :( I can't seem to tolerate people like how i did last time. -.- So sad. so many clique problems. Not caring about them anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-5563917068054698165?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5563917068054698165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=5563917068054698165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5563917068054698165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5563917068054698165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/wednesday-17102007-we-got-our-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-7601600607653869126</id><published>2007-10-16T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:47:21.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I am here to continue pposting about the sleepover. After harassing ______, we watched some lame ass show which had a car cahse and killing part, and ate the ice-cream cake hillary's mom bought. Damn nice lar. OMG. I want to eat it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that stupid show, we watched some movies. We watched the Omen. Halfway through, we decided to wtch Spideman 3 because we were too freaked out. Hilary fell asleep=.= I did something to her and thne she woke up. I watched Spiderman already so i wasn't really interested. Sleep time was HORROR. I couldn't sleep because I was crammed in between Hillary and Grace. Also, I was afraid to hit Grace or something. So I went up to this really short sofa and slept. I couldn;t sleep lar. But i know I snored like hell. I had a nose block what. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Hillary Cheah laughing so loudly so I woke up=.= i was like the 4th one to. Then we conitnued watching the omen but poor old Grace was still sleeping and we didn't want to wake her up. Awhile later, she woke up. Ok waht happedn at the shwo is that everybody died and the boy survived. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we watched Resident Evil after that. OMG. don't ever watch that show. IT IS DISGUSTING. And the ending sucked lar please. Trying to make us watch Resident Evil 2. Hello? It is afterall NC 16. Efff&gt;:( It is damn gruesome. I shall write a short summary on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I forgot all the names=.= I even typed one whole chunk at first, but I didn't want to be reminded so ya. We ate Pizza for lunch while watching Fantastic Four. I thought it was a super stupid movie lar. Even Barney rocks more than that. All too soon, it was time to leave and so we left. blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-7601600607653869126?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7601600607653869126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=7601600607653869126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7601600607653869126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7601600607653869126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-i-am-here-to-continue-pposting.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-280381890051094210</id><published>2007-10-14T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:52:03.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had AEP exam. Before that, Nisha, Marian, cynthia and I met up at mac's for breakfast. Lesson learnt: DO NOT EAT THERE. Why? i found the food simply revolting and horrible. I don't really LOVE Mac's like i did last time. I can't believe i used to be suckers of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked back to school for the shitty exam. What did we draw? BITTER GOURD. Great. it doesn't even look nice in the first place. The cookies and milk we had for SA1 are definitely MUCH better. I didn't really have time though. But at least i finished. sort of. But i thought it was really really ugly. Whatever lar. Can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch with the same people, we did CIP till 5. It was quite fun althought i almost freaked out because i thought i couldn't find my timesheet. Thanks to Hillary for the reminder:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP AND SLEEPOVER! Marian, Cynthia and I only this time. Because there were only three slots, thanks to some girl (according to Cynthia) Marian got left alone:( And Cynthia was late as usual. We had lunch at Mac's (bleah) I ate fish burger. And I realised how big my bag of clothes was, compared to Marian, who only carried a converse shoulder kind of bag with a plastic bag. I can't believe I was so stupid. And it HAD to rain. it was a DOWNPOUR. Marian and I took a long detour, so that we would not have to run under the rain for such a long journey. we got wet anyway-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the taxi ride, I stared at Marian out of pure boredom. I was BORED. She wanted to sleep lar. So retarded. haha . -.- I could tell the taxi driver was seriously pissed. We didn't know the address you see, so we had to wait there for like one or two minute, while i call hillary to ask for the address. That one or two minutes got the fare up and up. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Chloe and Hillary there. I got super freaked out because it was rather dark then and Hilary let down her really really long hair. She looked like a pontianak-.- And her dog with those HUGE eyes, were practicallly popping out of its head. It hated me so it kept barking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe also told us a really dimb thing which she did. She said that she stoned there watching Hillary eat her cup noodles for twelve minutes and kept emphasising on how stupid it was. Guess what I said? I said that it was a stupid thing to do, and that only stupid people like you do stupid things like that. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to tag on people's blog and have fun. It was really funny and fun lar. Everybody tagged that Angela rocks. Well, I do. And we were fighting for a chance to type on hillary's imac. Finally, at about 3.30? or something like that, Grace arrived. The dog LOVES her. It was smelling her ass lar please. Finally, after doing pointless things, we went downstairs to swim. but poor Gracey couldn't :( So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to swim and it was so damn fun. There were theses caucasians saying funny thins and we had this piggy back race. And Hillary described them doing the ACT,  and that there was some adulterer breaking them apart. We played this spitting game too. We started taking in water and spat at each other. Apparently, at that time, it was super cool and fun. LOL. At arounf 6, we went off to bathe in the toilet. I didn't have a cubicle, so i hd to wait:( i didn't like that place at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was good. I ate double portions of what everyone ate. I ate the most. Spaghetti was served. And after that they had to serve chips with these sauce thingy. So nice. We started talking about clique stuff and people in class. So political. Also, we went online and "harrassed" ______. Chloe said he was handling the situation well. haha. We called him "shallow". Well, he was what, going after looks and being a total despo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i feel damn sian now. I think i'll post more next time. Bye Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-280381890051094210?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/280381890051094210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=280381890051094210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/280381890051094210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/280381890051094210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/thursday-we-had-aep-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-3876361362675620637</id><published>2007-10-10T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:54:10.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! EOYs are finally over!&lt;br /&gt;Mugging is all gone!&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes!&lt;br /&gt;People keep asking me out:D&lt;br /&gt;But i keep rejecting them:(&lt;br /&gt;See how well-liked i am?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever=.=&lt;br /&gt;You say: Anything:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'M IN PAPUA NEW GUINEA!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's write down the climatic conditions and do geography again.&lt;br /&gt;It has a low rainfall, low temperature, low sunlight and blah blah&lt;br /&gt;type of vegetation: Trees and grass&lt;br /&gt;Animals found: Ants, Bugs, Guinea pigs, blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Who's with me: Imginary friend- Patrick&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Geography and sightseeing of guinea pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND I'M GOING TO FLY BACK TOMORROW!!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i am currently on the other side of the world. To fit in, People must obey to the following rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wear coconut shells as bras&lt;br /&gt;2. Use coconut or banana leaves as clothes&lt;br /&gt;3. Get headwear by ripping snail shells off them&lt;br /&gt;4.Use banana skins as Con_ _ _&lt;br /&gt;5. worship angela!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, People there all worship me and treat me like a princess. They're feeding me nice nice bananas! choonkhee is obviously jealous. Oh and, i'm flying back to another island! SINGAPORE! lol-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary thinks i'm great. Everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ dragonite3579 } ily. &amp;amp;STRAWBERRIESandBLACKBERRIES! &lt;3 oh he's from st. pats! says:&lt;br /&gt;and youre the greatest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i feel damn honoured lar. No one's studying or practicsing for AEP exam tomorrow. lol. Lunch and breakfast date tomorrow with AEP clique:D Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the year to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the times we shared, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the fun we had, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll all be forgotten, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i don't want that to happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-3876361362675620637?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3876361362675620637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=3876361362675620637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/3876361362675620637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/3876361362675620637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/yay-eoys-are-finally-over-mugging-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-8954325593027627068</id><published>2007-10-07T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:22:36.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LESS-GREAT-THAN-ME OLDER SISTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, today IS 7th of October! Meaning it's my sister's birthday. I can't update damn. Tomorrow is math. SHIT. die die die. ok, info next time, bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-8954325593027627068?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8954325593027627068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=8954325593027627068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/8954325593027627068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/8954325593027627068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-my-less-great-than-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-5811470558680761533</id><published>2007-10-06T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:31:04.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>hey hey people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cynthia here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA LOVES CYNTHIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RwdEa8b44GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZpEoXp1P-l4/s1600-h/ilbf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RwdEa8b44GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZpEoXp1P-l4/s320/ilbf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118134731220246626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its EOYS. good luck for everything&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥♥♥angela♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit. www.weloveangelafanclub.blogspot.com to join&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;note to the anonymous tagger:&lt;br /&gt;hey fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;ever heard of best friend love?&lt;br /&gt;obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;since you don't have a BF.&lt;br /&gt;do us a favour, curl up somewhere and die.&lt;br /&gt;nobody cares anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-5811470558680761533?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RwdEa8b44GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZpEoXp1P-l4/s72-c/ilbf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-8914780700326326391</id><published>2007-10-05T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:37:33.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cynthia 说: hey dont go&lt;br /&gt;cynthia 说 (4:36 PM):you and me&lt;br /&gt;cynthia 说 (4:36 PM):alone in this chatroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCANDALOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-8914780700326326391?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8914780700326326391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name Decoder!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;B: Likes to talk.&lt;br /&gt;C: Really likes to chill.&lt;br /&gt;D: Has one of the best personalities ever.&lt;br /&gt;E: Good Kisser&lt;br /&gt;F: People hate you.&lt;br /&gt;G: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H: Has a very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;I: Is always there for friends&lt;br /&gt;J: Lives life for fun.&lt;br /&gt;K: Really silly.&lt;br /&gt;L: admired by everyone&lt;br /&gt;M: makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;N: Dead sexy&lt;br /&gt;O: Best in relationships&lt;br /&gt;P: Popular with all types of people&lt;br /&gt;Q: A hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R: Freakin crazy&lt;br /&gt;S: Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;T: a sweet heart.&lt;br /&gt;U: Really wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;V: Not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;W: Very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X: Never let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;Y: One of the horrid bf/gf anyone could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Z: Always ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ANGELA, so i'm doubly/double loves by everyone (two As), Dead sexy?! (ya right-.-) never let people tell you what to do. Are parents considered? -.- Good kisser-.- NOT! ask Choonkhee :D admired by everyone. That's super cool and absolutely right. A is what i said right&lt;br /&gt;before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's birthday is coming! It's on the 7th Ocotber! Exams time. lol. Haven't bought her a gift yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-9007527046907115643?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/9007527046907115643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=9007527046907115643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/9007527046907115643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/9007527046907115643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/name-decoderd-loved-by-everyone-b-likes.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-8706757403094409374</id><published>2007-10-05T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:11:43.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;h&gt;enjoy:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO: All Employees&lt;br /&gt;From: Management&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Special High Intensity Training (SHIT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to assure the highest level of quality work and productivity from all employees, it will be our policy to keep all employees well trained through our program of SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITYTRAINING (S.H.I.T. ). We are trying to give our employees more S.H.I.T. than anyone else. If you feel that you have not receive your fair share of S.H.I.T. on the job, please see your manager. You would be immediately placed at the top of the S.H.I.T. list, and our managers are especially skilled at seeing that you get all the S.H.I.T. you can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employees who don't take their S.H.I.T. will be placed in DEPARTMENTAL EMPLOYEE EVALUATION PROGRAMS (D.E.E.P S.H.I.T. ).Those who fail to take D.E.E.P. S.H.I.T. seriously will have to go to EMPLOYEE ATTITUDE TRAINING (E.A.T. S.H.I.T. ). Since our managers took S.H.I.T. before they were promoted, they don't have to do S.H.I.T. anymore as they are all full of S.H.I.T. already. If you are full of S.H.I.T., you may be interested in a job training others. We can add your name to our BASIC UNDERSTANDING LECTURE LIST. (B.U.L.L. S.H.I.T. ). Those who are full of B.U.L.L. S.H.I.T. will get the S.H.I.T. jobs, and can apply for promotion to DIRECTOR of INTENSITY PROGRAMMING (D.I.P. S.H.I.T. ). If you have further questions, please direct them to our HEAD OF TRAINING, SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (H.O.T. S.H.I.T.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. BOSS IN GENERAL SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (B.I.G. S.H.I.T. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-extracted from Grace's Adam blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-8706757403094409374?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8706757403094409374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=8706757403094409374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/8706757403094409374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/8706757403094409374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/enjoyd-to-all-employees-from-management.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6175344457375024815</id><published>2007-10-04T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T17:20:41.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe this. I've been on this goddamn thing for 4 hours when i'm supposed to be studying for Lit EOY. It is after all tomorrow. Oh ya, there's something that's super ironic. I read my Primary 6 compositions and it's even better than what i wrote in EOY this year. GAWD. And i only rwote one page. shit. i'm going to fail english. If i fail, i'm going to get kicked out of school. I mean, no idiot fails english. shit shit shit. Let's all hope my comprehension and letter wrtigin would pull me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Geog EOY yesterday. It was quite ok. Except that I did something super stupid. For structured questions ( the choosing part), I chose the volcanoes one. And they were ;like, referring to diagram 4B, THEY ASKED A WHOLE CHUNK OF QUESTIONS. Example: what’s the direction in which the lava will flow? OMG. shit shit shit. I stupidly thought the diagram in front of my face, on that same page was that one. Guess how It looked like. It only showed a bloody cartoon version of a fake-looking volcano with arrows pointing out to label it. Sothe stupid me went to analyse the question again. I was staring at his cartoon picture, trying to see what direction the lava flow would be. You know what I wrote? The lava will flow down the slopes of the Volcano. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess, we had HCL paper 1. Only I wrote question 2 for letter writing. Some shen ri hui thing. Then the others wrote question 1, which I didn’t bother to read and turns out to be one that was similar to what we did in class before. What the hell. :( And, I didn’t have time for the stupid part 2: Zuo wen. I chose question 4. yi qi jiao xun. As I had no time, I didn’t bother to brainstorm and wrote the usual, zuo bi. &gt;:( Rochelle thought of this idea that she had this enemy who was allergic to apple juice and she gave it to her-.- Swee Ying damn creative. Wrote about this girl got boyfriend then he almost raped her. SCANDALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye. Slack-ing tmie not on the cmoputer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-6175344457375024815?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6175344457375024815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6175344457375024815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6175344457375024815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6175344457375024815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-believe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-4845518513209646006</id><published>2007-10-04T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:30:52.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Asshole asshole asshole. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get lost. Go and die. I don't even know you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get a life, you stupid ass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care about whatever you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cos I DON'T CARE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-4845518513209646006?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4845518513209646006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=4845518513209646006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4845518513209646006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4845518513209646006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/10/asshole-asshole-asshole.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-1652399795623620917</id><published>2007-09-30T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:06:11.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There have been so many friendship problems lately. Quite saddening actually, when most of your supposed "true" firends are actually your enemies, backstabbers and hypocrites. Apparently, i wasn't aware thayt smoe people were so upset about certain matters. tsk. Shan't talk about such sad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love angela. lol. sherry&lt;br /&gt;s sending me nice songs now:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-1652399795623620917?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1652399795623620917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=1652399795623620917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1652399795623620917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1652399795623620917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-have-been-so-many-friendship.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-5397292791094817449</id><published>2007-09-28T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T23:34:30.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>History was retarded as usual. Didn't do much except for stupid SBQ. I realised i don't like SBQ anymore. It kind of sucks now, because i don't know when to give more differences than similarities kind of thing-.- Anyway, Mrs. Zailee took our free english periods away for SOVA-.- The AEP people did it already lor. so i didn't bother to listen:D But i caught her glaring at me. We also write messages on paper, so big that you can see across the room and was having a lame convo with Marian and Cynthia-.- Something about me rocking so much that they want to faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nosebleed too. Marian said that I had a nose bleed because i stared at Cynthia's hot sexy legs too much that I had a nosebleed. Ya right-.- She wrote that on the paper thing by the way. So i replied and wrote, "You speaking from experience?" From then on, whatever bad stuff they wrote about me, i'd use, "You speaking from experience?" I'm damn ingenious. OH ya, i preserved the tissue which i used to stop the nosebleed, meaning that there were patches of blood here and there. i thought it  was very pretty kay, so i preserved it. I used scotchtape and pasted layers over it. damn fun. But people thought it was disgusting-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, it was recess. Me,  being a super nice person, agreed to help Ashley buy food and risk my life to smuggle it into class. Note to Ashley: I SPENT 20 MINUTES QUEUING UP EVEN THOUGH I DIDN;T WANT TO BUY FROM THAT STALL. ok, Then i smuggled it to class with the help of Rochelle. I was so unlucky, Mrs. MAtthews (Vice-principal) popped out of nowhere, and Rochelle and I quickly jumped to somewhere she won't see? Then to the spot we jumped too, Mrs. Lee (Principal) popped out. GAWD. So unlucky lor. Nevermind, I'm such a nice person that's why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after HMT, was LIT, then half of the class qyickly changed into our costumes. LOL. I changed in class without taking my clothes off -you get the point. Then i hleped Choonkhee tie her hair. She damn smart hor, i tie already go and let go, then have to tie agian. After arounf 7 minutes, Ms. Shanthi walked in. SHe was like, "Thank you people for not asking me before you guys change," LOL. Sacarsm. Tsk. But she, being a nice person like i am, let us have 5 minutes before drama to work the hair out. Finally, The time have come. I freaked out and told Beatrice what about my hair?! More like fringe actually-.- I took the whole tube of gel i brought and my comb. We then went to the toilet to work my fringe out. She squeezed a whole lot of gel and applied it at my fringe. I was utterly disgusted. If you want to know how it looks like, it;s those type of retro styles, as the setting is in the 1960s and if you don't know, it's like Zac Effron's hair in hairspray, the little curlly thingy, except that mine was the whole fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the Performing Arts Room with my hand covering my fringe. It was extremely revolting. OMG, lar. ew ew ew ew. I felt it hardening i tell you. Then Nutty was helping me to maintain that stupid curl. After Hillary's group was our group's turn. We quickly set up the props and we forgot so many things-.- lol. Nevermind. Like i care. ACtually i do-.- Anyway, Thomas (me), Ah Choon (Lisa), Ah Gaik (Beatrice) were off stage and Mr. Armstrong didn't want us to be there? Blah blah blah, When i was supposed to comfort Anna (Choonkhee), we were smiling. Pearlene too, She was like, "I am not bluffing! IF you were bad like some people were last time, he'd send fire from the sky and chase you and burn you till you die.!" Halway she was smiling. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough shit. we had our SOVA paper by the way. It was damn funny. I tore it. You see, I was merely trying to poke a hole which i did but was too small. So i tried to like, get the hole bigger by pulling teo sides of the paper, but i ended up tearing it-.- nevermind that. Then there was this question. In the Art elements of Design, there are two types of shapes. Guess what i wrote? Symmetrical and irregular-.- And walking home was quite fun. heehe. bye bye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ROCK FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*People, please DO NOT talk anout my hair during drama. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-5397292791094817449?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5397292791094817449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=5397292791094817449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5397292791094817449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5397292791094817449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/history-was-retarded-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-1976070939960582651</id><published>2007-09-24T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:23:38.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God. Tomorrow's the english SA2 and i'm slacking here. tsk tsk. I'm going to die for SAs. Major ones are like next week. gosh gosh. i'm dead dead dead. I have a writing disorder. I can't Ns, Ms, Hs, Bs and Ws. GOD. That''s the reason for my revolting handwriting especially when i'm writing lit essays. nevermind that. I got sexually violated. Stupid Choonkhee and Baoyi, join in the "game" It's super sick. I can't stand it. It hurts me both physically and emotionally ok:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i;ve been thinking about christians and catholics. OMG. I have a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt; let's dump Catholic High School and go to Christian High School. HAHAHa. ok  shit. i gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still rock:D Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-1976070939960582651?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1976070939960582651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=1976070939960582651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1976070939960582651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1976070939960582651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/god.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-5841598174006449932</id><published>2007-09-23T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T14:07:09.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. long time no post. Why? Homwork:D I decided that even if i slack for SAs, i should make the effort to not come online as often. I want my grades to go up up up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was quite fun i guess. I cheographed the twinkle twinkle little star dance:D I had to sing it too of course. Dear Chloe B, i was explaining and singing it again and again. But she didn't get it. unlike most people. She kept saying that i sang out of tune. But the song isn't that whole point my dear. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the drama exam. the time has come:O I thought it was quite good. got nice kueh to eat. but i never seen them before. Then nice nice Shi Pei said that for people like angela who don't know kueh to something something. Wa lao. She said that to Ms Ng and Armstrong. damn damn damn. Nevermind. Cynthia stuffed some cold and hard kueh into my mouth=.= Then later, i just took another one. It wasn't that nice either. The peanut tasted like chicken-.- no logic. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we left for lunch which was damn funny. I was saying how slow chloe was. And she defended that she was innocent that;s why. So i said, "You innocent? Then i am Mary, Queen of Scotts" Lol. i recited her lines. THen she said she was duke of york. I didn't know what else to say so i turned to Marian while Chloe turned to AShley. MArian told me to say that i'm william, Emperor of France. Then Chloe said that France has no emperor. THe arguement ended. So we were talking about William being Princess Diana's son. Then started talking about her other son. Then, we were asking whether it was Henry or Harry=.= So cynthia was like it's Harry, touching the hair on her head. SO i was like, What are you doing that for? Chloe said, It's Harry as in H-A-R-R-Y, not hairy. i shouted, do you think i'm that dumb?!?! Unfortunately, the whole table, consisting of 6 other peple thought so. i'm actually damn intelligent kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As there was some colours award thing hosted in our school, it was flooded with 700 other people from othr schools. So i asked, How many different clours are there? =.= I realised that wasn;t the smartest question. so Chloe was explainging it to me=.= So retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the stupid extra history lesson, we went home. I had to=.= Went home with Ashley, MArian and Rochelle. I took the umbrella and water bottle from her bag and she didn't even notice. so i put her umbrellla in the other pocket. And hid her waterbottle. When she finallyrealised that her waterbottle was missing, she thought that me and ashley took it. We lied to her that got this R.I guy took it and put in on the stiarcase. LOL. she believed it. But of course i returned it to her in the end-.- DAMN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long trip home, i slacked and went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, We had to meet up at Lisa's house for drama=.= ME and Choonkhee ddecided to take the same bus. I sat on the upper deck and saw her at the bus stop. I quickly called her and told her to board that bus. lol. we were wearing the same clothes. For what seemed like the 4th stop, we didn't see an overhead bridge, so Choonkhee said don't go. Then the next stop seemed even worse. so we hurriedly got down. We got lost=.= I called Lisa for help. She said we stopped too early. So we waited 10 minutes for another 153 bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe 3rd 153 bus came and then we waited. Then she called me. i described the surroundings while i was in the bus. And she told me that we were too far before we even reached the first stop. ME and choonkhee got off and crossed the overhead bridge to take another bus=.= We waited 15 minutes for the 4th 153 bus which we were taking. retarded. I had to peer out of the bus to see Lisa at the bus stop. Pearlene, Beatrice and Lisa were already there-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we did something conducive. Lisa's wardrobe was proven to be very useful. There were 2 old dresses. One small one for Pearlene. She's so small-sized lar. Then got this big old blue dress which was toolong for Pearlene. So we used it for Choonkhee. She looked damn funny. We changed into our costumes. I looked damn toot. Then i tied two high high high ponytails for Choonkhee. OMG. she looked damn funny. I ncouldn;t stop laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home at like 1.30 with choonkhee. we didn't take 4 buses this time=.= bye bye. gtg now. :D i'm only online for like 40 minutes. sad lar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-5841598174006449932?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5841598174006449932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=5841598174006449932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5841598174006449932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/5841598174006449932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-4340081176882839276</id><published>2007-09-12T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:27:22.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;___________ is so bloody irritating. He's being a total gay right at this second. Stupid spoilt brat. Go get another one if you want it. Just shut up and give me some peace. Stupid idiot. SPOILT PAMPERED BRAT. brat brat brat brat. He's just an idiot who's such a despo. He's so like, gay towards his guy friends. TOTAL LOSER! Just because you're a little pathetic mama's boy who can't do anything doesn't make you cute or whatsoever. You cry over the smallest matter, like, getting a tiny little cut and you see blood. what happens? You cry and EVERYBODY has to go and coax you. I'm sick and tired of that already. Stupid moron. You'e just bloody lucky that your mama is baised. She's biased against me and someone. Why? Don't tell me it's because you're the only boy and also the youngest. She treats you as if you're a precious gift. Precious my foot. Ooh, precious is crying. goo goo ga ga. I feel like puking. She never gets angry at you, she treats you differently, even better in fact, and what else? she thinks whatever you do is right right right, WHEN YOU'RE WRONG WRONG WRONG. I mean, who can put up with a brat like you? No one. Only her. Let,'s say you say KuaSiMi at her, nothing happens. When you blow your top completely and don't even bother to hide it or much less control it, nothing happens. She coaxes you instead. As for me? I get scolded over the slightest thing. Even if she's in the wrong. Life's so unfair. It was never fair in the first place anyway. Life's just unfair. I rest my case. I don't give a damn anymore. When you broke my sculpture, when i was so pissed that i cried, who gets the blame? Me. It's always you who is right eh? How did i get the blame. She said that i didn't keep my things properly. Nice excuse. But i couldn't be bothered anymore. I don't give a damn about you. It was your fault. You were the one who had nothing to do and played with my little sculpture, when i had placed it neatly on the freaking coffee table. Just what is your bloody problem? I was so pissed that i didn't evne bother defend myself even when my sister and father defended me. You manage to get pity all the time by crying eh? YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO APOLOGISE. I knw what i should do. Accept my fate. &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;- - - - - - - - -please cut along this line and ignore the written things above- - - - - - - - - - &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;Ok, i should spend my entire life mourning about the bloody sucker. It's quite obvious lar. hehe. I got things much better to even think about. Fun things:D i've been feeling rather tired these past few days. I've been staying up way past midnight, finishing up homework and tying up loose ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had a drama meeting on Monday. It was quite fun. We had to meet up thanks to the drama SA which is this friday. Wish me luck! Who's in my group? According to register number duh. My group consisted of Pearlene (6), Beatrice (7), Angela The Great (8), Choonkhee the ah sou (9) and Lisa (10). Cool eh? And, Koh Choonkhee, you're acting as crybaby Anna. Can cry louder or not. The way you fake cry simply amuses me. I can't stop laughing:D Ok, we were supposed to meet up at 3 and i ate lunch with Marian(: Nicer company than Ah sou Choonkhee:D Ate cup noodles again=.= If i ever eat it again, i will puke. We finally managed to sneak food up to class. We were so freaked out and stuff lar. So many false alarms. Tsk. Marian's whole group was there and they discussed about stuff lor-.- I was eavesdropping:D But i helped them:D Then Choonkhee came in, i was still eating then. &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 remembered when i went out to throw my stuff, i pushed open one side of the door and hid around there, waiting for someone to come to close it. Then WanYing they all went to ask Choonkhee to close the door. And so she went. The moment she reached the door, i "boo-ed" her:D SHE GOT THE SHOCK OF HER LIFE AND HAD HTIS SUPER FUNNY EXPRESSION ON HER AH SOU LOOKING FACE. i should have taken a photo of it man. I was literally laughing out loud. HAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday--&gt;Geog was fun fun fun. Who will be crowned Miss Natural Vegetation? I hope Cynthia Tan wins. Haha. She answered the question wrongly. When do Temperate deciduous shed all their leaves? Fall lar. what did she answeer? Winter. LOL. I really hope so:D omg, i love geog with helen Tan. I think geog is really fun, but i'm afraid that it might only be fun with mrs tan. shit. If i get Mr Jiow i can die man. How? Should i take geog in Sec 3? lol. i'm definitely not taking triple science=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last night, i stayed up the latest. What was i doing? MY stupid AEP sculpture, which is as ugly as ever. What the hell. But people said it was cute. AND IT LOOKED LIKE ME:D I feel honoured. And, today's Science was damn fun lar. Mrs Tan asked one single question, and it took forever for someone to answer because we were so fascinated by bees and insects. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choon Khee &amp;disfigured totem pole &gt;: (             says:&lt;br /&gt;yoy are so clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol she finally admitted it. yay! ok, gtg now. bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-4340081176882839276?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4340081176882839276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=4340081176882839276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4340081176882839276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4340081176882839276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-so-bloody-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6989321403756682383</id><published>2007-09-10T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:27:03.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had this conversation with Cynthia today. This was what happened. By the way, white for cynthia and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;purple&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;♥cynthia says:&lt;br /&gt;DAIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;♥cynthia says:&lt;br /&gt;i finished D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;are you kidding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN SOMEONE DO IT SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;FAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;it's my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;♥cynthia says:&lt;br /&gt;as in only describe -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;CHEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;♥cynthia says:&lt;br /&gt;i SAID DAIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;i thought you wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;but you added in the A by mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;cannot arh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;this is called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;I-MA-GI-NA-TI-ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;♥cynthia says:&lt;br /&gt;its called R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=1&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;For your information, DAIE stands for: Describe, Analyse, Interpret and Evaluate. Gosh, this reminds me of HIV and AIDS. STDS!! &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;lol. this is another part of our conversation. This proves how mean mean mean she is:( Same colour code:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;♥cynthia says:&lt;br /&gt;L to the O to the S to The E to the R! what does that spell? ANGELA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;it spells loser, loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;you can't spell now?! :-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;♥cynthia says:&lt;br /&gt;no. you fail lit are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;♥cynthia says:&lt;br /&gt;the underlying meaning is : angela is a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;♥cynthia says:&lt;br /&gt;LOSERRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;that was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sn) says:&lt;br /&gt;DOTTED&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;so mean right. tsk. I'm such a nice person lor. this is why i am a exemplary role model for people. Learn from me:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-6989321403756682383?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6989321403756682383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6989321403756682383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6989321403756682383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6989321403756682383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-had-this-conversation-with-cynthia.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6595922034346920157</id><published>2007-09-04T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:42:33.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's talk about yesterday. ( 3rd August)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to go to school for this combined AEP workshop as i have mentioned. It is THE SHITTIEST THING EVER! ok, so i freaked out because i couldn't find my bloody sketchbook. They mentioned in the form to bring sketchbook. But i couldn't find it. wa lao. All my super ncie drawings were inside ok. hmph. So in the end, i brought this sketchbook. which was apparently empty. Fine whatever. I was happily sitting in the car when CYNTHIA TAN sms-ed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia (7.37 a.m): ANGELA! WHERE ARE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. I haven't even reached yet and she haven't even left her house=.= SO i reached seven eleven at like, 7.43? There i saw Melissa Lee and Cheryl. Talked to them? kinda=.= Then called cynthia becayse she was as usual. LATE&gt;:( She haven't even lLEFT HER HOUSE. And she was the one who told me to come early to meet her and watch her eat breeakfast at 7.45! ok, nevermind. Melissa LEe was like, -.- kissing me except that she didn't touch me-.- Finally, Cynthia Tan came. She bought a pink doughnut, which i thought was super disgusting. It was soo, PINK. Stayed around seven eleven then Koh Choonkhee called me. She was like, "Where are you?" WHEN SHE WAS STILL ACROSS THE ROAD AND WASN'T EVEN AT THE TRAFFIC LIGHT. So i went out. Looked around for a few minutes and saw a tall ah sou-looking girl in green talknig on the phone. Hung up and waited for her to come. She was like so quiet in seven eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at about 8, i read a sms from Marian=.= I read it late. It was sent to me twenty minutes ago? lol lar. She told me to go to class to get her sketchbook from the locker. I showed it to cynthia and told ehr she would be coming any time and asked her what to do. We decided to go to school first. When we reached school, we saw so many Hwa Chong and Victoria school boys=.= No sign of NanYang. When we reached the bloody canteen table, with Cynthia's promenade friends, me and Choonkhee had nothing to do. lol. Then Marian called me. I told her that we're in school and told her about reading the sms late thing-.- She said i don't have to go:D So waited and saw her. THen i went to the class locker with her because i had nothing to do. hehe. But i'm nice to go with her lar:D I forgot what happened but when we returned, we went there again now with Choonkhee and Nisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They felt that i'm sot sot-.- I just felt high lar. I wanted to enjoy that moment before we all get seperated. But i bet they didn't get it-.- When we returned, Cynthia was like, get your bags, we're going to the PA room. All of us were: WHAT'S THE PA ROOM? lol. iT WAS SO FUNNY. She was the only one calling the performinh arts room the PA room . Then we walk walk walk. We realised that we were right at the back and it was jammed with 120 students and teachers. But we were right in front as in like, th head of the IJ group?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw our groups. everybody was like OMG. why? because we are gruped with totally people we've never met. WHAT THE HECK. i felt like crying. I'm grouped with people i have nevet met before and we'll hve group dicussions and stay with each other for like NINE WHOLE HOURS. We went in and after like 15 minutes, we wnt out again=.= WTH? did something but i forgot what it was. oh ya! We had to like, meet new friends from other schools. So naturally, IJ went with NanYang while VS went with HCI. I SAW KE ER. OMG lar. Then this sec 2 facilitator was like, you have to pair up with people of the opposite sex or you'll have to dance. Everybody was like "SHIT!" But, we being smart people, werre like, dance then dance lar! Everbody dance together lor. Then me and Valerie were like listing out which dance to dance. Everbody were praticsing the Chicken Dance. haha. Then i listed, "Waterfall Dance!" It was invetned for the geog forfeit=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to get settled in our group, which took quite a long time. We got a bloody newspaper and we had to play a stupid newspaper game. I didn't even know what that was=.= ok, let me introduce my group members first. Majority were girls. haha. Group 10: Me, Jade(CHIJ), Jing Ting(NYGH), Charlotte (NYGH), Clifford(HCI) and Henry=.= (VS) I finally realised what the newspaper is and played=.= ALl of us were standing on this newspaper. Everbody passed. Ooh Great. Whatever=.= We folded it into half. Walao, how to stand. BODY CONTACT!! The two guys were holding on each other? I don't know=.= Henry is super anti-social=.= Then the four of us girls were only clining onto each other. But seeing that no one really played it well, i placed one foot onto the newspaper and the other on the ground. They announced, nobody lost. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back in for something. Then we went to our classrooms. hehe. THen i had to sit in the middle. Thanks to Ms Jade Rasif. 5 people settled in: Jade, Clifford, Jingting, Charlotte and me only=.= Henry was currently M.I.A-ing. zzz. We stared at each other. It was a major staring sessoin. so we introduced our names. Then stared at each other-.- At some point, Henry enters. I didn't even know his name then-.- Ok, then stared at each other. Me, Jade and Charlotte were like, what layout? Looking out or look into a window? Clifford spoke quite a bit. Jing Ting was okay lar. But Henry was=.= TOTALLY ANTI-SOCIAL. sheesh. 10.30!! It was time for break! Met up with my friends:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and carved till 12.30 =.= LUNCH! they were all waiting for me. i was so touched:D we had fried rice. i thoght it was delicious but everybody else thougt it was disgusting=.= I went back to class earlier because i havn't finished carving while they all went somehwere=.= i'm so dedicated lor. and i can't believe that i actually missed ms ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz, i damn sian le. I shall skip parts. My group got locked in. mean ing we couldn't get out. and all of us werestuck there. STONING. somemore i was sitting next to the super anti-social guy. lol. All of the rest were at the gallery lor. my canvas is there! :O OK, after that was tea break again. blah blah. Then th presentation. damn funny! This guy was liek sabo-ing this person. Introduction then said, "It's her idea so she';; tell you about it." LOL. MY GROUP WON 2ND!! WE GOT A HUMONGOUS SKETCHBOOK-.- anyway, had a interwating convo wiyh choonkhee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;*monday&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;ya why&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;henry however you spell that&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;uh huh&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;came to introduce himself to me&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;and you know what he said? ;;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;"hello i am henry do you know the green girl in my group, her number?"&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;and i gave it to him! :D&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;WOW MAN&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;thank me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;he also asked me&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;he said&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;you know the other green girl&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to talk to her&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;so i randomly asked her a question&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me what's her number&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;F31&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) auto-message: Literature-ing right now. Be and angel, don't disturb me. Unless i talk to you. If i talk to you, it shows that you're an idiot or it's really important(: Call/sms me at 91911143&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU LIAR&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T LIE OKAY&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;and he said he would call you!&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;did he?&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;oi&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;oh ya&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;he did&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;and asked me for advice&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;on how to woo you&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;:-O&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;he cheated me feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) auto-message: Literature-ing right now. Be and angel, don't disturb me. Unless i talk to you. If i talk to you, it shows that you're an idiot or it's really important(: Call/sms me at 91911143&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;he ask me how to woo you!&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;and i taught him all my methods!&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;sheeeeeeeeeesh i thought he liked you? he blushed when he looked at you!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;oooh&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;someone hasd been staring at him&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;smirk1&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;when you all up there presenting&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;he look at you then blush lor!&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwww so sweeeeeeeeeeeet&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU STARED AT HIM&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH THAT IN THE DARK YOU CAN SEE HIS FACE COLOUR CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;i had to right? you were all in front. =.=&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;well duh there was some light from the screen =.=&lt;br /&gt;        Choon Khee &amp;growing affection                 ♥        says:&lt;br /&gt;so sweet isn't it? awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) auto-message: Literature-ing right now. Be and angel, don't disturb me. Unless i talk to you. If i talk to you, it shows that you're an idiot or it's really important(: Call/sms me at 91911143&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;he was stadning at a corner&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;he's in my grup&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;he wil obviousle ask me advice&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;instead of asking you right&lt;br /&gt;&gt;: ( (literature-ing) says:&lt;br /&gt;that'slike so retarded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-6595922034346920157?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6595922034346920157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6595922034346920157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6595922034346920157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6595922034346920157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/lets-talk-about-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6863135219284781970</id><published>2007-09-02T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:30:19.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. tomorrow i have to go to school again. damn. for what? AEP workshop. guess what, it's a combination srt of. for 4 schools. Vs, hwi, nygh. PFFT. All of use will be split up. Hope i can be with at least marian, choonkhee nad cyhnthia. PLEASE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at least i ahve something else to looks forward to? 30 mintues together before getting split up from 8.15 to 5. wa lao lar. damn damn damn damn.. :D Cynthia=7.45, Choonkhee=7.55 and MArian=8. LOL . ok, bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-6863135219284781970?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6863135219284781970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6863135219284781970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6863135219284781970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6863135219284781970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6982837650014764310</id><published>2007-08-31T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:48:03.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY:D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is teachers' day! Happy teachers' day people. What happened today? There was a concert. Quite nice lar. Hmm.. I came to school as usual and finally saw Ashley and Marian with all the lovely teachers' day presents we bought together:D Chloe called us cheapskate. Meanie&gt;:( And Chloe sang for teachers' day. All chairpersons have to sing hymns-.- As in lead the hymns. lol. That's quite funny. I can't imagine her singing. I bet she mouthed the words anyway:D Gosh, i'm so SMART. &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;After the mass we had the concert. I was sitting with cynthia(beside), Marian and Rochelle(In front), Ashley and Vaney(In front, in front) and Hillary and Nisha(Behind us). What the hell lor. Marian was pulling out my shoelaces and all of them ganged up against me. So sad right? Say yes:D And then putting the stupid flower magnet on me:( I live such a sad sad life. The concert was just some star awards thing=.= And some performances too. ALICIA HO MEI XIAN AND KAIZHEN performed! It's a class thing anyway. Looked quite retarded. haha. &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;Exams are finally over by the way. So shiok. But i still can't slack. Got AEP and SA2 is in 3weeks after the next term starts. i'm not too sure whether i will acutally want to last minute prepare for exams. Damn itiring lor. I shall sleep early today and see if i'm in a good mood and MIGHT do my homework. I bet Chloe Batchelor has completed them already. LOL. i'm psychic. hmm.. &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;There's this stupid AEP workshop that we have to go back to school for. i think it's rather retarded. And i don't think i'll have fun. Why? Because of the schools that are coming. I think &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;VS IS GAY&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok, i shall go now. Bye Bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-6982837650014764310?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6982837650014764310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6982837650014764310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6982837650014764310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6982837650014764310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-teachers-dayd-and-chloe-sang-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-7382953521573798882</id><published>2007-08-30T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:45:36.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YES! Everything is solved now.!! Thanks to who? ME lar:D and obviously i won't go into detail of what happened. Everything was finally settled during RME free period. And, I made a Thong for Chloe Batchelor!!! Using two belts. LOL. and, she threw erasers at me&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;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I GOT A HIGH FOREHEAD!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chloe's so jealous of me lar. you know why? because.. &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;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PEOPLE WITH HIGH &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FOREHEADS ARE SMART! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tsk. she can just envy me. haha. So funny. and guess what kind of a forehead Chloe has? &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;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHE HAS A SHORT FOREHEAD &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;and a super hollow one:D Hope she won't see this&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;AND, SHE'S JEALOUS OF MY HIGH ONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh and, special thanks to Marian who regconises my high intelligence. Although she has a high one, she's the exception:D She isn't intelligent. haha. so sad.:( And, Chloe assaulted me only because she has a low forehead. tsk, Green-eyed. &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 PEOPLE, MY SMS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EXCEEDED!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Meaning, i can't sms anymore=.= Wa lao. Thanks to Promenade (which is over) :( I keep calling people and sms-ing, telling them Act what scene what and full-run/standby or not. tsk. it was only like 20th August and i only had like 10 free sms-es left. pffft. &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;And, guess who i am? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'M MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTTS!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How did I become her? Thanks to Chloe. That was a long time ago but i forgot to clear my messages =X&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chloe: angelaaa. I need yourhelp. Can you bring your camera tom? cos we need more photos. Can? Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Ok:) omg, i'm such a nice person. But i can;'t take certain angles from my angela. So i'll teach you how to use my camera then you take:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chloe: ahh. THANKS dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Omg. You called me dear. It's so sad. i'll have to reject you because i'll only hve one darling. Because i'm so darn faithful:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chloe: Sheesh. I call almost everybody dear. Don't get your hopes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Sheesh. you;'re so flirtatious. I'll only have one and only darling. tsk tsk. CASANOVA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chloe:Sheesh. no use talking to you. Whats wrong with calling people dear? They're all my dear friends. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: What do you call your boyfriendd then? He might actually think that you're gay if he's a dumb one:D You'll have to kick that habit cos you're going to a mixed school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chloe: Sheesh. Damn busybody yknow. I'll call him by his name luh. Then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Stop using sheesh. IT'S BAD&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;Chloe: Really?&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;Me: Yes, It;'s bad. Trust me. you influence others:( Innocent people. Like me: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;Chloe: You're innocent? Then i am mary, queen of scotts. And what does it mean?&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;Me: No idea, Why did you say that when you don't even know what it means? That quite's stupid:) And who is mary, queen of scotts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chloe: That mry thing is a figurative expression, usually to express disbelief. Idiot. And sheesh is just an expression, nothing wrong.&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;Me: Did you just get that mary thingy defintiion from a dictionary? -.- To much for me:D didn't get it. Explain again can? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chloe: Don't be stupid. My definitoin wasn't profound at all. And of course i did not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;get it from the dictionary. Why would i do that for?&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;Me: It was! My daddy didn't understadn it either. And you miight want to show off so you got that from the dictionary. OMG. I'm so CLEVER. &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;Chloe: No i didn't. You can check the dictionary now. I can tell you that there is no such phrase there. The defintition is original, courtesy of Chloe. &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;Me: If i'm not wrong, there are thousands of dictionaruies out there. Omg. Must i really check all of them?! :O &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;Chloe: Don;t be stupid. Even if you check all of them, you won't be able to find the expression. i told you already, it;'s a mixture of sacarsm and disbelief. &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;Me: you mean you made that up yourself?-.- &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;Chloe: Never mind. Sheesh. &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;Me: Damn it, THe least you could do is tell me the truth:(&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;LOL. Funny right? Not really. LOLS. I'm just bored bored bored... Oooh, i saw something in my inbox! SiHui actually loves her Ipod more than me&gt;: ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SiHui: Are you coming tuiton? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: -.- Tell him that i have to stay back in school till 10.30 everyday-.- I thought i told you already? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sihui: yah lah yah lah. What are you doing anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: School official opening!!&gt;:( Sucky stuff.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SiHui: haha. i see. Next week you coming? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Ya. Lol. ber you're sad, lonely and depressed without mee... Ha! you finally know the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;importance of me. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sihui: haha yah right lah. I got my ipod humph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: Your ipod or me better? Me right? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sihui: Mmm.. My ipod. lawl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I didn't reply because my battery was practically flat.=.= DAMN SHIT. And she betrayed my feelings lor. i gave her more and mpore % of my heart ok. 3%:D Out of 200%:d LOL. Oh and we went to toa payoh central in the search for CACTUSES!&lt;--teachers' day presents. Couldn't find any in NTUC and headed for famous amos. DAMN ex lar i tell you. One super small box, worth only 60g i think, is $5.60!!&gt;:( What the hell. But nevermind. hehe. I helped Rochelle carry her file you know:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AND AND AND, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M GAY!! SOFT GAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OR HARD GAY BETTER ARH?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hmm,, Let's see.. Not sure leh. But,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M GAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I FEEL SO OH... GAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YOU FEEL SO OH... GAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;EVERYBODY FEELS SO OH.. GAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AND EVERYBODY LOVES &lt;u&gt;ANGELA THE OH-SO-GREAT!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-7382953521573798882?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7382953521573798882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=7382953521573798882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7382953521573798882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7382953521573798882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-got-high-forehead-thats-good-by-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-3920618818697645688</id><published>2007-08-24T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:41:10.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was probably one of the saddest day in my life. Well, in school i guess. I think some of you guys know why. Relationships deteriorated, people change and backstabbers everywhere. WOW. I didn;t really know what happened though. Because i wasn't there. People cried, grieved and were hurt in one way or another. I believe that everyone was hurt. Maybe paying back someone with her/his own coin isn't the most effective way after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i really think is that both parties are at fault. Both sides didn't understand what the other side thinks. One can't see how ugly a person can be in the inside and the other can only see her ugly side. It's really such a pity.Shall post about it more next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-3920618818697645688?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3920618818697645688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=3920618818697645688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/3920618818697645688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/3920618818697645688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/today-was-probably-one-of-saddest-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6920103723452097226</id><published>2007-08-23T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T23:15:30.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world. Long time no post. Actually i had this post. But i half typed it out and it disappeared. So i didn't bother to re-ytpe it. lOL. OK, THIS IS DAMN LAGGY. YOU STUPID ASS SHITTIE COMPUTER&gt;:( i hate yuo!! Great, now i'm talking to a non-living thing. i think im senile. =O but i'm not even old lar. i'm not even thirteen yet=.= OMG. don't tell me it's PMS!=O Nah, can't be. I dno't have it. YET. I realised i;'m really odd. I'm listing suggestions and listing it out=.= whatever lar. ANything:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Baoyi's hamsters gave birth. tsk. What happened to twomales hamsters? They don't have eggs=.= Sperm+sperm=??? I tihnk Baoyi fed them chicken wings and one of them changed their sexuality. =O This si reall sucky. so lag. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-6920103723452097226?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6920103723452097226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6920103723452097226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6920103723452097226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6920103723452097226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-2172887516960790686</id><published>2007-08-16T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:57:16.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These few days have been a super duper mad rush. i mean it. Why? Because of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PROMENADE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life have been sucked out of people thanks to promenade. It's a stupid life-sucking machine that sucks the life out of people. I hate you!!! &gt;:( But then, my darling is having a worse time than me:( lol. i'm such a caring person. tsk. Learn from me. Promenade sucks more life from her than from me. She quite ke lian. Actually the main cast all so ke lian. Their costumes cannot be washed unless you have a dryer. OMG lar. At least the make-up is MUCH better now. They don't use MFT's inspiration anymore. His inspiration was so ugly lor. tsk. &lt;/span&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;Well, what happened on Monday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We got loads of new lights=.= Not really. One of my light was removed. But then i got another light. You know got this girl damn ke lian. She has 60 over cues. (From what I heard.) Isn;t that super sad? Adn then, all the stage and center lights have all new stuff. With thousands of cues i tell you. And they only have like, so little time to master 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;Dinner was sucky as usual. But today's one was that WORST. They gave us noodles that tasted like rubber bands and two fishballs that was salty, disfigured and soggy. It tasted utterly revolting. I couldn't stand it and threw it away. I was STARVING!!! After dinner, we rushed to our stations to standby for the full run. I screwed up. I until now don't know when to turn dim my blue light till it turns off. They said my cue is when Conolly turns her back towards me. She turned her head twice=.= WTH. SHIT SHIT SHIT. Today is the preview. And i don't know when to turn it off. FREAK. Act 2 was screwed. All the center and stage lights were so screwed. I pity them. OK, enough. I don't want to waste my time talking about this. &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 want to complain about last night. &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;________ was being a super brat than what she usually is. Everybody was pissed at her. She was supposed to go down to turn off and on her lights with ____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;_ _____. But as she was so lazy, she said this" Aiyah, i don't want to go down lar. Even if i don't go _____ ____ would also help me turn on my lights." When she had the time to go down! She just felt lazy and didn't want to. As a result, ____ ____ fell down and had to stay in the dark field ALL BY HERSELF. That is the scariest place ever. And, ____ ____ even tripped over her cable and the light got turn off. Why? Because she needed to run to another area to turn on _________'s light. ugh. This si so sucky. Just thinking about it makes me puke. Bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-2172887516960790686?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2172887516960790686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=2172887516960790686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/2172887516960790686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/2172887516960790686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/these-few-days-have-been-super-duper.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-7062390436193436570</id><published>2007-08-10T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:35:19.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was clearing my sms-es today and i saw some funny ones:D Well, i think they're funny:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chloe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Er,what is your ans for math hw 7, ex 9b no. 9? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lol. I'm outside. La la la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chloe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Huh? Don't you remember your answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't bother to makr my work. I always ask my partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chloe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ahh. i don't care. Tell me your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I DON'T HAVE IT! OMG. I AM OUTSIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chloe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't you remember your answer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I DID NOT MARK IT. NEITHER DID I COMPLETE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chloe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ahh. (i didn't read this until 4 hours later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mys sister lied to me. She was using my phone and soi asked her whether there were any msg and she said no. What the heck. Now she's cursing because she died 6 times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chloe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Huh? Waht arre you talking about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;=.= So i didn't bother about it anymore:D Later that day... Choonkhee sms-ed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Choonkhee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Angela......!......!......!....Are you Angela? ha ha ha ha ha i feel retarded. :-D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;?! What are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Choonkhee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nothing ha ha ha. I miss you lei. -.- I miss a lot of people right now. I miss you, Baoyi Odelia MArian and Cynthia-.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No lar, i didn't expect an anti-social person like you to socialise. Can't blame me:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Choonkhee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Stupid woman you. always insult me one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You called me stupid:( I never insult you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Choonkhee: ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Never meh? 1 moment say i stupid, the other say i ah sou, the other say i anti-social. :-@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmph. You wrote at my blog that you were not happy to see me:( I ROCK I ROCK I ROCK I ROCK I ROCK I ROCK I ROCK I ROCK I ROCK I ROCK I ROCK I ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Choonkhee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lols. i think you are obsessed with yourslf. Always say you rock. Lols. You manly man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Didn't reply(read this ages later and saw another sms from her.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Choonkhee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's no promenade until monday right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Got lar. Anyhow say. Saturday have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Choonkhee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh my god. Guitarists dun need to go right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Er. Two full-run. You think leh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Choonkhee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh my god. Tomorrow have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(i didn't reply because she called me=.=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Phone convo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Laugh laugh laugh=.= THen ask. And realised i bluffed her:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Back to the sms..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Choonkhee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You stupid woman. Scare me. :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;DO NOT CALL ME A WOMAN&gt;: (FOR I AM NOT ONE YET. YOU'LL SEE. HAHAHA:D AH SOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Choonkhee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... You very dead leh. Hmph. Don't talk to you le. Bye bye. Have fun flirting with people via sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Choonkhee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sheesh. i know you dun want me interrupting your flirting with boys. okay lor. i dun disturb le. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sheesh. i know you dun want me interrupting your flirting with boys. okay lor. i dun disturb le. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Choonkhee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You stupid little girl. So lazy. Forward my message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You stupid little girl. So lazy. Forward my message.&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;Choonkhee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You rock!&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;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I rock! (you said so)&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;Choonkhee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Huh? lols. that lazy girl finally typed something&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;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Huh? lols. that lazy girl finally typed something&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;Choonkhee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Angela is self obsessed. &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;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(didn't reply=.=)&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;Well, today was pretty ok i guess. I totally forgot there was tuition. LOL. But i still went. LOLS. It was quite fun lar. Si Hui gave me sweets:D blah blah.. I think i might watch rush hour 3 tomorrow:D Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-7062390436193436570?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7062390436193436570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=7062390436193436570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7062390436193436570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7062390436193436570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-was-clearing-my-sms-es-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-1523992945544511085</id><published>2007-08-09T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:08:25.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello:D Haven't been posting. ANd big news. I AM IN LIGHTING FOR PROMENADE!! There are obviously pros and cons to this whole thingy. Well, i don't think the word promenade is in the dictionary. so whtever. I shall define it. Basciallly, i don't know what it means. BUT I THINK that it's like a show for our school's official opening. People slaved over this and 300 people are involved. Now, i shall state the pros and cons to be in lighting for promenade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pros:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-15 hours of CIP&lt;br /&gt;-get to go to school at 9&lt;br /&gt;-fun?&lt;br /&gt;-new experience&lt;br /&gt;-free dinner?&lt;br /&gt;-get to skip stuff:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cons:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tiring&lt;br /&gt;-neglect school work&lt;br /&gt;-you have to stay in school till 10&lt;br /&gt;-dinner sucks&lt;br /&gt;-have to bathe in school&lt;br /&gt;-you see MFT more often&lt;br /&gt;-you have to wear all black(black absorbs heat)&lt;br /&gt;-you have to stay in the dark&lt;br /&gt;-bring torchlights&lt;br /&gt;-need loads of coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like there are much more cons thatn pros. So anyway, our group HALLELUJAH did our presentation on battles and borders:D Finally. So, back to the lighting part. There's this guy who's 34 years old, who likes to wear a hat teaching us when and how to turn on and off the lights. Basically what we did on Friday was just walk around and see where our lights will and might be. On monday, err.. we wore all black and it was so hot lar. they had the full-run with make-up. It was quite ok i guess. Got this female director(i think) was telling us about how black we have to be:( So racist. tsk tsk. If we don't have black enough clothes, we will have to wear our clothes inside out and mask ourshoes with black masking tape&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. We had two runs today:( It wwas so tiring. We were playing truth or dare. it was so fun lar. People hugged teachers. haha:D My legs were sore from those running about lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. We needn't go to school!! Stupid national day celebration&gt;:( Who wants to go anyway. Well, all promenade people don't have to go. HAHAHA:D Woke up at like 9 because i was used to like waking up at 5=.= Duh. i couldn't go back to sleep lar. Was meeting lighting crew for lunch at toa payoh MRT. There was one part when i was so stupid. I was switching MRT lines. I guess i was too used to going home from toa payoh so i went back to the north east line from the north east line. WHAT THE HECK. I was supposed to go from the north east line to the north south. UGH. Can you imgaine how pissed i was. So i climbed back up like a total goth idiot dressed in full black. I was the earliest to reach although i was like 10 minutes late. tsk tsk. Then i saw Rochelle and Chloe. Rochelle went to school. lol. They stayed in the library for about an hour. WOW right? OH by the way, CHLOE BATCHELOR'S FACE WAS PINK. THEN IT TURNED WHITE. AND THEN PINK AGAIN. After that Marian and Odelia came. Both of them were in P.E attire. i was the only buffoon in total black=.= As Vanessa and Grace were seriously late, they told us to go eat first. so we ate. I sms-ed Vanessa telling them that there were only 6 seats. Which were obviously not enough and thus, they went to Koufu. After we finished eating, we went to Koufu to find them. YES! Vanessa and Grace were in black! Well, navy blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our own sweet time to walk back to school:D we met Choonkhee waiting for Baoyi. I tell you how she was like before and after she saw me. Before she saw me: SAD, DEPRESSED, LONELY? After she saw me: HAPPY, ALL SMILES, EYES LIT UP. I feel damn honoured lar:D hehe. Talked to her and everyone was laughing and laughing. But then Grace and Vanessa left&gt;:( They called me so we just left after Baoyi came. And walked. Marian was like," Eh, why are they walking there?" I turned around and saw Grace and Vanessa. So i cahased after them and tailed them all the way to NTUC. They were buying candies=.= We were seriously behind Marian that group. When we wre paying, they were already taking the short cut to school=.= ugh, i seriously am tired. And Kiat is talking to me now=.= bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-1523992945544511085?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1523992945544511085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=1523992945544511085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1523992945544511085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1523992945544511085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/hellod-havent-been-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-1849144898958121936</id><published>2007-08-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:43:38.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't posted for quite a few days. These few days have been such a rush man. Anyway, I tried to prank call someone on Thursday night, then it was the wrong person. What the heck lar. I was calling calling, then suddenly that PERSON told me that it was the wrong number @#$% Luckily I hung up. Then this woman was calling me and asking," Excuse me, may i know who called this number?" Wa lao. Then what did i do? I told her i got the wrong number and apologised a million times. I swear to kill that person man. But a pity i can't. Because i am a good catholic:D ok, i feel so lazy rto type now. So bye bye:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-1849144898958121936?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1849144898958121936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=1849144898958121936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1849144898958121936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1849144898958121936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/08/havent-posted-for-quite-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6388784010700034895</id><published>2007-07-29T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:27:59.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello:D i watched prison berak season 1. i think it's cool .but im cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqyMFnOGisI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0gg9HLS9Tko/s1600-h/random+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092599306704554690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqyMFnOGisI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0gg9HLS9Tko/s320/random+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baoyi &amp;amp; Choonkhee:D BEST BUDS:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqyNLnOGitI/AAAAAAAAADA/agg1jeoBg6I/s1600-h/random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092600509295397586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqyNLnOGitI/AAAAAAAAADA/agg1jeoBg6I/s320/random.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Square:D Baoyi, Choonkhee, Cynthia♥ and me;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqyNfXOGiuI/AAAAAAAAADI/WxzC2kNomDg/s1600-h/random+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092600848597813986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqyNfXOGiuI/AAAAAAAAADI/WxzC2kNomDg/s320/random+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIDDLE FINGER!:O Baoyi, choonkhee and me:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqyNsnOGivI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VYbhGLw22Fk/s1600-h/random+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092601076231080690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqyNsnOGivI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VYbhGLw22Fk/s320/random+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star:D Baoyi, Choonkhee and me:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqyN53OGiwI/AAAAAAAAADY/_Jp6Fm-IE9A/s1600-h/random+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092601303864347394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqyN53OGiwI/AAAAAAAAADY/_Jp6Fm-IE9A/s320/random+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOH CHOONKHEE:D pLEASE DON'T KILL ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-6388784010700034895?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6388784010700034895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6388784010700034895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6388784010700034895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6388784010700034895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/hellod-i-watched-prison-berak-season-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqyMFnOGisI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0gg9HLS9Tko/s72-c/random+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-1911134236358774408</id><published>2007-07-28T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:31:08.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, as you can see, it;'s my father's birthday. But i wasn't so happy. Because my YOUNGER brother laughed at my stupidity. Why? Because i don't know how to open the umbrella. So what? I get condemned? Hmph. I didn't know we had to push the button and was trying to push the umbrella out. Not my fault what:( And my sister had to tell anybody. Hmph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We watched Harry Potter to celebrate my daddy;s birthday. I thought that the show was rather interesting though. People seems to hate it a lot and say it sucks. I don't know why though. And i thought it was quite meaningful too. Something about all his memories and stuff. Then they recalled all snippets of the previous movies. I really liked that part:D So cool. But i didn't cry=.= Though it was rather touching. I guess. And Friday was really really fun. Well, Drama was. OMG. First time i said that. Well, only because Mr Armstrong wasn't there. HAHA. omg. I feel so mean. But nevermind. Not many people like him anyway=.= Eh heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday:DRAMA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtifHOGijI/AAAAAAAAABw/uN2vusgm-_8/s1600-h/star-drama(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092272090326141490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtifHOGijI/AAAAAAAAABw/uN2vusgm-_8/s320/star-drama(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Star!:D Choonkhee, Marian, Ashley, Hillary &amp;amp; me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtiyXOGikI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7rqDwIWs9ls/s1600-h/star-feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092272421038623298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtiyXOGikI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7rqDwIWs9ls/s320/star-feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Star! With feet! Same people:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtjB3OGilI/AAAAAAAAACA/eH5o0v2r9IE/s1600-h/shapedstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092272687326595666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtjB3OGilI/AAAAAAAAACA/eH5o0v2r9IE/s320/shapedstar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Socks are cool!:D Marian's sock is yellow:O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PHOTO-TAKING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtjXXOGimI/AAAAAAAAACI/-LlvcybBlL8/s1600-h/Mr+Tan-SUPERFUNNY.++MUST+CHOOSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092273056693783138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtjXXOGimI/AAAAAAAAACI/-LlvcybBlL8/s320/Mr+Tan-SUPERFUNNY.++MUST+CHOOSE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guess who!! Look at his expression:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtkRXOGinI/AAAAAAAAACQ/eIl0_CNRsnQ/s1600-h/Mr+Tan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092274053126195826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtkRXOGinI/AAAAAAAAACQ/eIl0_CNRsnQ/s320/Mr+Tan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oops, he saw me=.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtkonOGioI/AAAAAAAAACY/ITSYW6lpHiI/s1600-h/Mr+Tan+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092274452558154370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtkonOGioI/AAAAAAAAACY/ITSYW6lpHiI/s320/Mr+Tan+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was he smiling? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtlLnOGipI/AAAAAAAAACg/Zf4sYQPCO2s/s1600-h/Mr+Tan+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092275053853575826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtlLnOGipI/AAAAAAAAACg/Zf4sYQPCO2s/s320/Mr+Tan+(11).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His reaction when wrongly accused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtljXOGiqI/AAAAAAAAACo/r2Nutg8sm0w/s1600-h/Mrs+Tan+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092275461875468962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtljXOGiqI/AAAAAAAAACo/r2Nutg8sm0w/s320/Mrs+Tan+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TAL! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/Rqtl1XOGirI/AAAAAAAAACw/PgTPy0BdoBk/s1600-h/Mrs+Tan-SUPERNICE+ONE.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092275771113114290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/Rqtl1XOGirI/AAAAAAAAACw/PgTPy0BdoBk/s320/Mrs+Tan-SUPERNICE+ONE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SUPER ARISTIC ANGLE:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think that's all. Shal post more next time. Bye bye:D Me and my sis's photo:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-1911134236358774408?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1911134236358774408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=1911134236358774408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1911134236358774408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1911134236358774408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-daddyd-well-as-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqtifHOGijI/AAAAAAAAABw/uN2vusgm-_8/s72-c/star-drama(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-3890542484808070523</id><published>2007-07-27T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:30:37.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Angela is really bored. And i think chloe's going to kill angela. Please donate gernerously for my funeral. thanks and god bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-3890542484808070523?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3890542484808070523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=3890542484808070523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/3890542484808070523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/3890542484808070523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-3295739799223397950</id><published>2007-07-25T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:03:44.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello:D Today was quite fun. Actually, I think only Science and P.E was the funnest amongst the others. There isn't much of a choice anyway=.= Whatever lar. ANd i was so bored:( But Julvian came back! And amanda's coming back tomorrow i think:D Yay! I kind of missed her. Well, i'm not that close to her actually=.= Oh poopie? HAHA=.= Right, not funny. Anyway, what else would you feel when your desk partner is not there and you have to sit through school for at least 6 hours?! lonely right? And so you will miss the person=.= Gosh, i sound chim. YAY. Chimnesss rocks. It suits me: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;Well, first two periods were science-At th lab. This time i had a partner. My lab partner duh=.= Chin Yen:D The forever cute and chubby one who wouldn't admit it:D eh heh. Last time Mrs Tan Aye Leng said that we looked alike then she seemed very unhapppy=.= I felt hurt and pain ok. Well, for science we did contraceptives i think. But then all these science lessons i also never learn anything leh=.= Wa lao. I don't even know what a spermduct is. Is it the testes? Whatever lar=.= At first we finshed watching the video then went on copying notes on contraceptives. Later on, Mrs Tan asked, " Why this class forever so dead one arh? Nobody asks me about masturbation." LOLL. So funny lar. Then the rest of the part was quite ok i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After science was P.E. It was quite fun. We did ball games again. I think we'll be doing that for quite a while if i'm not wrong. So anyway, we thoght that if we were late for P.E lessons, we would not ahve to run anymore. But we were [b][u]WRONG![/b][/u] :O We ran six rounds.And our P.E attendance was damn good man. 29/40 people taking P.E=.= I think the absentees were: Grace, Amanda, Rachel, Sarah. Yup, around there lar=.= And there were tons of people not taking P.E Right, back to the point. I ran with Pineapple of course:D Quite fun lar. But she got pink again. Pink is hot anyway. That's what Laura wrote on her diskette=.= After runnning, (everybody cheated rounds!) we carried on with ball games. For our team, we oh-ya-pei-ya-sum again=.= eh heh. My team: Cynthia, Marian, Nisha, Chloe and me. DUH. And the opponents were: Ashley, Vanessa, Chien Wen, ShiPei and Rochelle. Ashley play ball damn funny: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;Yup, so we just sweated it out for a while. But this time we scored into hula hoops!! I can play the hula hoop you know. I tried when i was a goal keeper:D And and, Ms Chua hates me lar. She picked on me again&gt;:( What happened was that I intercepted the ball with my fingertips and couldn't catch it. I also saw it coming for my head. First reaction: Cover your head=.= Not my fualt what. I had a bad experience last week=.= Then the whole class laugh. Very funny hor. Then once i mangaed to hit the ball out of the hula hoop. Then got a lot of conflict=.= ANd and, got once hor, Vanessa caught the ball but she was out. So i shouted out! But no one heard me=.= So Vanessa threw the ball. Then i stopped her=.= Then i think she doesn't want to come near me anymore=X So saddening:( LALALALA.. P.E ended somehow:( OH oh and when P.E ended, Hillary was complaining about Ms Chua when Ms Chua was RIGHT BEHIND HER. Hillary even SHOUTED. OMG lar. I think Ms Chua heard it leh. Not like Hillary cares=.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After recess, Mrs Vincent wasn't there! YES! English is super boring lar i tell you. So i just sat next to Cynthia while she does her totem pole thingy and i chatted with Hillary. Mrs Jayer wanted us to try out our news report thingy and so we did. Then we had to give feedback. she callled me because i was scratching my scab and she thought i wasn't paying attention. HAHA. I WAS!! Bleah. So i gave good feedback you know:D Then got chinese i think=.= Wa lao, Cynthia so daring you know. For some teachers' day thing, we have to take photos of teachers teaching in classes. Cythia Tan actually went to take her handphone out and tou pai lao shi. Got several times when she lifted it up from under her table and took photos. Zhang laoshi obviously saw it but she closed an eye adn gave her another chance. So Cynthia quickly stopped taking and the lesson continued. &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;Math time was slack period:D We just had to find some hexagons and stuff in this complex diagrams. So ya. And hillary was trying to take photos of MRs Lee. Then Mrs Lee saw and said,"If you don't keep your camera, i will keep it for you" LOLL. Of course she keep lar=.= But at least got one photo. Quite good liao:D eh heh. Then later for art, as we are in AEP, we were supposed to have free period but we went for AEP anyway. Redid my freaking totem pole&gt;:( hmphy. then i was supposed to clean this table and i thought only got one sponge. So i was waiting for marian while playing with some stuff. Then Ms Ho flared up and thoght i was a spoilt brat. I replied,"I'm waiting for the sponge" and turned around. I saw Choonkhee with another sponge, cleaning the table which i was supposed to clean. So ya. And she anyhow clean one lor. She made the table ALL WET. And then, i had to clean Cynthia's table. Wa lao. She make the table until like that then i have to clean up after her. Ms Ho hatesme lar. She never do anything except just filling her cup and playing with the totem pole lor. The table was SO MESSY. WTH. so i just clean lar. What else can i do? Then since i have a good conscience, ii took a sponge and helped Choonkhee dry that table. But then it was still wet and ms ho thought i was the one who made it like that. Wa lao. I am always wrongly accused&gt;:( Stupid Choonkhee. &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;We also had to rush up to the SOVA room to kep our totem poles. So i went to. As Choonkhee ledt her water bottle, i had to run down just to take it to her. Just then, Ms Ho confronted me. She said,"Are you really done with your cleaning?' So i just replied yes. And went off. She tried to stop me then i just said, I have to rush because Choonkhee got promenade and i ahe to take hre bottle for her. Wa lao lar. I bet Ms Ho hates me to the core now. Thanks to Choonkhee&gt;:( I was also panting very heavily so i doubt she heard what i said&gt;:( Damn it. Whatever lar. She hate me then hate me lor. What can i do? Ok, that was prettymuch what happened today. Bye bye. Gotta go:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-3295739799223397950?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3295739799223397950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=3295739799223397950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/3295739799223397950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/3295739799223397950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/hellod-today-was-quite-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-1670205308734161839</id><published>2007-07-24T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:18:15.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello again:D OMG. My feet sstinks. GAWD. OMGOMGOMG. It seriously stinks. Gosh lar. And you know i miss amanda:( She won't be in school til thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, I have leg cramps. OUCH. :/ Sympathise with me someone. Yay! Tomorrow got PE too:D Ball time. But hopefully, I won't get injured again=.= Stupid floor. So rough also not enough friction:(:(:( Go dielar. Floor-producing person&gt;:( Hmph. But i was presistent! Ms Chua said so;D I feel honoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, about today's events:Went to meet Weilun=.= Well, Hillary forced me to. Then some conflict. Blah blah. Ok, so in the end, nothing happened=.= Wth. Right, so lame=.= Eh wait, not i lame. Is that stupid idiot&gt;:( I scared Hillary might get hrt, so i better not say his name. HAHA:D Ok, back to project work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-1670205308734161839?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1670205308734161839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=1670205308734161839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1670205308734161839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/1670205308734161839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-againd-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-4204907298502498803</id><published>2007-07-23T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T18:12:05.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was boring as usual. I mean, how much fun can you have with Fausta Tan as your teacher? But science was so FUN:D I am beginning to like Mrs Tan Aye Lengmore:D But i'm straight ok:D I am not a les lar. OMG. I smell Pig's trotters! I go check...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right, i realised that it wasn't=.= I have basically nothing to say=.= And i don't really see the point of posting=.= So ya, dinner time? Bye bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And and and, visit my fanclub! And join it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://weloveangelafanclub.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://weloveangelafanclub.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-4204907298502498803?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4204907298502498803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=4204907298502498803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4204907298502498803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4204907298502498803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-boring-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-837137885682806770</id><published>2007-07-21T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:31:08.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello:D Two main things happened today. They are: Project work meeting &amp; Watching of fireworks:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The project work meeting was at Kelly's house. Originally, we were supposed to meet up in school, but our dear leader realised that there was honours' day today=.= But at least she remembered:D I totally forgot lar. Anyway, i reached there and there wasn't anybody else. So after 10 minutes, Beatrice came. We chatted for awhile while waiting for Kelly and Pearlene:D Kelly sms-ed me, telling us to go up first. So i just asked her a few questions and later, she came down with Pearlene=.= What the heck. We were waiting for them and they were upstairs&gt;:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think when we reached Kelly's house, we were observing her hamster. It was going to die mah=X So sad right? The hand was all red and it kept jerking. Kelly seemed really sad:( But then later, we finally concentrated and worked on the script. We were so pissed off. Ugh.. But our script was super funny:D Kinda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went off for lunch at about 1pm. It was raining then. I ate hokkien mee and drank mango juice:D While waiting for my food, i was sms-ing Choonkhee. There is a new nickname for her now: SUPER DUPER OLD SENIOR CITIZEN(; HAHAHHA:D Who ask her call me woman:D bleah. The hokkien mee was quite nice. But Pearlene took such a long time to eat=.= Finally, we walked back to Kelly's house. It was around 2.30 i think. But then we saw something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly's hamster died. But there was something freaky. It died with its eye open:O And it died in a funny posture too=.= We got a mini funeral for it:D It was a pretty and colourful box that Kelly used. The funeral was quite funny. We tried to close the eyelids of the hamster. So after closing one, Kellly tried to close the other. After it was closed, the other one opened. It was so freaky and funny lar. IT IS MEANT TO BE SAD. Anyway, Kelly filled the pretty and colourful box with saw dust, food, sand and tissue paper. Apparently, Sneakers(hamster) likes tissues:D Then the sand got all over sneakers=.= So she took it out and dusted the sand off. That was when we realised that it had a weird posture. From the front view, it looks like it's doing a kungfu move. From the side, it just looked funny. And weird. It was also so damn funny. After doing all those, Kelly covered it with a tissue and tied the box with a ribbon. Then we said a prayer. Kelly was like," Where should i put it?" Then she just placed it on the coffee table. LOL. Then Beatrice or Pearlene said that it looks like a present and was tthinking about what would happened if someone was to give it to someone. More laughter of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pearlene and Beatrice also started lying on the floor. IT was so funny:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqIzxXOGiiI/AAAAAAAAABo/jKgKJyUYGfE/s1600-h/pearlene&amp;amp;beatrice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089687452021852706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqIzxXOGiiI/AAAAAAAAABo/jKgKJyUYGfE/s320/pearlene%26beatrice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we concentrated and went back to completing our script. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then realised that we were so screwed. It was only 5 minutes long! GOSH, it was meant to be 10 minutes long lar. So we tried to add and add but we gave up and decided to have an online meeting later. Next, we started filling up the meetings journal. Which is also screwed. But nevermind that. &lt;s&gt;We faked ours anyway&lt;/s&gt; Later on, we went to the playground and Kelly and Beatrice playded on the swing. OMG lar. They swing so high. Ugh. IT was so scary lar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, im seriously very tired. Will post next time if i'm free:D Bye bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-837137885682806770?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/837137885682806770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=837137885682806770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/837137885682806770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/837137885682806770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/hellod-two-main-things-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RqIzxXOGiiI/AAAAAAAAABo/jKgKJyUYGfE/s72-c/pearlene%26beatrice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-4939700903736805494</id><published>2007-07-20T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:56:04.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello:D Today was a fun-filled day. It was a day of fun:D YAY. FUNESS. The racial harmony part was ok. But very fun:D Well, after recess, we went to the hall for the um food fair? But then we ate one or two stuff only. But we had cake!! Which was $71=.= OMG lar. So expensive. It was quite nice but too sweet so i couldn't stand it and ended up feeding Marian and Hillary=.= And I wanted to feeed Choonkhee cake, but then she said she has to feed me first. So she did. But SHE DIDN'T LET ME FEED HER&gt;:( But then i offered zhang lao shi cake:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Zhang lao shi, ni yao chi mah? Wo wei ni:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Zhang lao shi(says to as the HMT girls who were there):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ni men kan hui yue duo hao ah. Yu xuan shuo ru guo you extra cai gei. Dan shi ta gei wo chi:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;EH HEHE. i am so prooud. Then we ended up puling people's shoelaces. WARtime. But we had to pick up litter. I fought with Marian.Hmphy. She got that plastic thingy on the floor&gt;:( She kept pulling my shoelaces lar. So retarded run here and there:D Then Choonkhee and baoyi got involved. So funny;D Hillary Cheah was chasing me&gt;:( Shoo Hillary&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, after that was boring part. But thne came the exciting part. LUNCH:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I ate lunch with my sister, Kaizhen and WanNgee:D They were so funnny. I look at them want to laugh. eh heh:D Then went on and  blah blah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep inside the smiles on your face, lies a sad soul, trying to break free.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-4939700903736805494?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4939700903736805494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=4939700903736805494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4939700903736805494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/4939700903736805494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/but-then-i-offered-zhang-lao-shi-caked.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-8058888063642250550</id><published>2007-07-19T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:23:24.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello:D Since i'm so bored when i am supposed to do my project, i shall post. So be honoured that ANGELA THE GREAT is posting when she actually has loads of stuff to do. Which is much much more important than this:D Anyway, Wednesday was quite a fun day(: So I shall post it:D whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday is a FUN FUN DAY:D A day for FUN FUN FUN:D So FUN right? :D This rocks leh.. Anyway, nothing much happened. Actually the fun part comes at PE, ART and AEP:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For PE, we didn't have to run rounds!! YAY! But then no more fun running with Chloe:( So anyway, we played ball games as what we have been doing for these few weeks. Just some throw catch thingy. Then we got a MATCH:D So exciting and fun. But painful for me:( I tripped and pushed marian too. But she just got a red mark while i got my skin torn on my elbow. So ouchie. Then later, got hit by the ball on my chin. I caught it already and i don't know how it hit my chin:( Very pain:( My jaw bone was like stuck. HAHA;D So i was moving it around:D Afterwards, the ball hit my face. It hit my specs and i got cut by my lenses:( Near my eye leh. Very very dangerous hor. And all that happened with Ms Chua as witness lor. So paiseh. I also got a title from Ms Chua=.= I think i got the "most accident prone girl" =.= Sad leh. But she said i was very persistent:D When i got hit i laughed it off and continue. This is my spirit:D HAHAHA;D Then the class clapped for me:D At these kind of moments must be as thick-skinned as you can:D Sweated like shit as usual.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For Art, Cynthia and i had to film an interview:( For the freaking English Project:( It wasn't fun. But it was funny:D It was also super FAKE. It totally sucked. But it proved one point. MY acting skills sucks as usual. Right, as I didn't know what to say and can't remember it in 5 minutes, Cynthia wrote pracitcally the whole thing on the white board. But she used MY marker:D I should get some credit too. Haha:D I was reading off from the board. Minimum eye contact=.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, i had to rush my AEP homework&lt;/span&gt;:( &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But thank goodness Marian and Choonkhee helped me:D They &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCKED. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, only for that moment. But i will forever rock:D But then damn chiong lar... So after that we went for lunch. Actually, we did it half way then we went for lunch:D We ate cup noodles:D Choonkhee and I ate Tom Yam while Marian ate some crabby flavour. I fed Choonkhee prawns and crabmeats:D SO FUN. But then Marian don't let me feed her:( so hurting right? And in order for Choonkhee to swallow my food, I had to eat her crabmeat which she fed me. She give me such a sucky crabmeat lor. So hard and uncooked&gt;:( Hmphy. Cannot feeed me a proper one meh. I gave her cooked and soft prawns and crabmeats thne she give me such a sucky one&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Soon after lunch, we chiong-ed up to our class:D And they help me colour. GOSH, I COLOUR SO UGLY. I need to go back to primary school. I colour nicer when i was in P2 than now lor. Damn it. When we finished it, we went to the SOVA room for AEP:D But my darling couldn't make it:( But i got Marian:D So just chat here and there. Choonkhee wasn't in our group. So sad:( &lt;em&gt;Choonkhee you should feel touched&lt;/em&gt;. I went to check on my plaster thingy which Mrs Zailee did for me. What the hell, too soft. Damn it. The plaster powder too old le=.= So i redo lor. With all the other people who haven't do yet:D But there wasn't enough powder for cynthia's cup. And i think mine was screwy again=.= Oh oh, we went for our break too:D We bought seaweed:D So nice:D Then AEP finished blah blah=.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing much happened. But then Cbubu was angry:( Sorry:( But then i stayed back for Project Work. Ended up slacking and playing with the quite-dangerous-swing. Wa lao. So scary.. Ok, i shall be a good girl now. Shit, the cut and the elbow thingy very painT.T Ahhh.. ok, i shall be a really good girl and do my work. Bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-8058888063642250550?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8058888063642250550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=8058888063642250550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/8058888063642250550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/8058888063642250550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/hellod-since-im-so-bored-when-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-7952900368627479860</id><published>2007-07-17T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:32:11.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hello:D Today is a special day. Why? Because i said so:D no lar. Not special day. Happy day!! Everyday is happyday:D OMG. I am so freaking smart:D Came to school super early today... &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 later for assembly, we went up to the platform to recite the pledge in malay and in english. Then Nia had to say a line then we follow blah blah. BUT WE ARE ACTUALLY GOOD AT THE MALAY ONE!!! But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOMEONE &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;said that we have to do that. And that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said that we have to act as idiots and do that=.= hmph. We were also supposed to emphasise on certain words in the english pledge which we didn't do:D But he doesn't care anyway. &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 usual hymn singing and praying proceeded... Afterwhich there were three candidates for the ex co:D But i didn't pay attention:D i didn't think it was that important:D Hehe.. I sweated like shit lor. So hot=.= LALALALA... Then got math:D I finally finished writing Hillary Cheah's letter.&lt;s&gt;I did it during math.&lt;/s&gt; It dragged on for like a week=.= I feel so guilty:( but it isn't really my fault because i am sitting in the second last row whereas she is sitting in the last row. So she can tou tou de write mah.. Oh and we even had a math quiz. It sucked a bit:D Because i didn't know how to do this question which AMANDA NG knew how to do. Hmph. She too smart liao:( Make me jealous&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;EP time! Cynthia and I didn't really pay attention but Baoyi and Choonkhee were worse off:/ EP was pretty much our slack period:D Got air-con somemore:D Then recess blah blah... For chinese, we went up to the hall for this mother tongue exhibition thingy i think. We just walked around here and there... Marian and Chloe go play with my laces and pull out my scrunchie&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;Science was quite fun too:D We are doing on this topic called Purberty and Sexual Reproduction. There was this time when Mrs Tan was like asking which book we are supposed to bring for that chapter: &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;Mrs Tan: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do you know which book are you supposed to bring for tomorrow's topic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Class: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mrs Tan: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Which one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Class: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Book 2:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mrs Tan: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Woah for that chapter everyone know huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Class: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HAHA: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;That was quite funny:D You should have been there. Oh right anyway, after science was some other stuff lah.. For RME, we went to the AVA or whatever for the video. We didn't know what it meant=.= Well, i didn't xD&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;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Geography!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Debate time:O I was the time keeper for the first round:D Slack time. Actually, i was acting serious:D Then got one part me and Rochelle so paiseh:/ And it happened in front of Mrs helen Tan. What the hell. We had to choose which group was the winning one. Rochelle and me got mixed up and said that curse. But the group that we thought should have won was actually our group: Blessing=.= So WanYing was like Blessing. But she said she had the same point as ours. So we thought that she got mixed up=.= Then i protested and blah blah. Then she pointed out to Rochelle and I that the right side was Blessing. LOL. So paiseh leh.. &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;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Round 2:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We lost:( I hope she will forget the that we have to do a forfeit:/ Please, please, please. I don't want to make a song about dams and sing it:/ We were let off like 10 minutes late=.= And i got my evaluation form from YunLu. I didn't think that i deserved the full marks for pronounciation. She gave me 3/3 then said pronounce quite clearly. I was so nervous that i couldn't pronounce precipitation properly lar. And got one part. Body language: 3/3 Remarks: A bit of funny gestures=.= I was only holding the paper and some of my hands=.= &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;Nothing much happened later on that day. But whatever lar. I am currently in deep shit. Actually not really. But I don't know how to do zuo ye:/ but that can wait:D No it can't=.= I realised that i often contradict myself. That is so saddening. Ok, i shall be a good girl and concentrate on my projects. Bye bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-7952900368627479860?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7952900368627479860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=7952900368627479860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7952900368627479860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7952900368627479860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/hellod-today-is-special-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-7903207636159580823</id><published>2007-07-16T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:50:50.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR ALL MY LOVELY FRIENDS OUT THERE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines, we’ll &lt;u&gt;shine together&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be &lt;u&gt;here forever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll &lt;u&gt;always be a friend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath I'ma &lt;u&gt;stick it out till the end&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that &lt;u&gt;we'll still have each other&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(umbrella:D Rihanna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee hee.. Today quite free:D Actually i'm not. Whatever lar. That isn't important:D I feel chim these days. And that's a good thing. And, I think I ROCK:D Well, you think so too. That's why you're even reading this blog post anyway:D Got stupid geography debate tomorrow. I don't wanna do forfeit!! T.T &amp;&amp;amp; today the computer lab so funny. Me and Chloe turned on and off so many computers lor. HAHAHA;D Then got this keyboard hor, so many keys not there!! Then cannot type. But the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;INGENIOUS ME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; found a way to solve it. i copy and paste certain alphabets. So clever hor. I feel like doind something. Oh right, it's probably guilt. I haven't do my homework=.= Ok, i go do le. Must be GUAI:D Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-7903207636159580823?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7903207636159580823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=7903207636159580823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7903207636159580823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/7903207636159580823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-all-my-lovely-friends-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999852394021300449.post-6132303884949923411</id><published>2007-07-15T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:31:09.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. ANGELA ROCKS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, um, I got pretty much nothing to say=.= OMG, i just realised that i do have things to post about=.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON this quite special day, um... =.= damn it. RESTART. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating lunch, we met my daddy downstairs. HE said that he wanted to buy some DVD player blah blah=.= Soo.. We went=.= We ended up buying a DVD player, laptop and a plasma Tv=.= Well, got some stuff for the laptop which we didn;t need, and got a MP3, programme and a thumbdrive. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found some picture of Elmo:D which is cool. but im cooler:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RponShT3EsI/AAAAAAAAABA/ARc20PQpWF4/s1600-h/elmolovesyou.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RponShT3EsI/AAAAAAAAABA/ARc20PQpWF4/s320/elmolovesyou.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087421928201196226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmo loves me most:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/Rpon3BT3EtI/AAAAAAAAABI/nwYowfS6Mf8/s1600-h/itselmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/Rpon3BT3EtI/AAAAAAAAABI/nwYowfS6Mf8/s320/itselmo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087422555266421458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's elmo! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RpooVxT3EuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zgZOfaLT1IY/s1600-h/f+WORD+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RpooVxT3EuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zgZOfaLT1IY/s320/f+WORD+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087423083547398882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i drew that last last weeek during tuition, i think i should post it anyway. It's so COLOURFUL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RpoowxT3EvI/AAAAAAAAABY/jZB9UoLeicY/s1600-h/star-fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RpoowxT3EvI/AAAAAAAAABY/jZB9UoLeicY/s320/star-fingers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087423547403866866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star!! Formed it dring AEP:D Marian, Cynthia&lt;3, Jade, Nisha and me:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be a good girl now and cmplete my homework:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999852394021300449-6132303884949923411?l=angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6132303884949923411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999852394021300449&amp;postID=6132303884949923411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6132303884949923411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999852394021300449/posts/default/6132303884949923411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelarocksrocksrocksrocks.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yHB5MCkTo5A/RponShT3EsI/AAAAAAAAABA/ARc20PQpWF4/s72-c/elmolovesyou.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
