<?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-2660689423549530051</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:40:19.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>predestined</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-7451023328425493580</id><published>2010-01-03T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:13:19.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year</title><content type='html'>in a vain attempt to ensure that my studies and life do not burn up in flames with the mountains of schoolwork, debate shizz and whatever else life throws at me the year i turn sixteen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am putting this blog on hold, indefinitely (take that fong yew loong i CAN spell definitely, ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least, until the end of nationals.&lt;br /&gt;which will be like, end march or mid april.&lt;br /&gt;well, it is part of THE plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, whatever. bet no one reads this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll end with one last thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-7451023328425493580?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/7451023328425493580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=7451023328425493580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7451023328425493580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7451023328425493580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year'/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-6088684426777698806</id><published>2009-11-30T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:27:15.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what,&lt;br /&gt;i wish i failed every exam in secondary three.&lt;br /&gt;maybe then you'll be finally happy.&lt;br /&gt;cos then every single word you said would be true.&lt;br /&gt;unlike now, where you go on and on about me being an utter failure at my examinations,&lt;br /&gt;when the truth is, not only did i never fail a single subject in my entire life, i still dont get it why you just cant accept the fact that i got 5As, 2Bs and 2Cs for my eoys.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i didnt do as excellently, fantastically, and superbly well as i have always done in almost every single examination all my life.&lt;br /&gt;but get over it, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did averagely for perhaps the second time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;and i did study, i did do my best.&lt;br /&gt;and to me, doing my best is always good enough for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for making me feel like the lesser person than i really am.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for always being disappointed in me, no matter how many As i get.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for trying to make me feel disappointed in myself, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just shutup and quit it already.&lt;br /&gt;this isnt going to make you feel any better, nor is it going to turn the clock back so that i can sit for my eoys again.&lt;br /&gt;and the good lord himself knows this isnt going to help me any way.&lt;br /&gt;so get back to me, when you finally have some constructive advice.&lt;br /&gt;the definition of a failure in my eyes are the people who give up all along the way, as well as the people who put them down several times before they even have a chance to finally stand up are also to blame as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you believe someone else is a failure, then you have failed them.&lt;br /&gt;when you believe you have failed, that is when you finally have.&lt;br /&gt;in these words, you are the failure in my life, not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-6088684426777698806?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/6088684426777698806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=6088684426777698806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6088684426777698806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6088684426777698806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-what-i-wish-i-failed-every.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-2586818611430284701</id><published>2009-11-24T00:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:17:51.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf-Aqp-ifSs/SwrCnJtfIgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UlmZw2cFcMU/s1600/heart_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407348280489091586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf-Aqp-ifSs/SwrCnJtfIgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UlmZw2cFcMU/s320/heart_pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday, at midnight, realisation hit me like a truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(how dramatic right, Zzz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even now, i'm still grinning like a major idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i suppose i am happy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since i finally do know, for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you dont even know that i saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, i'm not going to tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;EN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;H &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;you silly girl, you didnt think that i would forget, did you?&lt;br /&gt;be touched please, i wrote it on my blog, hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-2586818611430284701?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/2586818611430284701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=2586818611430284701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2586818611430284701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2586818611430284701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/11/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_wf-Aqp-ifSs/SwrCnJtfIgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UlmZw2cFcMU/s72-c/heart_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-7553776128967417685</id><published>2009-11-13T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:39:24.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;and for you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll wait forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because it's worth it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're the one that makes me smile just by being there,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anytime of the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashley is happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the lord is my shepherd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is nothing i shall want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i should ever walk in the valley of shadows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no evil would i fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for your crook and your staff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are there to lead the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-7553776128967417685?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/7553776128967417685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=7553776128967417685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7553776128967417685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7553776128967417685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-for-you-ill-wait-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-760866810165508353</id><published>2009-11-03T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:13:26.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of procrastination</title><content type='html'>happy all souls day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;should really&lt;/strong&gt; be writing my speech now for the presentation at MOE on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;but guess what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to access icy tower on facebook,&lt;br /&gt;while watching soccer at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm also highly aware that it's 12.05am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;and anyone want to guess the best part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, sadly, and painfully.&lt;br /&gt;i have the most number of slides out of everyone to prepare for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excellent job, ashley.&lt;br /&gt;you're going to be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i think i &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; dead.  like, i'm starting to talk to myself -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-760866810165508353?l=whispersinthe-wind.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-2660689423549530051.post-4907691397578340927</id><published>2009-10-22T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:43:53.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world,&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know exactly how xm felt yesterday, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;there's no one online that i want to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;the person(s) i want to msg is in school, dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have stooped to a sad, pathetic low of watching chelsea tv.&lt;br /&gt;yes me, a manchester united fan. is watching chelsea tv.&lt;br /&gt;well, there's seriously nothing to watch hmph.&lt;br /&gt;i flipped through&lt;br /&gt;a) la liga weekly highlights on the football channel&lt;br /&gt;b) some cocacola championship match&lt;br /&gt;c) oktots. i think they're showing samsam now or something to that extent. (seriously the tagline is 'it's ok to be happy!')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess chelsea tv is the best choice out of the lot.&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of amusing how they called drogba 'mr popularity', which is kind of a big joke cos ever since i can remember i thought that everyone hated him, including his own teammates.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i just saw some goalkeeper doing a split while trying to make a save :O i knew that they could be flexible, but not THAT flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm blabbering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, training's starting next week. oh gosh. i'm really rusty, and i really dont want a rerun of what happened at ac again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;i really really really need to breathe, speak slower and calm down.&lt;br /&gt;and i really need to start reading and doing research on my articles.&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.. if we want to be good, we have to work hard now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-4907691397578340927?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/4907691397578340927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=4907691397578340927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4907691397578340927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4907691397578340927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-world-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-7829950352712006598</id><published>2009-10-21T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:03:06.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for my 100th post, which i thought i'd never reach. i want to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG YAY THE EXAMS ARE (FINALLY) OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'd never see the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashley is very happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all those people who were there for me when i felt like i was going to go crazy during the exam period, thankyou. you really are an awesome friend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s surrogates is a really nice movie! go watch it (:&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s i never believed i could spend half an hour staring into blank space, but i did. even i amaze myself, sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-7829950352712006598?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/7829950352712006598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=7829950352712006598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7829950352712006598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7829950352712006598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-my-100th-post-which-i-thought-id.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-6225904290466930723</id><published>2009-10-10T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:44:35.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ashley. says:&lt;br /&gt;*cos you failed everything :D&lt;br /&gt;XM~ says:&lt;br /&gt;*):&lt;br /&gt;*if 85% is fail everything, then yeah (:&lt;br /&gt; ashley. says:&lt;br /&gt;*yeah it is. in my world :D&lt;br /&gt;*too bad you live in MY world&lt;br /&gt;XM~ says:&lt;br /&gt;*NO I DONT.&lt;br /&gt;*D:&lt;br /&gt; ashley. says:&lt;br /&gt;*so your world is imaginary :D&lt;br /&gt;*YES YOU DO.&lt;br /&gt;XM~ says:&lt;br /&gt;*your logic is flawed!&lt;br /&gt; ashley. says:&lt;br /&gt;*in what way?&lt;br /&gt;*you're imaginary rmb&lt;br /&gt;XM~ says:&lt;br /&gt;*there is no evidence!&lt;br /&gt; ashley. says:&lt;br /&gt;*YOU DONT EXIST.&lt;br /&gt;XM~ says:&lt;br /&gt;*THEN NEITHER DO YOU.&lt;br /&gt; ashley. says:&lt;br /&gt;*lalalala. YOU DONT EXIST.&lt;br /&gt;*i do. COS I LIVE IN MY WORLD&lt;br /&gt;XM~ says:&lt;br /&gt;*o.0&lt;br /&gt; ashley. says:&lt;br /&gt;*but since i choose to let you exist in MY world&lt;br /&gt;*you are so.&lt;br /&gt;*but in technical sense, you are imaginary :D&lt;br /&gt;XM~ says:&lt;br /&gt;*walao leh&lt;br /&gt;*anyway, i go study now&lt;br /&gt;*since i am non-existant&lt;br /&gt; ashley. says:&lt;br /&gt;*bye imaginary friend :D&lt;br /&gt;*bye.&lt;br /&gt;XM~ says:&lt;br /&gt;*i can fade away (:&lt;br /&gt;*bye&lt;br /&gt; ashley. says:&lt;br /&gt;*i like bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;*bye.&lt;br /&gt;XM~ says:&lt;br /&gt;*o.0 u are random.&lt;br /&gt; ashley. says:&lt;br /&gt;*;D&lt;br /&gt;XM~ says:&lt;br /&gt;**pop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah omg i'm darn bored.&lt;br /&gt;okay i shouldnt be slacking here right now.&lt;br /&gt;i need to go study study study! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. doing english paper 1 and english paper 2 and ss paper all on the same day is no joke. i'm surprised i ever got back the conscious use of my fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-6225904290466930723?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/6225904290466930723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=6225904290466930723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6225904290466930723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6225904290466930723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/10/ashley.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-8765026479832804807</id><published>2009-10-05T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:57:14.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG I'M FINALLY DONE WITH MY SS NOTES !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sri you still owe me your lit notes, y'know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-8765026479832804807?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/8765026479832804807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=8765026479832804807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8765026479832804807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8765026479832804807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg-im-finally-done-with-my-ss-notes.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-1118661054980225272</id><published>2009-10-04T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:40:42.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, hang in there.</title><content type='html'>strength.&lt;br /&gt;determination.&lt;br /&gt;perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking a leaf out of mrs dubose's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;16 more days! we can do this (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He conquers who endures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-1118661054980225272?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/1118661054980225272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=1118661054980225272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1118661054980225272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1118661054980225272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-hang-in-there.html' title='hey, hang in there.'/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-1120274396605114146</id><published>2009-10-02T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:17:03.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today during amath.&lt;br /&gt;i saw stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my brains are turning to cotton wool.&lt;br /&gt;i really need a good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys, i know i've been listless these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i'm going to go nuts studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the whole freaking point anyway?&lt;br /&gt;it's just a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 more days! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i like my english oral marks (: but it sucks compared to the rest of the team though ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-1120274396605114146?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/1120274396605114146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=1120274396605114146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1120274396605114146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1120274396605114146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-during-amath.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-1898253815181273670</id><published>2009-09-19T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:03:19.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised something.&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably the only one who watches van helsing and laughs hysterically at it, scary parts and all.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think that's supposed to be the appropriate reaction to horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder my aunty finds it disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also realised why i dont really get scared during horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;i either only have two reactions.&lt;br /&gt;a) laugh hysterically (perfect example above heh)&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;b) i dont understand what the heck is going on. (in the end i just go, 'huh. what?'. think silent hill, for those of you who know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-1898253815181273670?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/1898253815181273670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=1898253815181273670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1898253815181273670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1898253815181273670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-realised-something.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-5364464699879272073</id><published>2009-09-17T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:13:49.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Could Just See Yourself Now,</title><content type='html'>you have been forwarned, this is going to be a ranting post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know why i even bother getting pissed off anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like such a total waste of energy.&lt;br /&gt;but when i think about it, everything.. just starts boiling up again.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what? you never ever saw where you went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;even though i've said it countless of times.&lt;br /&gt;i've explained it again and again, but you just dont get it, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i dont care about you.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i dont want to be your good friend anymore, the one you can rely on.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i dont want to try to salvage the pathetic remains of our friendship,&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you just make it so hard to do all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant you see it from my side for once?&lt;br /&gt;i need my own space to breathe, to think, to do what i want.&lt;br /&gt;to occasionally go out with my other friends.&lt;br /&gt;without you interfering in all my personal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;that's all i'm asking for, is that too much?&lt;br /&gt;i keep trying to accomodate you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm suffocating under this friendship, and that's not what a friendship's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;i know you're insecure about friendships, about people around you, but seriously, your insecurities are getting overboard, to the point where i cant even take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you, you see nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;to you, it's always me, myself and i.&lt;br /&gt;how people think of you.&lt;br /&gt;that seems to be all you ever care about.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, everyone has their breaking point, and i guess i've reached mine.&lt;br /&gt;i've tried to do what i can to explain to you, to reply whatever you asked me.&lt;br /&gt;i've even taken time out to think really long and hard about the reply.&lt;br /&gt;but you still dont seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;you even demanded that i give in to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even care anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-5364464699879272073?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/5364464699879272073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=5364464699879272073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/5364464699879272073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/5364464699879272073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-could-just-see-yourself-now.html' title='If You Could Just See Yourself Now,'/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-4221111845522306099</id><published>2009-09-06T20:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:58:34.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live by faith, and not by sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;as requested by marian ng, i am updating my blog now (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay anyway so yesterday morning i woke up bright and early (this is starting to sound like some primary school essay Zzz) and met natasha and rochelle at yishun mrt where i was late but rochelle was later . ha, see my theory's right. if you tell someone to meet you at 7.30 you should expect them to come around 7.45. we took a bus to mgs which thankfully we didnt get lost thanks to nat's amazing map reading and place locating skills (: we didnt even walk in the wrong direction, which i bet if you left me and chel to get to mgs on our own we would be lost for two weeks in the bukit timah area, since we both have absolutely no sense of direction whatsoever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;first round was against scgs, which the juniors lost. sigh, the motion was so much into their favor, and it was such an easy debate to prep an impromptu for. the motion was This House Would deny scarce medical resources to terminally ill patients, and they were opp. they could have used all three points that we prepped with them when discussing medical ethnics, like the sanctity of life, freedom of choice and the right to live. but in the end, they just dropped alot of stuff they should have been picking up on. and they werent.. participative enough during the debate. i know exactly how nalli felt now. oh well, i guess we all have to start somewhere, and i remember nat, anna and i lost our first dont know how many debates before we finaly won the second round of nationals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it wasnt that scgs was excellent, but my juniors were just.. not good enough? i dont know. sometimes i feel like it's our fault for not pushing them hard enough, but at the same time, i wish they would put in more effort and actually care more about debate. as in, it's no use if we all push and they dont pull right? okay my analogy sucks. and it's not that bad, they won the third round at least. but according to nat, it wasnt that they were good, it was that both sides were bad but the other school was just worst. i guess we all have to work on it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then it was off to church for the church segment of the north district youth rally. it was fun and embarassing at the same time, cos the youth group made us do this skit and aurielle and i had to sing 'you are not alone' but i ended up laughing so hard at that part that i couldnt sing and aurielle had to sing it alone. sorry ): yeah then we went to hersing hub for the youth rally, where i saw a whole bunch of other ij girls (and i realise grace neo is still shorter than me wherever i go hahahah) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was really fun yet touching at the same time. like cheryl suddenly just fainted infront of us halfway through the kneeling part and we were all so freaked out we didnt know what to do at first. and then there was this part after the kneeling part where they asked us whether we were willing to commit ourselves to god 100% and to choose god as our only true master and stuff like that, and told us to stand up if we did, and for some reason i couldnt stand up even though i tried to and i just continued kneeling there and i dont know why but i couldnt stop crying and i thought no one noticed cos i was trying to cry quietly which was quite fail cos nat and louisa started hugging me in the end. i dont know, i was thinking about how i wanted to commit myself to god, but then i asked myself, if i say yes now, then what about when all those distractions come, and i cant fully fulfill my promise? i dont want to be like those people, who say yes god i'll always be fully commited to you and then after that they just forget god when all the bad stuff happens. as in, it's a big thing you know, saying yes to god and all that, and i wasnt sure if i was ready yet. i guess some day, hopefully during confirmation, i'll be ready to fully commit myself to him. and i know he'll always be there waiting for me, cos that's just how jesus is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess crying and speaking to god at that moment on how i wasnt sure if i was ready made me feel alot better, cos i felt all light and happy after that. nat thought i was nuts during the song cos i kept jumping up and down (seriously hahaha), and she said maybe the holy spirit hit me when i was kneeling down, and that's why i started crying and all. well, maybe? all i know is that it's a great feeling (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah then after our church had to leave first and so they brilliantly tried to stuff everyone into the same lift. i guess the guys were high or something and they started jumping up and down IN THE LIFT, causing the lift to crash at the first floor and we were stuck in there for a whole 50 minutes -.- yeah and everyone's phone lost connection except for nat's and it became really hot and stuffy and difficult to breathe after that. some of them became dizzy and people started to faint, but i didnt get freaked out or anything cos somehow, i still felt really light and happy. i must be either going insane, or the holy spirit whacked me darn hard. so like after 50 minutes they finally got us all out of the lift and really, i was never so glad to have fresh air in my life (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but it wasnt over. on the bus back marianne started hyperventilating and like suddenly nat looked at me and went, 'ashley, i cant remember anything from POA and i feel dizzy', and i was like, 'err.. do you need to puke? if you puke on me i'll kill you.' and she was like 'no. i just feel really tired', and she suddenly collapsed on me. or rather, my bag. and i started laughing at first cos i was thought she was so tired she fell asleep or something, but it turned out she fainted on me. omg, seriously darn freaky la. and then like norres, aurielle, louisa and even the guy who was sitting behind us stood up to see (i think his name is gavin) didnt believe me when i said nat fainted, until i kind of shouted at norres to get someone, which thank god he believed me and did. yeah, but nat came around pretty quickly, which is a good thing. i'd die without my vice captain (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in the end, i guess it was a good thing in the end, that the lift broke down cos it really helped us to see god, especially after the rally and how there'll always be hope, no matter how bad the situation seems. and it seemed like in a way, god was helping everyone get closer to each other through this experience, and i think he just wanted us to see, that he would always be there for us (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s sorry xy i couldnt make it to your homecoming, i promise i'll go next year! (even though i promised last year that i'd go this year hahahah)&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s cath class was awesome today (: i really hope we stay this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-4221111845522306099?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/4221111845522306099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=4221111845522306099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4221111845522306099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4221111845522306099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/09/mgs-u14s-north-district-youth-rally.html' title='live by faith, and not by sight'/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-2369043126670373024</id><published>2009-08-31T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:31:50.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Marian Ng,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you secretly read my blog, because you just admitted that to me today.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm here typing a post to you, cos i know you'll read it (:&lt;br /&gt;it was eons since i last went home together with you, and yes.&lt;br /&gt;i agree you have the worst karma ever.&lt;br /&gt;why do i always have to see people i'm not meant to see when i go home with you?&lt;br /&gt;and i thank my lucky stars for your blurness today,&lt;br /&gt;seeing as how i could drag you away so easily hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i know exactly what you wanted to do, dont pretend that you dont know, you evil little girl.&lt;br /&gt;and, i bet you're laughing to yourself like a maniac now hmph.&lt;br /&gt;fine i've got something to tell you, something i've never told you before.&lt;br /&gt;i like angela ho more than i like you, mihanna.&lt;br /&gt;and i think mihanna is a cooler name for you than marian, so you should seriously get it as your confi name (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of love,&lt;br /&gt;ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. your story is nice, but i havent even got past the first chapter yet. hahahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s am i supposed to link you?&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.s. i am happy today (:&lt;div 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can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-42944350751023365</id><published>2009-08-16T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:01:54.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffocating</title><content type='html'>i never expected our friendship would be like this.&lt;br /&gt;suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;clingy.&lt;br /&gt;i know what you expect from this and i know i did try my best to be the friend you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;but i need my own space to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;to do my own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am a selfish and uncommited bitch&lt;br /&gt;the one who chooses to run away when things get too close.&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part is, i know you need me more than ever now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i like updating my blog so much these days.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, enjoy the sudden obsession while it lasts (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-42944350751023365?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/42944350751023365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=42944350751023365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/42944350751023365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/42944350751023365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/08/suffocating.html' title='Suffocating'/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-5546565176537074111</id><published>2009-08-15T16:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:55:13.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to you, a circle has a million equations, formulaes and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;to me, it was all it ever was.&lt;br /&gt;a circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw amath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-5546565176537074111?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/5546565176537074111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=5546565176537074111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/5546565176537074111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/5546565176537074111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-you-circle-has-million-equations.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-4241395163125669430</id><published>2009-08-15T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:51:25.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg the homework pile is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to study study study and stop slacking pshft.&lt;br /&gt;three tests last week and a whole bunch more to study for next week ):&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wish ij has normal CAs like everyone else and not random tests spaced across five weeks that we've got to continuously keep mugging for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway i'm addicted to the "L is for the way you look at me' song (:&lt;br /&gt;y'know, the one on the ad on tv.&lt;br /&gt;jul had to think of something to do for the dance comm elections and i suddenly thought of that song (dont know why) and now tien and i sing it almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;yes and we finally figured out all the lyrics to it! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;tien tried to teach me the hand actions to it which made physics a whole load more interesting only i dont get how to do heat capacity now cos i wasnt paying attention hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and now english is in the bendtinck room (okay dont ask me how to pronounce that)&lt;br /&gt;but it's really cool and smells like wood, kinda of like ikea (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not weird that i smell the room okay cos i know rochelle smells the room too.&lt;br /&gt;an added perk, i like english wayyy better now, cos i dont know why, it's easier to pay attention with a smaller class. (i usually sleep in english la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear, chem was so anal on thurs. as in, she coudnt stop droning on and on and on..&lt;br /&gt;Zzz. and her, 'girls, are you with me?' seriously pisses me off la.&lt;br /&gt;no obviously we aint with you, you've been saying the same god darn thing for the past half an hour and yes, we got it already.&lt;br /&gt;thank god ms yip came to save us for geog. i've never been so happy to see her in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out that that loo shyue tyng is leaving for japan in EIGHT days hmph. for four months -.- and there's no msn, so i cant talk to him for FOUR months. okay fine la he had better get me something when he comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i've been getting slightly.. irritated (i dont know a better word to use) at some people.&lt;br /&gt;as in, i.. dont know. it's just like, some people are just trying too hard or something, and i just dont like it when people are so.. insecure and oversensitive about stuff. as in, if you're gonna pick upon every nitty gritty detail of everything, obviously people are going to get irritated and push you away right?&lt;br /&gt;haiyo, i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, i  just have to learn how to be more tolerant and patient towards some people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-4241395163125669430?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/4241395163125669430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=4241395163125669430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4241395163125669430'/><link rel='self' 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medium for me to express my thoughts (occasionally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three words: i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i realised i've been saying them alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;three words that seem to be an easy escape from all the questions i need to ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;three words that dont help solve anything, adds more confusion to everything, and doesnt help anyone who's trying to help me either way (sorry lr and yl!)&lt;br /&gt;everytime i ask myself those questions, the same answer goes.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;my mind just blanks out. am i trying to block the hurt i'll feel if i admit what i think is the truth, or am i just numb to everything already such that i dont really care anymore?&lt;br /&gt;i seriously havent got the foggiest clue.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew some answers,&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time. i dont want to know.&lt;br /&gt;what an oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;but aint that how life is half the time?&lt;br /&gt;you just walked in and turned everything upside down all over again, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of not knowing what i feel about this whole thing, what you think, what you're trying to say (if you're trying to say anything at all).&lt;br /&gt;the easiest way out of this mess is to just drop everything and walk away as if nothing happened in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;but that will i be strong enough to walk away, like i did before?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-1553089793220058055?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/1553089793220058055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=1553089793220058055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i never knew someone could be a backstabbing bitch, a slut, a bimbo and a hypocrite all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;well, you just proved me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;you may be disappointed that i didnt live up to your so called expectations,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm disappointed to have a senior like you. no, not only disappointed, the right word to use is embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;thank god you've left. you dont make a difference to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i have lost all respect i have ever had for you, not that you did much to earn it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i know how much you wanted to win, and how much you hate me and her for not helping you win. for not being on your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but you know what? you deserved to lose.&lt;br /&gt;and deep down, i'm glad you did&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-1766141162461112402?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/1766141162461112402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=1766141162461112402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1766141162461112402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1766141162461112402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-never-knew-someone-could-be.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-8888108802777856508</id><published>2009-06-23T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:32:10.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's when i knew, what i've probably known for ages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the first person i think about when i wake up, and the last person i think about before i go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope i know what that means.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-8888108802777856508?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/8888108802777856508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=8888108802777856508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8888108802777856508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8888108802777856508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/06/thats-when-i-knew-what-ive-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-6300694818437832617</id><published>2009-06-10T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:02:23.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gosh i havent posted in agesssssssssss ):&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, if anyone reads this poor ol' blog anymore,&lt;br /&gt;i think i just annoyed rochelle. hahahha, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle says:&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;can u do me a favor and photocopy the hw list for me please?&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;i kinda lost my list&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll scan it over&lt;br /&gt;tonight or latest tmr&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle says:&lt;br /&gt;ok then, i thought photocopying is easier, since i'm meeting u all later&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i have to figure out how to use the photocopier&lt;br /&gt;i only know how to use the scanner&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle says:&lt;br /&gt;chey-.-&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatevs. i think i'm just darn bored now hahahah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do i dare to fall again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-6300694818437832617?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/6300694818437832617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-2660689423549530051.post-2785199801444077919</id><published>2009-04-08T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:36:45.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people just dont know when to stop being bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-2785199801444077919?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/2785199801444077919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=2785199801444077919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2785199801444077919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2785199801444077919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-people-just-dont-know-when-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-2536996439832161537</id><published>2009-03-09T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:35:58.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh jgs are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously dont want to go for scmun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my &lt;s&gt;council&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my country (not the people).&lt;br /&gt;i hate my issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know why i bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right, i bother cos mr tan forced me to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;i should totally have come up with a better excuse, other than 'i want to go play soccer during the march hols'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-2536996439832161537?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/2536996439832161537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-2660689423549530051.post-9186237945747999582</id><published>2009-02-24T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:27:42.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's hard to be tired and pretend to be feeling great instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to miss someone, and then pretend like eveything's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-9186237945747999582?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/9186237945747999582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=9186237945747999582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/9186237945747999582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/9186237945747999582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-hard-to-be-tired-and-pretend-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-1472703874433732136</id><published>2009-02-02T10:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:34:56.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i happen to die in the year of my sec 3 life,&lt;br /&gt;due to whatever circumstances such as information overload, exhaustion or not having a work-life balance or boredom in physics,&lt;br /&gt;please take note that you are invited to my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;please wear red, it was my favourite colour.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and, you are invited fter that to my house and choose whatever stuffed toys you want from my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if by some reason i do not die by this friday,&lt;br /&gt;please feel free to come support us at the first round of JG's which willl be held in ij, 7.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This House Would Deny Convicted Crimminals the Right to Vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIJ Secondary vs St Joseph Instituiton (International)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-1472703874433732136?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/1472703874433732136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=1472703874433732136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1472703874433732136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1472703874433732136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-happen-to-die-in-year-of-my-sec-3.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-129224874084129536</id><published>2009-01-25T02:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:29:20.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm dying from sec 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;literally. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;firstly, JG's (nationals') are in 2 weeks, and that means continuous and intensive training.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, if the teachers havent noticed, we have 9 subjects, and are unable to finish all homework at the same time, and therefore should not pile on homework continuously.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, what the hell is going on with physics? if not for tuition i think i wouldnt have any idea what she was saying. 2 periods - 1 period is spent talking about herself and her family and herself (again) and cath high which is the previous school she taught at and herself again. gosh can we like fast foward? i mean like, no offence, but who cares? and hello, which teacher gives the question before teaching the lesson and expect us to know the answer?&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, i think my ss teacher hates me but i dont really care.&lt;br /&gt;fifthly, everyone's dying from exhaustion already, and it's only the third week. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and sixthly, did i mention that my form teacher is a total gong? oh yeah i just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankgod for cny hols i think we all totally need a break.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, this is really me, and not mr hacker, which if you havent noticed yet, is in fact angela ho no matter how vehemently she claims it isnt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-129224874084129536?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/129224874084129536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=129224874084129536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/129224874084129536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/129224874084129536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-dying-from-sec-3.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-3027249637923382947</id><published>2009-01-03T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:18:40.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MR HACKER UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M GONNA BE A MONK WORHXZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYBODY WANNA COME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEET ME AND THE STUPID BARBIE AT BUKIT TIMAH HILL @ 12 MIDNIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BU JIAN BU SAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-MR HACKER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-3027249637923382947?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/3027249637923382947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=3027249637923382947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/3027249637923382947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/3027249637923382947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2009/01/mr-hacker-update.html' title='MR HACKER UPDATE'/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-5636014129240948408</id><published>2008-12-30T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:45:13.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MR HACKER IS BACK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The funniest thing about this blog post is that by the time you realise that it doesn't say anything at all, it's too late for you to stop reading it. Nice, Dumbass :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; whoever reads this is a &lt;strong&gt;LEEEEEWWZERRRRRXZXZ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till we meet again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MR HACKER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-5636014129240948408?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/5636014129240948408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=5636014129240948408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/5636014129240948408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/5636014129240948408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/12/funniest-thing-about-this-blog-post-is.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-6122352014715477228</id><published>2008-12-30T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:36:50.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLLOOOO WORLD! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHHAHA I HACKED INTO ASHLEY'S BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? Try it! It's free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The password is: &lt;strong&gt;redhotchillipepper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la I'm not gonna do anything mean liao. Bye Bye all you kaypos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-MR HACKER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-6122352014715477228?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/6122352014715477228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=6122352014715477228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6122352014715477228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6122352014715477228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/12/hellloooo-world-muahahhaha-i-hacked.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-445426963536585068</id><published>2008-12-07T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:26:38.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Sir/Madam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your quick and efficient response to my previous inquiry. However, i am disappointed yet again to discover that 18 of my CIP hours have not been recorded down, and despite me having volunteered 50 hours at Yishun Library, only 32 of these hours have been accounted for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in my previous message i provided a breakdown of the hours i have volunteered at Yishun Library, and again, i will provide the same breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th november 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-5pm; 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;21st november 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-4pm; 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;25th november 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-6pm; 7 hours&lt;br /&gt;26th november 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-5pm; 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;27th november 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-5pm; 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;28th november 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-2pm; 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;1st december 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-5pm; 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;3rd december 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-4pm; 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;4th december 2008&lt;br /&gt;11.10am-5.10pm; 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you will notice, the number of hours i have done here, added up, is equivalent to 50 hours of CIP, but yet library records show that i only have 32 hours clocked in. Yet again, you are welcome to check the papers which the library provides to have volunteers to sign in and out when they come for volunteer work to see the number of hours i have completed, if any evidence of this is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to inquire the reason for why my hours have not been recorded correctly, and would greatly appreciate it if this matter was looked into once again and rectified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your kind attention and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-445426963536585068?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/445426963536585068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=445426963536585068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/445426963536585068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/445426963536585068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-sirmadam-thank-you-for-your-quick.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-748030150353269488</id><published>2008-12-05T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:03:12.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;you know i'm damn pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;cos i did cip at the library and they recorded my hours wrong&lt;br /&gt;i did 50 hours,&lt;br /&gt;and they recorded it as 17 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wrote a letter (okay a short email) to them to tell them that they recorded my hours wrongly. here it is, in case if i ever need proof that i did cip there or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to inquire why my CIP hours have not been recorded accordingly as to the actual number of hours I have done in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the breakdown of the number of hours I have done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th november 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-5pm; 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;21st november 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-4pm; 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;25th november 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-6pm; 7 hours&lt;br /&gt;26th november 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-5pm; 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;27th november 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-5pm; 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;28th november 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-2pm; 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;1st december 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-5pm; 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;3rd december 2008&lt;br /&gt;11am-4pm; 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;4th december 2008&lt;br /&gt;11.10am-5.10pm; 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 20th of november to the 4th of december, I have done 50 hours of CIP at yishun library, but yet in my records it has only been recorded down as 17 hours. You can check the paper which the library provides to have volunteers to sign in and out when you come for volunteer work, and added up, I remember quite clearly I should have about 50 hours, as I myself have kept a record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to request to have this matter looked into and rectified as soon as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks xy for helping me edit the letter. i totally owe you:D&lt;br /&gt;i'll be damn pissed off if i dont get them, cos i like wasted 2 weeks of my holidays slogging there.&lt;br /&gt;if you think i'm going to let myself get cheated of my hours, you totally have another think coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-748030150353269488?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/748030150353269488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=748030150353269488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/748030150353269488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/748030150353269488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-7592696319009311438</id><published>2008-12-01T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:08:42.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Manchester City 0 Manchester United 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We have much more money than you do. We are considerably richer than you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a banner hanging in the City of Manchester Stadium during the derby day match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. okay. this just goes to show that wealth doesnt neccessarily buy success. or brains for any matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos,&lt;br /&gt;you may be the richest club in the world, but Manchester United are still the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;champions of england, &lt;br /&gt;champions of europe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;champions of manchester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We are the best team in the world' - as claimed by Manchester City, when Abu Dhabi bought them over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh dude. why dont you try being the best in your own city first, before trying to rule the world. or on a smaller scale, england.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Red card Cristiano Ronaldo defended by Fergie over handball' By David Mcdonnell, The Mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm. as much as i like ronaldo, i have to say this.&lt;br /&gt;what was he thinking?&lt;br /&gt;hello, it's football. keyword: foot. you have to use your feet to play. and he used his hands. uh. dude, we're not playing basketball or volleyball here you know.&lt;br /&gt;he totally deserved to get sent off. and not like he would miss the header anyway from rooney's cross. he could have just headed it. but no, he just had to touch it, didnt he? and with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. and he got sent off just for this, which means he'll miss the next three games. &lt;br /&gt;ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;what a toot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-7592696319009311438?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/7592696319009311438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=7592696319009311438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7592696319009311438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7592696319009311438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/12/manchester-city-0-manchester-united-1.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-3830163330057967430</id><published>2008-11-08T22:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:21:22.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay dedications continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Rachel Roch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey rachel:D even though i know you probably wont see this, i would like to thank you for being there in 2/1. i know we've not been very clsoe and i rarely talk to you in class, i wish you all the best in everything you decide to do in future, and always stay happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Rochelle Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey rochelle:D okay first ups, i admit i didnt really like you in sec one ( okay correction : i hated you LOL) but i'm glad in the past years things have changed alot. i'm glad that finally, we've gotten over the disputes and arguments and i'm really happy to have gained a wonderful friend in the process. even though sometimes i still find you annoying, i think overall you're still quite a nice person. i hope you do well next year, and see you in 3/1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Natasha Rodcrigues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUTTAYE. hahahahah my fated friend:D i guess all along we were meant to be friends eh? i still remember the first day of sec one when you sat next to me during morning assembly. i seriously wnated to talk to you okay, but you just kept staring at whatever it was you were staring at (it turned out to be my keychain, which you later told me) and later on in the earlier part of sec one life, i didnt really talk to you, since we always hung out with different people. well, i'm really glad to have gotten to know you much much way way waaaaay better this year. hahah i really do wish you were going to 3/1 next year. i still remember how we coined the term 'fated friends'. we sat next to each other on the first day of school, we both enjoyed teasing chloe, we both were in the same country the first ever time we went fo MUn training (viva la france!), we had the same probs, liked the same things, wanted to go to the same JCs, take the same JC courses and wanted the same careers! i guess all in all, we are meant to be friends. even though we may be going to different classes next year, i really hope that our friendship will remain as strong as it ever was, and you may do well in whatever you do, expecially your studies. dont stress yourself out too much, i'll always be there for you! and i promise (you can totally kill me if i dont do it) i'll write letters, and reply , plus with more picturistic drawings (: (like finally haha i still owe you letters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Seet Kai Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey kaili! okay you and i arent very close either and highly doubt you'll see this, but here's from me to you and i wish you all the best for next year and the coming years. i really enjoyed having you in the same class. i hope you do well in whaiver class you go to next year (3/1 or 3/2?) and always remain yourself, cos people love you that way(: all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Swee Ping En&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY PING EN! okay i admit that i didnt like you in sec one, cos you always have this scary look, and i think you look intimidating:D but after the few times i talked to you this year, i realised that really, you're a pretty nice person(: even though you and i arent close, i really enjoyed having you there in the same class and you're really a great vice chair! i wish you all the best in 3/3, and hope you do well in whatevr you decided to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Tan Bao Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAB PARTNER!!!!! hahahah hey daddy. firstly, i'd like to apologise for brushing you off in sec one. anyway, i'm really glad we managed to establish a strong friendship after two years of doing lab experiments together. we must be the most screwed up/noob pair of lab partners in class, but really, i never regretted partnering you for lab, even though mrs tan would slaughter us first almost everytime there were experiments hahah:D i'll really miss the fun times we had during science (yes i remember you breaking the test tube and the microscope where we could NEVER see anything no matter how much we tried and the times we cheated for physics experiments (gosh i hate light really,) hahahahahahahhah) and all in all, just seeing you there during science lab periods. i'll really miss you as my lab partner, and withoutg you, i think all the experiments would have screwed up even more hahahah:D i wish you all the best in science (you can do chem formulae writing! just be confident of yourself) and your class next year! oh yes, and remember to listen before experiments hahahah:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Cynthia Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEYHO CYN! firstly, i would like to say: wooohooo go barack obama:D hahahaha. so where do i begin? i have loads of stuff to say to you, so i guess i'll just plunge right in. well, in sec one, i cant say i liked you much for the first part of the year (well cos i partly had the impression you and kel were the same person and i didnt like kel at that time so yeah hahaha), but i'm glad being in the smae clique as you before and sitting in front of you during class has allowed me to get to know you better. even though things in the clique never worked out that well and eventually you had to leave, i really enjoyed the fun times when you were there and i'm really sorry for the things that hurt you in the clique. secondly, i'd like to say thankyou. thank you cynthia, for being there for me and talking to me when lisa left and i had no desk partner. i swear if it wasnt for your entertainment and you sitting behind me, i would have died of boredom, or sunk to a whole new level of self entertainment (not that i entertained myself during class. much:D ) i'll also miss the interesting convos we had about the US election and bad mouthing sarah palin together, and also the times when i told you about how much i didnt like some people (you know who) and you agve me cool advice or just told me what you would do if it happened to you. even though i'll probably never do those stuff, they were highly entertaining(: i'll miss having you not in the same class, and i promise to visit you in 3/4 if you want:D all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Jasmine Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey jasmine:D you and i arent that close so you'll probably enver read this, but here's your dedication. well jasmine, i never really talked to you much these past two years, perhaps maybe because we never really had the same friends or did project together. i seriously thought you were this really quiet person, but you definately proved me wrong, especially with your laughter and when you're with nia. both of you are so entertaining together, and i'll really miss listening in on your convos when you think no one is listening (especially when they made us do cross stitch and no one was talking except for both of you and yes, it was LOUD) i wish you all the best for everything:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Tan Rui Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY RUIYING! okay i know you want your dediation too so here it is:D well, i cant say that you and i were ever close, but i'm glad i got to know you better through mihanna and angela. well, we have two more years to work on our friendship, right? hahahah, since we're both in 3/1 next year. meanwhile, during this hols, work hard and do your best next year, we have the scholars to cathch up to! hahaha. happy hols ruiying, and all the best:D (i hope our bio teacher is Mr T____ HAHAHAHAHHA. you should have joined band luh-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Odelia Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyho odelia:D well, i think you're not going to see this either, but i would like to thank you for being there these 2 years in the same class and for supporting manchester united!!!! hahahah thanks for being the only person in class who supports manutd and cristiano ronaldo:D although we never were close, i really enjoyed the times, though few, when we talked about football and ronaldo. at least there was someone admist our class who didnt celebrate when arsenal or liverpoll beat manutd hahahha:D all the best in 3/5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Tan Yun Lu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey yunlu! firstly, i would like to thank you for also being there when lisa wasnt there and talking to me during class when i didnt have a desk partner. thanks for being there with cynthia:D i'm sorry for the times during OM when i pissed you off or whatever, and even though we never won anything, it was a good experience and overall, i enjoyed working with you. you're a good team member and i'll miss you not sitting behind me during class:D all the best in 3/3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Julvian Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello julvian:D okay firstly, i'm pissed off at you cos of MUN so dont worry. anyway, thanks for being such a great group member during OM and even though we had our differences and problems, i'm glad we managed to overcome them during OM. even though you and i arent close, i hope that our relationship will improve and get better in the next 2 years(: all the best during the hols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Tay Shi Pei &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIPEI! firstly, i would also like to thank you for being there when i had no desk partner. and lisa's right. you're really very entertaining:D i'll never forget the times when lisa and i played pranks on you. (haha remember the graph rulers?) i'll really miss having you in the same class and having you sit in front of me, and also for all the experiences i had with you during OM. i'll also miss those fun times we had during group projects (especially english!) and also poking fun and talking bad about *ahem ahem. also, thanks for the wonderful/emotional class video. i havent watched it since the last day of school cos i'm afraid i'll cry again-.- i really hope you do well in 3/3 and cntinue to excel in whatever you do. all the best(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Teo Chin Yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey chin yen:D i admit, i've not talked to you much throughout the whole two years together in the same class, but i'm really glad we had the opportunity to get closer since the china trip. thanks for being there, you really made the trip fun! i would also like to thank you for the experiences and times we had in OM, and even though we had our differences, i'm glad we kind of sorted it out. i wish you all the best in 3/3:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Sarah Toh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey sarah:D okay, to tell you the truth, when i first knew you i dont know why, but i found you kind of intimidating. these two years, i'm glad i got to know you better and even though we arent close, i often enjoyed your company when you were there. i hope you do well in 3/3 (well i know you will haha) and sincerely wish you all the best for everything you do in the future. i hope we  keep in touch, cos i wouldnt want to miss a friend like you:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Natalie Tong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey nat tong:D my most significant memory of you was when we went to buy duck rice together outside school and you got the free egg. i never stopped calling you free eggs since then:D even though you and i arent really close, i would like to say thank you for being in my class and for being there in my first two years in ij. i'll never forget mun last year when you got stuck with crawshaw and how you didnt like mun after that hahahaha:D i sincerely hope you do well in whichever class you go to next year (3/2?) and that we'll keep in touch:D all the best and stay yourself, free eggs:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Valerie Tong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE DESK PARTNER! hahahahah. okay, even though we both suck at hcl, i cnat wait to sit with you next year in hcl! i'll always remember the fun times (okay cos we made them fun cos lao shi is so boring) we had during hcl. i swear if it wasnt for you these two years i would have been bored dry to death during hcl:D i still remember the time you teached me the cadbury song and we sang it during hcl, and the times when we drew in our chinese textbooks and lao shi took our colour pens and gave us her half-smiling/half-glaring look and we laughed and she gave us back our pens:D i want to draw in your hcl textbook next year again(: but next year we have to pay at least 75% attention during class cos it's chinese o's and i think we'll probably flunk out of it if we dont-.-  i still remember when we first sat together in sec one. you and i barely knew each other, and i'm glad we've come a long way since. i'll miss laoshi too, cos she's so funny and she always makes us laugh even when she TRIES to be strict but fails miserably and then she asks questions and we're the only ones who bother to answer except for chinyen and julvian and we give rubbish answers anyway hahahhahaha(: i'll miss having you in the same class but at least we'll have hcl together! always stay yourself vally wally, cos you send me into peals of laughter that way:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Pamela Yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyho pamela:D okay i know you and i arent close, but i'm glad we'll have the next two years to work on our friendship since we're both going to be in the same class next year:D i really enjoyed having you in the same class these past two years, even though i never did talk to you that much or spent time with you, but i'm really glad i have two more years of having you in the same class. i wish you well this holidays, and i hope we'll enjoy our next two years in 3/1'09 and 4/1'10 together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Laura Erel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey laura:D okay, even though you sit kind of near me, i know i dont talk to you much, and i guess i'm sorry for that and not really making you feel welcome when you first joined 2/1 this year. we never relly got a chance to talk, but i'm gald we'll have this opportunity for the next two years, being in the same next year (boon says you're relly high sometimes:D) see you soon:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes woohoo i'm finally finally finally done with dedications:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to 2/1'08 and 1/1'07,&lt;br /&gt;thank you,&lt;br /&gt;for everything:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-3830163330057967430?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/3830163330057967430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=3830163330057967430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/3830163330057967430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/3830163330057967430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-dedications-continued.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-3350821546830131786</id><published>2008-11-05T21:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:23:36.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dedications up! &lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;(according to register numbers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grace Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyho grace:D thanks for being such a wonderful class chairperson. even though most of the time the class was dead/unresponsive/stone-like you never gave up in encouraging us and pushing us foward. firstly, i would like to say it's been an enjoyable two years with you, and since you're going to 3/1, i get to see you for another 2 more years every single weekday! hahahahahha:D (okay i sound like some person conspiracing to kill you-.-) even though we werent very close in our fist 2 years together in the same class, i hope that the next two years will bring us closer, with even more fun times:D see you in 3/1 next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Amanda Chew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bench mate!!! hahahah i'll always remember the fun times we had during science lab periods when baoyi and i would screw up our science experiments and you and amanda ng would inevitably come and save us. thanks for always being such a great bench mate and i bet we would have gotten killed by mrs tan more times than we had been if you and amanda ng werent there. sorry for all the times during practical periods that i made you pissed off or anything, and eve though we arent that close and perhaps will never be close, thanks for always being there in 2/1:D i hope you do well next year, and in whateverelse you choose to do:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hillary Cheah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hillary! okay i know you'll probably never read this, cos i dont think you even come here but anyway, here's your dedication. even though we had our fallouts in the past, i would really like to thank you for the times when we were close friends, and somehow, we kind of fell out with one another, all because of one person. well anyway, thanks for the great times while it lasted, and even though maybe we will never be as close as were before, i sincerely hope that maybe one day we'll be good friens again. i sincerely wish you all the best, and hope that you'll find great friends wherever you go and no matter what you do:D all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kelly Chung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW BANANA HAHAHAH:D 'do you think if i yell yellow banana she'll hear me?' hahah i still remember saying those words to beatrice one morning when you came into class. and happily, since we're going to the same class next year, i get to yell yellow banana every day! hahahahaha:D i know you're dying to be in the same class as me. quote from kelly: 'ohmygod ashley you are damn retarded i want to be in the same class as you next year' it's been a fun two years kelly and even though i didnt quite like you during sec one especially during orientation and thought that you and cyn were the same person, i know who you are now (wow amazing!) and i think you rock! looking foward to another two years with you where we can die under the immense smartness of the scholars together:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pearlene Han&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEARLENE! even though we arent close, i would like to say thanks so much for all the times you made me laugh cos of your lame retardedness and the entertaining self you always are when you cae to beatrice's table in the mornig. thanks for always being there 2/1 and for being a part of my first two years in ij, and maybe will never get to be close friends, i enjoyed your company whenever you were there:D dont stop being yourself, cos people love you that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Beatrice Hew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey beatrice:D you always made me laugh with your retardedness, and i'll never forget the fun times we had in the morning (we'd be one of the earliest people to make it to class). i'll miss sitting and tlaking to you in the mornings and get entertained during class when you fall asleep or do whatever, cos trust me, i can see you doing weird stuff from where i'm sitting:D i'll visit you in the morning (if you dont find me extra that is) and i'll always miss your company:D i hope we remain good friends, even though we've end up in different classes, cos i would certainly never want to lose a friend like you:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Angela Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;uh, angela. even though it's been 2 years together in the same class, i never really liked you. but anyway, wishing you all the best and hope you'll always be yourself:( &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. i'll write the real one here.&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA!!!!!!!!!! OKAY OKAY I KNOW YOU'RE DYING FOR YOUR DEDICATION SO HERE IT IS. and dont say you arent cos i have evidence *smirks* well, what do i say? thanks for always being there when i called you on the phone and all the time in school, and i'll never forget the fun times we had together in our clique. we really grew alot closer this year, and to tell you the truth (i know you're disappointed) i didnt even know you existed in the first half of the year during sec one. i know you think that since we're in different classes, slowly we'll drift apart and we wont be friends anymore cos you'll dao me and all that, somehow, i dont think it'll happen. 'true friends are hard to find, difficult to let go' i'm no letting youg o that easily:D and if you dont talk to me, i'll talk to you. if you want i'll even write letters. and by the way, i never pangsehed you for xy lo-.- i'll miss being in the same class as you and the pranks we pulled on you which you so sportingly took in your stride, and you never fail to make me laugh, especially the times where we had very public messages sent to each other which the whole class could read and they very kaypoh-ly did. i wish you all the best in whatever you do, friends and family, and i hope you'll stay happy and be yourself always, and that we'll always be friends:D (be honoured yours is like the longest dedication so far) and lastly, i know you've been dying for me to say this, so yes, finally i'll say it, in pen ink (well not literally),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you rock, angela ho, and i love you:D (as a friend only by the way, and i'm sorry to the rest of the world for stoking your ego)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Koh Choon Khee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY!!!! hahahhaha okay, i'll miss calling you that when we go to different classes! if i see you in the corridors, i'll try to remember calling you that! i'll never forget these two years togehter! even though you and i arent that close, thanks for always being there and i hope you do well in your new class and make loads of new friends! and practise always for your guitar, and may you be good at it:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lisa Koh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESK PARTNER!!!! hahahaha i've missed you:D even though you werent there for term 4, thanks for all those fun times i had sitting with you during term 2 and 3. i really missed not having someone there to entertain me (well i learnt how to entertain myself eventually but that's a whole different story and yes, shipei IS very entertaining too). well, to tell you the truth i was kind of scared of sitting next to you (maybe cos you were so tall and black and intimidating hahaha) but seriously, sitting next to you was great. thanks for being the lifesaver when i stoned out in class and the teachers called me to answer questions:D i really owe you big time. anyway, here's wishing you all the best always, and may you have loads of fun in your new school all the time:D and if you come back to ij, remember to say hi:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Laura Kuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURA!!!! first ups, i would like to say thanks for all the great times we had together in 2/1, even though we were never really that close. when i first came into ij in sec one, i still remember the first person who ever talked to me, and it was you. i guess it was awkward then, but we've come a long way since then cos i can sure talk to you free and easy now. even though we arent going to be in the same class, we're going to be in the same cca now that you've moved to LD! hahah. i know you'll miss track and LD will never match up to it to you, but i hope you'll try your best to have fun:D all the best in everything and whatever you do especially concerning M_____, and update me on the latest always! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Nicole Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO FELLOW MUN-ER. hahahaha looks like we're gonna end up in the class after all! i really enjoyed all the fun times we had in MUN together. SERBIA! SERBIA! SERBIA! oops sorry my comp is having slight probs again ahhahahahah:D anyway, you own at reso writing too! and the talking part, cos i suck at that. i always write the reso and ask somehow to say it for me bleah:( and thanks for being there for english debates, i think you were the one who made me calmer instead hahahah:D cos i was totally calm during rebuttal rounds. i hope we bring MUN together to greater heights, and all the best in whatever you do! (dont think you need it though you'll beat all the scholars, hands down:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Lee Chien Wen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey chienwen! my ex desk partner:D i really enjoyed sitting with you in term one, and you really helped me alot, especially with math! hahaha now i'm not so careless anymore. even though we ended up changing seats after term one, i still kinda sat next to you anyway (with the big aisle in the middle hahah) thanks for always being there and helping me with my math probs, and also, for being such a great friend! i'll miss sitting next to you during morning assembly, and the times you always had to share school diary with me during mns cos i forgot to bring my diary (like everyday). good luck in pure lit, i'll miss having you in the same class:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Vanessa Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyho vaney:D woah a year has passed so fast and how things have changed. stuff happened, and in the end you left the clique. well, sorry for all those times i made you pissed off or whatever and for all the problems in the clique, and i guess, we'll never be as close as we used to be, with everything that happened. i'll never forget doing PW together in sec one, and that really taught me a lot of stuff, and even though we screwed the presentation up, we still managed to score quite well:D i hope you do well in njc, and in whatever you choose to do after that in your life. i'll miss seeing you around vaney:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Grace Neo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISHBALL CHEEKS:D hahah i'll miss calling you that during the hols. well, since we're going to the same class, i get to call you that everyday (just like kelly and yellow banana hahahah) i really enjoed doing PW with you in sec one, you're a really great person to do projects with! i look foward to being in the same class as you next year, and maybe even sitting together. even though we arent that close, i hope that our friendship will grow even stronger next year, and the year after that. see you in the same class next year, grace:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Amanda Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey bench mate:D similarly, thanks for being a lifesaver too, when baoyi and i screwed up for lab experiments (there's something that the school lab has against us haha), which is incidentally, every single practical. anyway, i really look foward to being in the same class as you next year, and i hope that our friendship will be stronger, and that we'll hang out more too:D see you next year in 3/1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Marian Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIHANNA! (where's your umbrella? hahhaha:D) well mihanna, there's a whole truckload of stuff i want to tell you but someone, would probably get jealous if your dedication is longer than hers hahhaha:D and i got your letter (like finally haha) basically, i would like to say that thank you, marian, for being such a great friend. you were always there when i needed you, and you're a great person to work with during projects too. (making paper out of vegetables hahahah) and really, i admire your loyalty towards your friends, and through the ups and downs our clique went through, you were always there. i'll miss all the fun times going home with you,(especially the times we went past a particular station and i prayed like crazy (even harder tan i ever prayed in ms wan's RME class) and my crazy plans which, maybe you're right, i'll never carry out, but if i ever do, i'd definately invite you to come see:D even though we're going to different classes next year, i sincerely hope that this will not spoil our friendship, and we'll still be able to talk and have fun as usual. i'll also miss you rolling your eyes at me all the time (i sincerely hope that one day angela's and my experiment of blowing your eyes when you roll them so that they'll get stuck will come true hahahah:D) and all in all, having you there all the time. i wish you all the best in whatever you do, and always stay yourself! oh yes and by the way one more thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think ronaldo is hot, and i still love manchester united hahahhah:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Ng Wan Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyho wanying! i think you're probably not gonna see this either but anyway, i'm still gonna post up a dedication. woah i cant believe it's been two years since the first day we met during sec one orientation. i remember then that i thought you and chien wen the same person, but now, to think of it, i wonder why i made the mistake, since now i can tell the difference between both of you with my eyes blindfolded haha:D even though we've not been really close these past wo years, i hope our friendship will grow stronger, since we're both going to the same class for another two years. all the best in 3/1 next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Nia Syazwani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey nia:D okay you and i dont talk very much but here's your dedication(: thanks for being part of 2/1 and being there these two years. you and jasmine are really funny together and you guys seriously make me laugh (and you talk real loud too when you think no one is listening) i hope you do well in whatever you do, and whichever class you're in next year:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Nisha Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NISHAAAAAAAA! hahahahah my gay friend(: oh my god you damn gay okay. i'll totally miss your gay-ness when you go to njc. i still remember the first day of school in sec one. is eriously wanted to sit next to you okay, but you just stared at me like some freak-.- pfft. bet you're totally regretting not sitting next to me now huh haha *smirks* well, time has gone by real fast and i'll really miss you being there all the time, especially in cca. it's gonna be really different without you there:D and, even though you're leaving, please please continue to sms me! you're smses are like super funny and they seriously brighten up my day (well most of the time) dont emo too much, you're way nicer/prettier/hotter/gay-er when you're happy:D even though we werent very close last year, i'm really glad i got to know you better this year, and i'm glad you're more into the clique now. it's a pity you have to go:( but nevermind, it's a wonderful opportunity and you're right to have taken it:D i wish you all the best in njc, and may you make loads of friends there! i hope we keep in touch (i think we will you love me too much haha) and you remain as gay as ever hahah:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Pon Swee Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH MA! hahah i'll miss your crazy jokes and funny acts when you go to 3/2:( i'll never forget the times we did project together, especially the science investigative project. i'd never be able to score so well for science if it wasnt for turning vegetables into paper:D i love your enthusiasm at everything ah ma, and i wish we were in the same class next year. you're a really great person to work with! i'm sorry for the time si made you pissed off or whatever. i wish you the best of luck for next year, and hope you score well next year! and dont worry too much about science, i'm sure you'll do well:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft, okay, i'll continue dedications later, since angela is so impatient in wanting to read her dedication. so here it is (partially)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-3350821546830131786?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/3350821546830131786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=3350821546830131786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/3350821546830131786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/3350821546830131786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/11/dedications-up-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-4885336566546034650</id><published>2008-11-05T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:06:30.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>streaming results out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got into 3/1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, off to do dedications (finally haha)&lt;br /&gt;bye for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S DEMOCRATS WON! OBAMA IS PRESIDENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-4885336566546034650?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/4885336566546034650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=4885336566546034650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4885336566546034650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4885336566546034650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/11/streaming-results-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-7404751852018345726</id><published>2008-11-04T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:04:25.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;BOON GOT INTO EXPRESS STREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod i dont believe it.&lt;br /&gt;wait replay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOON GOT INTO EXPRESS STREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the-&lt;br /&gt;okay, breathe ashley. no expletives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HIS LEVEL RANKING IS 2ND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he beat me, like, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dang. i'm gonna get shit from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;this is so totally unfair.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in express and he's in normal acad, so duh, obviously the papers will be like light years different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's my level ranking? it's 7th for all those people who want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-7404751852018345726?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/7404751852018345726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=7404751852018345726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7404751852018345726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7404751852018345726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-5009096291815836017</id><published>2008-11-02T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:25:49.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm baaaacck!&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wont update about the china trip yet, cos i still havent figured out how to upload pics which i took like truckloads&lt;br /&gt;i bought angela and xy this pig thingy which i think is super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;EH I BOUGHT YOU THIS SUPER COOL PIG&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;"+| XY |+"&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=8&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;"+| XY |+"&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;You just did not buy me a live pig.&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=1 NO DONT BE A TOOT. THE SINGAPORE CUSTOMS WONT LET ME BRING A LIVE PIG THROUGH TO SINGAPORE &lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;A FAKE PIG&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;I BUY YOU LIVE PIG FOR WHAT HUH&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;"+| XY |+"&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;so it can PIG OUT with me :)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;"+| XY |+"&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;eheheheh omg y do u say it's cool? can it fly :D&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;um, it can splash&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;on the floor&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;into a pile of goo&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;"+| XY |+"&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;HUH REALLY OMG EWWWWWWWWWWw&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;and go back to it's original shape&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhahah&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;no it's super cool i cant stand it hahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think i need to go, have to leave for church soon.&lt;br /&gt;dont know why i have to go again, i went for mass yesterday already in shanghai (even though i fell asleep in homily cos the priest was boring and i didnt know what he was talking about anyway) i told my mum that the mass would be the same cos the readings would be all the same and it's al souls day mass today which i went for yesterday but, no. she wouldnt believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft, so going church again.&lt;br /&gt;well at least i dont have to go for cath class this week.&lt;br /&gt;definately a plus point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-5009096291815836017?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/5009096291815836017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=5009096291815836017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/5009096291815836017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/5009096291815836017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-baaaacck-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-4425283779270099084</id><published>2008-10-24T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:36:52.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i'm gonna make this fast, cos i have to leave by 9.45&lt;br /&gt;i have to wake up early tomorrow, see. (early as in, 4am pfft)&lt;br /&gt;cos tomorrow i'm leaving for china for the twinning programme and the flight leaves at 8 something so have to be there at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so anyway, yesterday was the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;it was also the last day of our sec 2 life and, our last day as 2/1.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it seemed as though it was just a day or two ago that we first sat down next to each other during sec one orientation and just stared at each other and now we're all leaving to go to different classes, and for nisha and vaney, different schools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was just a damn depressing day and i think the weather knew it too cos it rained and there wasnt assembly so we couldnt sit in the courtyard for the last time together as a class. Dang. and i love morning assembly cos we all sit together as a class, and in register order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after having prayer and pledge in class they showed the class video. it was so sweet and touching and i was talking to cyn then and yeah, we both cried. the video just related our entire 2 years together as a class and how much we've grown since the beginning when we just stared at each toher like strangers to getting into our own cliques but all in all, still staying bonded and well, staying 2/1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the dance studio, to listen to jo teo's talk. she had an elongated version of what she does daily during morning assembly (complain about us, us and more about us) and yeah, she talked about obeying school rules next year, wearing school uniform properly, not yelling at each other from across the road blah blah blah. the usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had an hour of recess hahahahaha. nothing special, ate with clique as usual, and also ate like a pig. i wonder, will we still sit like this together as a clique next year? and be able to chat about anything and everything under the sun? i think that even though our clique's gonna spilt cos chel and i are going to 3/1, and nutty, mihanna and angela are going to 3/3, and nisha's going to njc, yes, i think, somehow, we'll still remain good friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god made us individuals,&lt;br /&gt;but life made us friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything happens for a reason. our clique has been through thick and thin, major arguments, and even hard-core-spit-out-the-food-in-your-mouth laughing. basically, we've been through everything to form our clique. i dont believe it'll fall apeart that easily, and i'm sure, we wont let it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends forever,&lt;br /&gt;whatever the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to nisha, mihanna (marian), nutty, angela and rochelle, i love you guys, and i'll be there for you, rain or shine(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after recess, went back to class and stoned again. took loads of pictures, with nisha's phone. HAHAHAHHAHA. I MANAGED TO SNAP ANGELA'S SHOT. but ran around the class after that trying to evade her cos she wanted to snap my photo with cyn's camera-.- talked to cyn about combi choices again. dont worry cyn, i'm sure you'll get into 3/3:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked back up to dance studio for principal's talk. only mrs lee wasnt there so mrs alex, mrs wong and the school counsellors talked to us-.- basically they just nagged at us and  told us to be saf3e during the hols and dont neglect our school work blah blah blah cos next year sec 3 is a big jump and if we dont study we'll die blah blah blah.  took a super cool clique photo which i will upload here once i ask nisha to send it to me and i figure out how to upload pics. yes i know i damn noob can pfft. then they had prize presentation for interclass games. we won dance 2nd, overall 3rd(: yay cos like we've progressed so much since before where we always got last for dance-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went back to class to get our report books. received some commendation letter by the school and the official results and ranking. we already knew our ranking beforehand so yeah, wasnt that excited to receive the report book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was all over. the school bell rang and yeah, we said goodbye to mrs tan for the last time as she walked out. we got hillary and odelia to stall her and the entire class rushed down to the area between st raphael's and st gabriel's block and while like practically everyone could see, we sang the barney song to mrs tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she cried.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone started crying towards the last part.&lt;br /&gt;but we managed to keep singing anyway, until the end, when we all walked back up to class where everyone just stood around crying. and then we all hugged everybody, and said goodbye. then the entire class went to seal up mrs tan's pigeon hole with paper hearts, and stood aorund waiting for her to come out of the staff room but she wasnt there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to rush home, cos of the AMC prize presntaiton thingy and the whole class disappeared to dont know where.the prize presentation wasa  total waste of time, cos it was so boring and so many people went up and gave speeches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one was listening anyway, so like, who cares-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh okay i'm so gonna miss 2/1. &lt;br /&gt;we've come a long long way.&lt;br /&gt;this isnt goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;we'll still see each other in the corridors, and besides, all the pure science classes will be next to each other, so we can walk over anytime and tlak.&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys,&lt;br /&gt;always(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do dedications when i come back from china.&lt;br /&gt;YES! 9.30. finished blogging just on time:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to twoone08, oneone07,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, I'll be there for you, &lt;br /&gt;when the rain starts to pour. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you, &lt;br /&gt;like I've been there before. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you, &lt;br /&gt;cause you're there for me too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-4425283779270099084?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/4425283779270099084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=4425283779270099084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4425283779270099084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4425283779270099084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-im-gonna-make-this-fast-cos-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-1978329388979047150</id><published>2008-10-18T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:44:24.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhh. okay.&lt;br /&gt;i need advice on my subject combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm deciding between three classes, so tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/1 - triple science, pure geog, ss/lit (9 subjects, including pure geog. pure geog is optional)&lt;br /&gt;3/2 - pure chem, pure physics, ss/geog, pure lit OR pure bio for the eighth subject (8 subjects)&lt;br /&gt;3/3 - pure chem, pure physics, pure lit, ss/geog (8 subjects)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, before you say anything, listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really like lit, and out of the humanities, i like geog the best.&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt really do well for lit. this time at least.&lt;br /&gt;and out of the humanities, geog also scored the best result. &lt;br /&gt;but, IJ's lit results are fantastic. like reallly good, so if i take it, i have a higher chance of scoring an A for O's.&lt;br /&gt;my science is good, but. &lt;br /&gt;if i go 3/1, i'm afraid i wont be able to cope with 9 subjects next year and i'll have breakdown or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;but if i only have one humanities subject, and if i dont score well for O's for that subject, i still have to take that in my L1R5 anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so, &lt;br /&gt;ss/geog or ss/lit?&lt;br /&gt;and if i go to 3/1,&lt;br /&gt;should i take the ninth subject, which is pure geog?&lt;br /&gt;but will i be able to cope with 9 subjects? i dont want to study day and night and you know, 3/1 will be filled with like 20 scholars, so like the competition will be very tough.&lt;br /&gt;but if i go 3/2, will one humanities subject be enough to get me a good L1R5?&lt;br /&gt;and if i go 3/3, i cant take triple science, and. it's pure lit. and i dont want to read two books and i dont like lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i guess you can see the dilemna.&lt;br /&gt;so please, help me(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-1978329388979047150?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/1978329388979047150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-2660689423549530051.post-3705514999279396156</id><published>2008-10-16T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:03:16.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant be fantastic at every freaking subject, you know.&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;it's not as if i didnt try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did. i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've got such high expectations,&lt;br /&gt;why dont you just take the freaking paper yourself?&lt;br /&gt;it's not as easy as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-3705514999279396156?l=whispersinthe-wind.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-2660689423549530051.post-2029146677375825190</id><published>2008-09-28T00:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:07:39.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO. &lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering why i'm blogging at 12.30 am in the morning i dont know why either-.- but if i blabber rubbish or sound dead, sorry cos i'm falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what to blog about either, so let's follow xy's suggestion and blog about his *coughs* DESIRED *coughs* topic, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOYS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay they're the reason i wanted to go to a girls school. cos i couldnt stand their incessant nonsense in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end. no offence to no one in particualar unless you're seah yi liang and melvin ng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently dying from doing notes on charlie gordon.(ihateliteratureihateliteratureihateliterature) scene 26, and i already lost all symnpathy for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. OKAY I ADMIT THIS POST IS BORING. whatever, dont have the motivation to update,and the commentator for the arsenal vs hull city game sounds like some dead monotonous broken recorder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished two papers last week, english and hcl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english: okay.&lt;br /&gt;hcl: screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english i chose descriptive essay in the end out of the topics below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) write about leaving your class at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;2) describe a person who did something to make a difference in your life&lt;br /&gt;3) write about something that will worry you in future&lt;br /&gt;4) playing with fire&lt;br /&gt;5) 'students are spending too much time in school" so you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ques 1, currently have no emotions about leaving 2/1.YET. so yeah, couldnt make up any feelings. ques 3, i didnt think the marker would want to hear how much i dislike alot of the cow school people and how i'm worried what prank they'll pull next. ques 4, after writing about fires alot in primary school didnt have the motivation to write about another fire again. and i couldnt think of any story relating to the figurative meaning of the title. ques 5, didnt feel like arguing that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i chose ques 2, and i made up a fake person and how she made a difference to my life blah blah blah (i know you're hoping it's you angela:D but i said, FAKE PERSON.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH I JUST LOOKED UP AND I REALISED THAT HULL CITY'S JERSEY COLOUR LOOKS HORRIBLE. seriously, orange and black stripes dont match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so anyway, english compre was about energy and coal mining. i think i screwed up summary and didnt keep to word limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL, i did the 私函 and 报章报道. i didnt know what the 公函 ques was talking about anyway. Paper 2 totally screwed up. i didnt even finish, and i didnt get what the 综合填空 passage said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's it. ( i blogged, hope you're happy now xy:D) 2 papers down, 6 papers to go. i think i'm not gonna study home ec, and just crap the paper out, and see how much i get. and i think i'm gonna screw up hist, cos i have no idea what she's talking about, and i didnt lie or say anything wrong that day, ms yeo &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; a better teacher. just cos she's new, doesnt mean she's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-2029146677375825190?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/2029146677375825190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=2029146677375825190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2029146677375825190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2029146677375825190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-1526471295519236547</id><published>2008-09-20T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:41:18.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took an IQ test, here are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You got 2 questions right out of a possible 15.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took 8 minutes to complete the test. &lt;br /&gt;You got a bonus for finishing quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We estimate your IQ to be: 134&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thanks, i know i'm brilliant:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-1526471295519236547?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/1526471295519236547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=1526471295519236547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1526471295519236547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1526471295519236547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/09/took-at-iq-test-here-are-results.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-493950710523588387</id><published>2008-09-05T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:34:09.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>during ep with angela and nisha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"some people are born great, some people live great, some people die great, and some people decompose great. this is said by angela the great" - angela ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the quality of a person's life is not measured by the amount of bananas he/she consumes in one lifetime, but whether he/she turns into a banana in the end" -angela ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if love is blind, i am blind. if love is great, i am great. what is love? love is me." -angela ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angela: i am smart&lt;br /&gt;ashley: i am special&lt;br /&gt;nisha: but i am the best&lt;br /&gt;angela: none of us were good in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL doing ep with nisha and angela is so funny we laughed like crazy and then only got one scene done-.- but we finished the voice recordings (thanks to me but basically i did the entire thing cos it's like a monologue and so i'm the only one talking.) oh my god i sound like an over act cute five year-old in the recordings-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today's mummy's birthday. went out for dinner and celebrated. walked around a bit and went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i'm falling asleep so i'll end here. bye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-493950710523588387?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/493950710523588387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=493950710523588387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/493950710523588387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/493950710523588387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/09/during-ep-with-angela-and-nisha-some.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-7194948098956832526</id><published>2008-08-24T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:14:37.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: do not make me laugh in the next three seconds. if i choke and spit my milkshake out i will kill you&lt;br /&gt;angela: okay. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;two seconds later&lt;br /&gt;angela: does xy wear thongs? can you ask him for me?&lt;br /&gt;me: -chokes for five seconds (i swear the milkshake almost came up my nose)- ER. what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to print home econs script and the printer couldnt print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: MUMMY! come here! the printer cant work again.&lt;br /&gt;mummy: what's with the printer now?&lt;br /&gt;me: see luh i keep pressing then still cannot print&lt;br /&gt;mummy: eh you didnt put the plug in of course cant print luh (shows me the plug)&lt;br /&gt;me: oh right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-7194948098956832526?l=whispersinthe-wind.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-2660689423549530051.post-8810045256638111553</id><published>2008-08-23T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:49:26.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;my myopia is terrible&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;what's your degree&lt;br /&gt;*care Ex-Happyface Company DJ &lt;3 Metal Royalties says:&lt;br /&gt;oh i am Harvard Degree&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=1 yeah right xy and i've just been announced supreme ruler of the universe&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;as in your spectacle degree you whacko=.=1&lt;br /&gt;*care Ex-Happyface Company DJ &lt;3 Metal Royalties says:&lt;br /&gt;oh spectacle degree! the Fireworks Spectacle of course!&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=1 &lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;fine glasses. the one you use to see=.=1&lt;br /&gt;*care Ex-Happyface Company DJ &lt;3 Metal Royalties says:&lt;br /&gt;oh Transparent Glasses! den can see the gas coming out of the soda pop&lt;br /&gt;*care Ex-Happyface Company DJ &lt;3 Metal Royalties says:&lt;br /&gt;i oso gt the Olympic McDonalds Glasses!&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=1 xy. is today i-am-trying-to-be-the-most-annoying-person-ashley-has-ever-met day?&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;FINE WHAT IS THE DEGREE OF YOUR SPECTACLE LENSES&lt;br /&gt;*care Ex-Happyface Company DJ &lt;3 Metal Royalties says:&lt;br /&gt;OH I GET IT!&lt;br /&gt;*care Ex-Happyface Company DJ &lt;3 Metal Royalties says:&lt;br /&gt;actually i dont know there are so many numbers on the stupid card&lt;br /&gt;*care Ex-Happyface Company DJ &lt;3 Metal Royalties says:&lt;br /&gt;one of them is a 100&lt;br /&gt;*care Ex-Happyface Company DJ &lt;3 Metal Royalties says:&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it's hundrede?&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=1 OH MY GOD XY YOU MEAN YOU DIDNT GET IT&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;oh pfft&lt;br /&gt;*care Ex-Happyface Company DJ &lt;3 Metal Royalties says:&lt;br /&gt;i got this card i dont know how to read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-8810045256638111553?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/8810045256638111553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=8810045256638111553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8810045256638111553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8810045256638111553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/08/ashley-says-my-myopia-is-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-855062744985923664</id><published>2008-08-19T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:29:13.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pffft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking. &lt;br /&gt;should i lock my blog?&lt;br /&gt;cos i have no idea who &lt;strong&gt;exactly&lt;/strong&gt; reads it.&lt;br /&gt;and somethings, well let's just say i dont want SOME people to know.&lt;br /&gt;like this for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a person who is indecisive and cannot think for herself/himself loses all my respect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to talk about what i mean by this, but i cant and i dont want to cos the person may read this and get offended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's my blog. i should be able to say what i want right? but it's ironic, that a place where i can exercise my freedom of speech doesnt allow me to say what i want, and i guess this is the reason i havent been blogging too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have alot of things to say, but i dont want some people to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISA'S LEAVING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god how i'm not gonna have a desk partner:( and i dont want to sit with AHEM (the person sitting in front to the right of me) sitting alone will bore me to death, and i'll probably fall asleep. i never thought i'd say this, but i'm gonna miss lisa when she leaves:( she's AWE-some:D (laughs alot and takes all my crazy ideas and weird jokes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. i dont want her to go. i'm going to miss her so much:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you do things for yourself or do it cos other are doing it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-855062744985923664?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/855062744985923664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=855062744985923664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/855062744985923664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/855062744985923664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/08/pffft.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-3487104328321422958</id><published>2008-08-06T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:40:26.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;well basically i feel like i stuck carrots up my nose and cant breathe properly and my voice sounds nasal-.- in simpler terms it just means i sound like i'm pinching my nose  and talking at the same time. which makes my voice high and especially whiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate people who have whiny voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what. now my ribs hurt too. like when i press them-.- and i'm not sure if it was pe cos it started to hurt a little during the warmup already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my entire body is screwed up now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i hate being sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-3487104328321422958?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/3487104328321422958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=3487104328321422958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/3487104328321422958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/3487104328321422958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-6709679596900468599</id><published>2008-08-04T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:01:28.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised it's been a long time since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;almost a month.&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway today i was surfing on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i came to a realisation (woah epiphany here!)&lt;br /&gt;how different i am from emily and the rest of my primary school clique now.&lt;br /&gt;(i dont think they'll even read this so i'm gonna just say what i want to say)&lt;br /&gt;all except wenxin, whom i can still relate to.&lt;br /&gt;but the rest, well not quite.&lt;br /&gt;it's just not the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;not wrong, but just different.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel, and i think wenxin feels it too, that we grew up, and somehow, we left them behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that the path they took was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel they could have done so much better.&lt;br /&gt;i guess we just took different paths,&lt;br /&gt;and now it's like we dont inhabit the same world anymore.&lt;br /&gt;like we dont share the same dreams and idealogies and the same topics to gossip about anymore.&lt;br /&gt;not like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;we all used to want the same things. &lt;br /&gt;but now it's difficult to even have a proper conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the point is we all grew up, and in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that they chose their path, and i chose mine.&lt;br /&gt;i dont regret going to ij, never have, never will.&lt;br /&gt;if i could turn back time, i would still write 7004 on my dsa form, and not 3007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy with the path i chose,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'm kind of sad that we didnt take the same path.&lt;br /&gt;but i felt that if you keep sticking with your old friends,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never grow. you'll just be the same old you.&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt want to just be the same old me, never seeing the rest of the world, getting to meet new people, and just sticking to the tried and tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is all part of growing up, aint it?&lt;br /&gt;you just have to leave someone behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologies if you didnt understand this post.&lt;br /&gt;it was meant for myself.&lt;br /&gt;cos truly, what's a blog if you cant say what you want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-6709679596900468599?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/6709679596900468599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=6709679596900468599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6709679596900468599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6709679596900468599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-realised-its-been-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-2098948471815569526</id><published>2008-07-05T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:44:16.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of falling in love? : &lt;br /&gt;Totally loving love. I'm IN love&lt;br /&gt;(TAKEN FROM XY'S BLOG)&lt;br /&gt;Happyface Company DJ &lt;&lt;1st In The Ayer - Flo Rida feat. Will.I.Am&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;oh and the loved one i cannot say :$&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;eh tell me! i swear i wont tell anyone. even if it's angela:D&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;i can keep a secret okay! my senior entrusted me with hers:D&lt;br /&gt;*care Happyface Company DJ &lt;&lt;1st In The Ayer - Flo Rida feat. Will.I.Am&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;NO I HAVENT EVEN MET HER&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;smirk1 who is she&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;tell me!&lt;br /&gt;*care Happyface Company DJ &lt;&lt;1st In The Ayer - Flo Rida feat. Will.I.Am&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;nah canno0o0o0ot say :D&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;*care Happyface Company DJ &lt;&lt;1st In The Ayer - Flo Rida feat. Will.I.Am&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;wait i love to arouse suspicion so i shall do thi&lt;br /&gt;*care Happyface Company DJ &lt;&lt;1st In The Ayer - Flo Rida feat. Will.I.Am&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;this*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*care Happyface Company DJ &lt;&lt;1st In The Ayer - Flo Rida feat. Will.I.Am&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;what if the person i like is not a girl? smirk1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD YOU'RE GAY?!&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD&lt;br /&gt;*care Happyface Company DJ &lt;&lt;1st In The Ayer - Flo Rida feat. Will.I.Am&gt;&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D suspicion aroused :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-2098948471815569526?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/2098948471815569526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=2098948471815569526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2098948471815569526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2098948471815569526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/07/ashley-says-are-you-afraid-of-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-6154772585267202040</id><published>2008-07-03T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:35:22.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i admit. i havent updated in eons. (i bet nisha is leaping for joy now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main reasons: &lt;br /&gt;i cant think of what to say.&lt;br /&gt;i cant be bothered to update.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so anyway. i shall have to save the RMUN and IMUN stuff for another time. but rest assured. i'll talk about them. someday:D i'm like brain-dead now. but regardless, i had loads of fun at both MUNs, and made loads of new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU RMUN ECOSOC 2 AND IMUN GA3!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the first week of school. i realised that i'm kind of still in holiday mode. oh well, thank god i dont have any major tests in term 3, cos i'm sure i would have flunked with flying colours. i'm positive i didnt give 100% attention in class in the last two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont pay much attention in english and hcl, but i've never had anyway, so it doesnt make such a huge differance. but what surprises me the most is that i now find math a total bore. i dont know what got into mrs wong over the hols, cos now she's teaching like super slooooooooooow. i feel like sleeping in math class now. and i only 'wake up' when she finally asks us to do the practice questions, almost at the end of the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i deleted four entire paragraphs from here. cos i dont want some people to read it) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just going to say this. any moron can score at math. all he/she has to do is practise. (and paying attention in class kind of helps too) without practice, draining the pacific ocean of water would be easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practise makes perfect, and after all, rome was never built in a day anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-6154772585267202040?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/6154772585267202040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=6154772585267202040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6154772585267202040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6154772585267202040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-i-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-1188678531550531408</id><published>2008-06-18T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:29:54.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, havent updated in, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update soon, i promise. the holidays were great! except for the whole mountain load of homework i have to do (note that it is in present tense. i havent finished homework yet-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i only have higher chinese left. argh. this is why i never liked chinese. the homework is either a book review or a holiday journal, so that means i have to read a chinese book, cos i didnt go on holiday this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;NO. FREAKING. WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i came up with a brilliant idea. which was to read the english version on the book i chose, 红楼梦. so that i'd remotely understand what the book was blabbering about. but guess what, the english version is as incomprehensible as the chinese version. so being the utterly brilliant genius i am, i came up with another solution:D which is to use my old blog post on my holiday to thailand and translate it to chinese. HAHAHAHAH. admit it. i AM brilliant(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've got to go. i predict my mummy's gonna start nagging at me in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five...&lt;br /&gt;four...&lt;br /&gt;three...&lt;br /&gt;two...&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, there she goes.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-1188678531550531408?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/1188678531550531408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=1188678531550531408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1188678531550531408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1188678531550531408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-havent-updated-in-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-81050205288508663</id><published>2008-05-23T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:44:30.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. i am damn pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;and for once not at those cows either.&lt;br /&gt;it's the damn bloody security guard at my school. &lt;br /&gt;please luh, all he ever does is just sit there and read his damn news papers. &lt;br /&gt;like he's doing anything constructive to help the school just by doing that. &lt;br /&gt;yeah you know what he should totally get the nobel prize for the most efforts put in to protect the security of the place-.- cos i bet if a bunch of monkeys wearing purple boots and yellow hats walked in and he wouldnt even notice because he's just sitting there so absorbed in his news papers.&lt;br /&gt;please, there's a reason for securtiy guards you know. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO WALK AROUND THE SCHOOL TO ENSURE THAT EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT, not sit there in yor bloody guard post and read newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder all the prices are getting inflated now, the government has to pay salaries for people who are just wasting everyone's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was already late to meet mummy for lunch and she was like complaining to me on the phone. so like i rushed out and he yelled at me to get back in and told me to use the side gate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number one, you shouldnt yell at me. i'm not deaf or hearing impaired you know.are you blind? if i was i would be wearing hearing aids. maybe that's why you need to yell. cos you cant hear your own voice-.-&lt;br /&gt;number two, dont expect me to respect me and do what you want me to do if you start yelling at me and trying to intimidate me,. it's not working fyi. it just degrades yourself in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;number three, hello. i suppose you never heard the word 'reason' before? it's amazing how you are still able to comprehend the newspapers when you dont even know such a simple word. maybe you should go read the oxford dictionary instead of stting there and read the newspapers. like hello, cant you give me a reason why i shouldnt walk that way? cos i dont think it says in the school diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i was like very late already. i just went 'please i'm already late'. but no, you just had to yell at me and force me to take the longer route right, as such making me miss the train and having to wait another 6 minutes for the train to arrive. and so i was very very late to meet my mum. and my mum was like going on and on about me being late on the phone and that stupid ass was yelling on my other side, and my mum heard it, and she was like 'who's that yelling at you?' and i just got damn pissed off and went, right in front of the idiot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i dont know luh! the stupid sercurity idiot wont let me pass through his bloody place. i dont know what's his fcked up problem. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont care if he heard it. i just walked away while he was still yelling like a guy just released from a mental asylum. whatever, he can go complain to jo teo if he wants. i couldnt care less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he thinks i'm going to get knocked down by a car, please, he's definately got another think coming. firstly, i'm not even walking on the damn bloody road and if i recall correctly and from the last time i checked, wow, cars WERE ONLY supposed to be on the road. and secondly, there were no cars driving up at that time, so what am i supposed to get knocked down by, the phantom of the opera's invisible automobile? sheesh. i think he would get knocked down first before i get knocked down luh. i mean like i'm only walking pass there for the most only ten seconds. but he, on the other hand, is just sitting there for like god knows how long reading his damn newspaper. and please, that's like the reason i have eyes you know. like i can see when the cars are coming, unlike him, who is staring at his newspaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i recall correctly, he's the idiot who told asked me which school i am the last time, when i was wearing the school uniform. sheesh. blind much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, dont know what kind of security guard are you man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-81050205288508663?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/81050205288508663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=81050205288508663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/81050205288508663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/81050205288508663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/05/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-2124805809503788904</id><published>2008-05-14T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:20:04.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;omg not you&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;ms think out of the cold storage boxes&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;i know it!&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;no(:&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;what do you not know?&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;no what?&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;uhh so you know nothing&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;i see&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;i still know&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;no you still know?&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;no. i always know(:&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahh so you always know that?&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont know(:&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;omg, this is pointless&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;i know(:&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;i know i've managed to annoy you. successfully=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;hi and btw, i'm mary queen of scots&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;and i'm harry king of chamber pots=.=1&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;much later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happyface Company DJ          &lt;&lt;1st Bye Bye - Mariah Carey&gt;&gt;          The Poet And The Pendulum         says:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;s&gt; u knw sometimes i feel like a girl  &lt;/s&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM NOTHING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-2124805809503788904?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/2124805809503788904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=2124805809503788904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2124805809503788904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2124805809503788904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/05/ashley-says-hi-ashley-says-i-know-chloe.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-8303507142931503401</id><published>2008-05-13T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:43:11.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is amazing how, even across a continent and even though we live in different hemispheres, i still manage to annoy chloe(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;what do you do thr in detention?&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;sit and stone&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;do your hwk&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;its during lunch period&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;OH. okay. bring your lunch and eat thr?&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;don't want to&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;i have meetings&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;with who smirk1&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;DEBATE meetings and s&amp;e meetings&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;sheeeeesh&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;stop thinking out of the box&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;s&amp;e?&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not. you are imaginning out of the box?&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;wait. where did you get the box from?&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;cold storage?&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a box here&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;SHEEEEESH&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;society and environment&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a box either&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;society and environament? what do you do? collect boxes and start trying to think out of the box with those boxes?&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;omg stoooooop&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;OR AHAHAH I KNOW. YOU PUT THE BOX OVER YOUR HEAD AND SEE WHETHER YOU CAN STILL THINK WITH THOSE BOXES ON.&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;THEN IF YOU CAN'&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;IT MEANS YOU HAVE THOUGHT OUT OF THE BOX!&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;ASHLEY&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;I APPLAUD YOU&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOU'VE DONE WHAT NO ONE ELSE HAS DONE&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;what have i done? I KNOW I SHOULD WIN A NOBEL PRIZE FOR THIS&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;I'M SURE&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOU'VE ACHIEVED A GREAT DEAL MORE THAN MARIE CURRIE&lt;br /&gt;chloe                 supergirl! says:&lt;br /&gt;LAMENESS BEATS BRAINS HUH&lt;br /&gt;-ashley; says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm not lame. 'm just taking all of your words out of context. and annoying you with it(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-8303507142931503401?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/8303507142931503401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=8303507142931503401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8303507142931503401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8303507142931503401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-amazing-how-even-across-continent.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-310872935577836402</id><published>2008-05-13T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:28:08.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today we had math trail at sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun(:&lt;br /&gt;grouped with rochelle, marian and angela.&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys for my birthday present! hahah i love you loads. and i love the shirts you bought me too(:&lt;br /&gt;and thanks nisha for your present. i love it! and not only cos it's red(: haha and cheer up yeahs? i'll always be there for you(: (even though i may seem like i'm not really there sometimes) &lt;br /&gt;and nutty didnt come to school today. which means i had less people to bug:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so anyway. math trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH. MY. GOD. I. FELT. LIKE. KILLING. THE. FACILLITATOR. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously he made me cry. kind of.&lt;br /&gt;only cos i was laughing so hard i started tearing at his um... (okay i dont know how to put this in a nice way) uh. spastic retardedness and blurness and immense lack of math skills? sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the carlsberg skytower station and there was this question on how long the carlsberg thing would take to move to the top of the tower. and i dont know why but i think my brain wasnt functioning properly today or something. and we got the question wrong. and the guy came over and explained to us that we were supposed to take distance divided by time and blah blah blah and all that to get the answer to that question. only we used the wrong numbers=.= and of course the answer to the next question was wrong too cos we were supposed to use the answer from the first question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to redo the question, and like i got the answer which was to find the height of the viewing from the ground or whatever. and we had to use the answer from the previous question which was the time taken to move to the top of the tower which was 1 min 30 s and the speed was 1.2m per sec. and my answer was 108m. so we called the guy over to check the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: um is the answer 108m?&lt;br /&gt;guy: no. it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;me: why?&lt;br /&gt;guy: how did you get the answer?&lt;br /&gt;me: uh i take the speed multiplied the time to get the distance.&lt;br /&gt;guy: what speed?&lt;br /&gt;me: *points to the booklet* there. it says the speed of thing to move up to the top is 1.2m/sec&lt;br /&gt;guy: where did you get the time?&lt;br /&gt;me: from the previous question&lt;br /&gt;guy: how did you get the time in the previous question?&lt;br /&gt;me: HUH? didnt you like tell us how to get it just now? the other distance divided by speed luh!&lt;br /&gt;guy: huh i did?&lt;br /&gt;me: *starts laughing very hard until my insides hurt* (gosh i cant believe anyone can be so uhm, lacking in the math department. and retarded. and blur)&lt;br /&gt;marian: ignore her. yeah what? we took the speed multiplied by the time luh.&lt;br /&gt;me: *continues laughing uncontrollably* (okay i know its wrong to laugh at other people's deficiencies. but seriously i cant help it this time) &lt;br /&gt;guy: oh. wait uh. let me see first. wait how come the time is 1 min 30s and you get 90s?&lt;br /&gt;me: *in between peals of laughter* because 1 min 30s is 90s ( i think i started tearing)&lt;br /&gt;guy: oh yeah. wait let me see. i think the answer in my booklet may be wrong. you know i didnt even look at the question.&lt;br /&gt;guy: OH YEAH! the answer is 108 m&lt;br /&gt;me: *still in between peals of laughter* WELL YEAH. THAT'S WHAT WE'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU FROM JUST NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. i totally wasted 10 minutes of my life talking to him. sheesh. and later he still smiled brightly at us and said "HAHA I FAILED SEC ONE MATH. BUT I MANAGED TO GET AN A DURING O-LEVELS" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's like one of the wonders of the modern world. right after the wonder on how esplanade hair guy ever became a prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world never fails to amaze me sometimes. (and angela that's not because it's amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday i went to borrow where rainbows end at central library. and i was so happy i finally found the book that after i borrowed it, i just had to flip to the last part and read wehther they ended up together in the end, and guess what,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LAST FEW PAGES OF THE BOOK HAD DROPPED OUT. AND SO THERE WAS NO ENDING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went 'OH MY _______ GOD' which means i blashphemed-.- (which also means i have to go for confession. i think it goes 'forgive me father for i have sinned', and not 'bless me father for i have sinned')&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. okay. i dont care. i'm so gonna buy the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow we're going to get our results.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so doomed.&lt;br /&gt;doomed.&lt;br /&gt;doomed.&lt;br /&gt;doomed.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-310872935577836402?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/310872935577836402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=310872935577836402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/310872935577836402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/310872935577836402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-we-had-math-train-at-sentosa.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-8460075995891316489</id><published>2008-05-12T10:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:44:51.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. this is like my 50th post.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'd never make it.&lt;br /&gt;well whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, it's 10.15 am on monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;(oh god i sound depressing, but i promise you it'll get better)&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M NOT IN SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. i didnt pon school okay!&lt;br /&gt;(my mum will kill me before THAT happens)&lt;br /&gt;today happens to be marking day. so later i'm going out(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm wasting my time here waiting for that rochelle sim bao yun to answer her phone. and i bet you 10 bucks that lazy pig is sleeping like a dead log now.  sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my presentation on saturday went great (to me anyway). and thank god there was only like one director there. okay two cos one walked in half way-.- and he only asked me two questions, which waas kind of easy to answer(: but i was so relieved after the presentation that i couldnt care about anything else, and i forgot to attend the other presentations, especially the ones with my allies-.- oh well. i'll just ask them to tell me what their presentation was about luh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we kind of embarrassed ourselves during fashion parade auditions-.- well whatever, it's over now so i shant think about it. and thanks nutty, for making me feel way way way less nervous before my presentation. i love you loads(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i know i sound even more depressing than before. so i shall tlak about something happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANCHESTER UNITED WON THE ENGLISH PREMIER LEAGUE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the seventeenth time!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. AND I KNOW IT'S BAD BUT I DONT FEEL BAD THAT CHELSEA DIDNT WIN.&lt;br /&gt;okay i hope that sentence makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;but i know if manu didnt win,&lt;br /&gt;i'd spent the entire of june and july and august and the whole of next season hating and cursing chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and ronaldo scored his 41st goal!&lt;/strong&gt; wooohooo. but it was a penalty. but a goal is a goal. so i dont care(:&lt;br /&gt;and i was so happy that manu won that i sat through thte entire trophy presenation and everything *grins brightly*&lt;br /&gt;well up until my mum went "oh for god's sake can you go sleep now cos those idiots will be cheering and jumping around and lifting their trophy until the cows come home"&lt;br /&gt;so of course i went to sleep. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but manu won!&lt;br /&gt;they won.&lt;br /&gt;they won.&lt;br /&gt;they won. &lt;br /&gt;they are champions of england again.&lt;br /&gt;champions of england 2007/2008&lt;br /&gt;okay i know i sound like a retard now.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that rochelle sim finally decided to answer her phone.&lt;br /&gt;and they want to go j8 for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;NO FREAKING WAY AM I GOING TO J8 OR BISHAN.&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;over my dead body.&lt;br /&gt;haha but i cant go anyway, cos i'm going out with my mum later.&lt;br /&gt;so i shouldnt even be panicking(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think my mum's gonna start nagging at me soon.&lt;br /&gt;so bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-8460075995891316489?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/8460075995891316489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=8460075995891316489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8460075995891316489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8460075995891316489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-4365753982582859983</id><published>2008-05-02T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:02:36.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going to be fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;in two minutes.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh i'mn scared.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, thirteen years old. &lt;br /&gt;oh crap i hear the clock chiming.&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall make a wish at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;i'm very scared.&lt;br /&gt;oh crap one minute.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye thirteen years old.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you,&lt;br /&gt;crap i dont want to be fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;i have less than a minute&lt;br /&gt;shit shit shit.&lt;br /&gt;oh this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;bye sweet thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD IT'S MIDNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I'M OFFICALLY FOURTEEN,&lt;br /&gt;I'LL MAKE A WISH.&lt;br /&gt;okay, 12.01 am. &lt;br /&gt;i am offically sweet fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;god, i sound depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-4365753982582859983?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/4365753982582859983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=4365753982582859983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4365753982582859983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4365753982582859983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-going-to-be-fourteen.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-2220146786034520715</id><published>2008-05-02T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:32:15.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am now 13 and 365 days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am precisely half an hour to turning fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i know i should feel happy. and excited.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember, &lt;br /&gt;when i was eight,&lt;br /&gt;i wished i was fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;and now that i'm turning fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was eight again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wished i could have turned back time.&lt;br /&gt;then i would have seen that you really did care.&lt;br /&gt;i was just blind enough not to see it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-2220146786034520715?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/2220146786034520715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=2220146786034520715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2220146786034520715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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not like they can do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SO ANYWAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah wooohoooo i finally finished OM! oh my god even though we didnt win anything it felt so great when the competiton was finally OVER(: haha now i'm freee on sundays and all, and i dont have to worry about OM for like, forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pon-ed cath class today! okay, i shouldnt be happy about that-.- cos technically, i'm skipping out on god. but not like the cath class teacher talks about anything interesting anyway, and even if the topic was interesting, he makes it sound like the most boringest subject on earth. god, i cant believe anyone's voice could be so monotonous. like it goes on and on and on. Zzz. and then there's this another teacher who just keeps rambling on about his two daughters and boasting about how fantastic they are-.- thank god it's only two years more. or i shall die out of eternal boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and i jumped 201 cm for standing broad jump! wooooohoooo i'm so so so so &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;! i jumped the first time and it was like only 198 and the second time i jumped it got to 195-.- but the second time wasnt counted cos according to the teacher i moved (but i think it was cos i kept saying shit and was cursing all the way) so he let me jumped again! that teacher so rocks, whoever he is (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, after that super long blabbering paragraph about pft, the rmun forum is up! and costa rica is nice(: but iraq sounds uh, way way way kiasu-.- no offence i swear she knows enough about drug trade to take over the world -.- and she's scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are like only 3 games left to go for the epl, and manu are only 3 points ahead of chelsea. ahhhhhhhhhh, and they are playing chelsea this weekend! -panicks and runs around in repeated circles pulling my hair- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's all for now. i'm going to eat my dinner, over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s today is a very significant day in my life,it marks the 1 year anniversary of getting my contacts! (okay, i can hear you muttering 'lame' under your breath) but it is a very important day as it is the day i stopped wearing those hideous pair of specs(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-2844899876219575078?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/2844899876219575078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=2844899876219575078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2844899876219575078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2844899876219575078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-decided-that-i-shant-be-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-8987234197728735067</id><published>2008-04-14T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:27:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SHUTUP. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUTUP.&lt;br /&gt;shutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave me alone okay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have enough things to do, without all of you being such losers and annoying the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seriously, get a life. and meanwhile, improve your english, it cant even save a cow from drowning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-8987234197728735067?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/8987234197728735067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=8987234197728735067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8987234197728735067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8987234197728735067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/04/shutup.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-1186987086220593544</id><published>2008-04-05T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T19:06:12.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today had to go back to school to run 2.4km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so super hot luh. and the teachers made the sec twos run at around 10+, so basically we were all dying of heat stroke. even those who were sitting down and taking the timings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i walked down with marian and rochelle to the grandstands and OMG ROCHELLE WAS BEING DAMN LAME:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rochelle: haha i brought spongebob today&lt;br /&gt;marian: huh?&lt;br /&gt;rochelle: tada! (shows us her yellow water bottle with spongebob's face)&lt;br /&gt;me: er.. okay.&lt;br /&gt;marian: omg rochelle you are damn lame luh&lt;br /&gt;rochelle: at home i have three water bottles and i gave them all names! this water bottle is called spongebob cos it has spongebob on it. and my pink nike one which i bring to school everyday is called nike! and i have another one which is blue which i dont like and i call that one bluey.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh. okay&lt;br /&gt;marian: (ignores rochelle)&lt;br /&gt;rochelle: in fact all my stuff have names. i like giving my stuff names. (smiles brightly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally it was our turn and i cant believe it BUT I LOST TO ANGELA HO BY 0.02 SECONDS. sheesh. but i improved my timing from last year by 1 min and 30s. ahaha. nevermind, i still get the same grade as her anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went for lunch with rochelle, marian and angela at toa payoh. there were like so many schools doing flag day. and rochelle was being paranoid that we would be caught not wearing our pinafores-.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home by myself cos angela and rochelle and marian wanted to go the library and my feet were hurting like shit. then at admiralty i got up and i think i saw one of the fat asses. he was standing there the whole time and i think it was him but he turned his head when i was gonna look at his face-.-  so i dont know whether it is that fat ass or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. gahh. our OM performance was TOTALLY SCREWED UP. i broke one of the glasses, by accident-.- i dont think we're even ready for the competiton luh. whatever. i just want it over and done with. then i'll be freeeeeeeeeee(: and i can take comfort that i'll never do this bloody thing again. and i'll be free on sundays! woohoo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's only seven days left, till it's all over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday they said there was cca so we waited like 1+ hour in the PA room. and there was nothing to do so the juniors asked me to help them with their geog map reading. Zzz. i cant stand one of my juniors luh. she like never even listen in class at all, and she has HELEN TAN as her geog teacher, which is still way better than mr jiow who cant teach geog to save a cow from drowning-.-then the seniors came in and said there wasnt cca today-.- sheesh. so went to my mum's office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had to bring that piano cardboard thing and it was damn big and i had to drag it to bugis. then while walking to my mum's office there was this woman who just had to stand right in the middle of the walkway and talk to her boyfriend, and she was like blocking evryone's way. wth. and she dont even want to move. so i just stood there with the cardboard thing (and there were like people behind me waiting to pass) until she finally decided to move her big ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then reached my mumis office and we went out to eat(: omg the chocolate brownies and ice creamwere niceeeeeeee(: and so was the vanilla milkshake. then went back to my mum's office and finished some of the  math homework, before my dad fteched us and we went to eat dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arsenal vs lpool later at 7.40. hahah i'm going to go watch. but i dont really care who wins. but i hope liverpool do. then arsenal will be officially out of the title race(: ahahahaha. i know i'm mean. but i think arsenal is like probably the one most likely to steal the title under manutd's noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it's best to get them out of the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-1186987086220593544?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/1186987086220593544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=1186987086220593544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1186987086220593544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1186987086220593544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-had-to-go-back-to-school-to-run-2.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-8298778641438529191</id><published>2008-04-03T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:01:46.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;for now i see it truly clear,&lt;br /&gt;the total bitches you all were&lt;br /&gt;and i cant wait for the damn day&lt;br /&gt;when you all can just get the hell away&lt;br /&gt;then i wont have to work with you anymore&lt;br /&gt;seriously, why dont you all just go slam your head against the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perseverance. tolerance. and patience.&lt;br /&gt;if i can survive three years under that bitch in dance, i can certainly survive less than a week with &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-679270205854990586</id><published>2008-03-25T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:51:49.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG TODAY WAS DAMN FUNNY. cos as usual angela was being extremely entertaining:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LD ended early today so nisha and i went back to class and angela and i decided to be nice people and continue cleaning the paint off the floor (in the end angela ended up being the only one who did it cos i got distracted doing someting else halfway) and we wanted to use newpaper to rub the turpentine on the paint so angela had to get the newspapers out of her locker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angela: shit, i cant get this locker to open (pulls at the lock)&lt;br /&gt;me: (ignores her and looks at the bottles of turpentine)&lt;br /&gt;angela: ashley, this is all your fault (continues pulling at the lock)&lt;br /&gt;me: (continues ignoring her)&lt;br /&gt;angela: OH, i realised something. it's the wrong locker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so anyway. then went to mrt with marian and choon khee and bao yi and marian and i decided to scare them , so we were like thinkin up of some ghost story(which of course was not real), and then there was this weirdo guy coming out from the underpass and he was playing with his dentures and HE SERIOUSLY FREAKED ME OUT. COS HIS TEETH WERE LIKE POPPING OUT. and guess what i did, i started laughing. like alot. and that guy started staring. and baoyi started scaring me by telling me how that guy would stalk me home-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then while walking at the underpasss, there was this guy WHO WAS DRESSED EXACTLY LIKE THE FREAKY DENTURES GUY and marian started to tell choon khee about how that guy was stalking us and i think the guy heard cos he tuned around and stared at us-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm ending here. i've got to go memorise the english poem for presentation tomorrow. and i was right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manutd did beat liverpool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and arsenal lost to chelsea &lt;/strong&gt;(take that nutty and marian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so which means, &lt;strong&gt;manutd are officially top of the table&lt;/strong&gt;. finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-679270205854990586?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/679270205854990586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=679270205854990586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/679270205854990586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/679270205854990586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg-today-was-damn-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-4247787827941780876</id><published>2008-03-21T20:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:49:29.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i shall post about something happy today, cos nisha says i'm always pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm still pissed with those losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came up with a new word. "LOSERATION' AHAHAHHA. (and i came up with it before those losers pissed me off) i thought of it during oral comm, cos mrs roch was talking about 4 syllable words and i was like "aha, i know LOSERATION!' and nutty and angela started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, they were laughing alot. cos all of them said my expressions are freaky and really funny, and kept laughing about my expression on wednesday during poertry slam when i thought of the next two lines to the poem. and nutty kept laughing when i wrinkled my nose -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, we werent listening to whatever mrs roch said-.- cos we were laughing too much, and too hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. and i managed to eat dumpling noodles this week without ANY disasters occuring, and i sat infront of angela ho, which is a huge accomplishment. cos something always happens when i sit opposite angela and eat-.- and i kept hijacking her potatoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got into the rmun junior team. grandmummy told me and i was like 'huh, how come?' and she was like '(gave me that look) what do you mean how come?' LOL. it was funny, and grace and i kept asking mr tan questions about the mun thing, cos we wanted to waste time as they were having HHF. and i stood beside choonkhee at first and she was like, 'why are you so enthu?' -.- i wasnt okay. i just felt high, and the whole aerobics workout was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after good friday mass today(it was sooooooo long, and i think i fell asleep during the homily. i dont think my mum noticed though. sorry jesus), we bought back food, and wen xin came over and we watched material girls. and i think i fell asleep half way through-.- oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i made gmail account! for projects only that is. i wanted it to be chocolateromance0305@gmail.com, but i decided not to, as then everybody will think i like chocolate, which i dont. wait i do, actually i like the WORD. not the food :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i LOVE the princess diaries! as in the books and the movie, cos last night those idiots were bothering me and got so pissed that i on-ed the tv and started flicking channels, but there was nothing interesting on the football channel so i turned to channel 5 and they were showing the princess diaries, and the movie made feel less pissed (:  and, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRISTIANO RONALDO IS NOW OFFICIALLY THE MANU WINGER WITH THE HIGHEST GOAL TALLY IN A SEASON. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. it was soooooo cool, his 33rd goal of the season. it was this free kick which flew into the air and then dipped like a lot and then flew into the back of the net. i saw the replay. and my mum allowed to watch manu vs lpool this sunday! woohoo. but my dad will probably be back then, so he'll most likely go on teasing me during the match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT I KNOW MANU WILL WIN&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks angela, emily and wenxin, for talking to me on the phone yesterday when i was pissed. it really made me feel, um. less pissed :D and guess what, i was thinking who to call and i dont know why i just pressed a number and called and i realised it was chloe's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still wished she was still here. i really miss her. but i talked to her on msn and told her the entire thing, and she made me feel better too. well, i guess i totally agree with what angela said, &lt;strong&gt;'true friends are never apart, maybe in distance, but never at heart'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for april. cos chloe's coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boon MAY be going to the st nicks fair, cos wenxin asked him too. but i asked him just now if he was going and he just smiled and shrugged and said 'i dont know' &lt;br /&gt;-.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm ending here.&lt;br /&gt;over and out.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that i used alot of 'ands' in this post -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥like a rose,&lt;br /&gt;trampled on the ground&lt;br /&gt;you took the fall, &lt;br /&gt;and thought of me,&lt;br /&gt;above all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-4247787827941780876?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/4247787827941780876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=4247787827941780876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4247787827941780876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4247787827941780876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-8670747850191298068</id><published>2008-03-20T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:30:58.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gahh. my week went damn. horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, my wallet got stolen. gahh. screw it. so as a result i have to go make a new EZlink card, and a new cashcard and a new library card -.- and you know what, i went to make a new one and guess what, i had to bring my birth cert there and i didnt bring it so i have to do it another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm shorter than rochelle, by like 0.5 cm. but she's heavier than me by 4kg. HAHAHAHA. but she says that muscles weigh more than fats, but i still have some muscles from dance and karate last time, and i still can spilt, PLUS I HAVE HIGH METABOLISM. AHAHHAHAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, and my parents are going to shoot me for my lit mark, and guess what, i dont know where i went wrong cos ms jo teo hasnt returned our exam scripts yet. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my science group yelled at each other today. but it's okay now. i mean we solved our problem about the project. well, kind of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's it. i'm going to change my handphone number. i'm really damn pissed with those fat asses. and other people in their school who dont even know me but enjoy pretending to be SOMEONE and keep smsing me and calling me,even when i tell them i'm busy having tuition or i'm in cca, and you know what, when they call me they dont even say anything but they just start laughing. god, what's wrong with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whatthehell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that SOMEONE just allows them to do so, and that's HIS phone. and i'm supposed to acccept the apology, AGAIN? i mean like if it happens one time, it's okay, but a second time? and i dont even know who the hell they are, nor do i care, nor do i want to know. grhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREW THEM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, i dont want to screw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY SHOULD GO SCREW THEMSELVES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please, is their vocab limited or WHAT?! all they use is so many vulgarities and expletives. if they are all soooooo free, why dont they go do something constructive, such as increaing their maturity level, as apparently they all are as mature as five year olds. i mean like, which part of "LEAVE ME ALONE' do they not understand? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you just defined idiot, with a capital I. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he really cared, how did they get his phone? if he really was sorry, how did they even know my number? if he really meant this apology, how come it went on for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, whatever. you know what, i dont give a damn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe everybody in their school is like that. so it cant be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, birds of feather flock together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-8670747850191298068?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/8670747850191298068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=8670747850191298068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8670747850191298068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8670747850191298068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/03/gahh.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-3303836553591522782</id><published>2008-03-11T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:35:31.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh right, who's being the hypocrite and bitch now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and am i supposed to be pissed at you after what you did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWS FLASH:i'm more pissed at myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for being dumb enough to be your friend in the first place. not to mention my disappointment towards my own judgement skills. i thought you were a nice person, a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it just goes to show my judgement skills need a bit of polishing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos if you're a good friend, the dictionary defination of 'good friend' would have to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont care what you do/say/shoot yourself/whatever from now on. it's none of my bloody business anymore. why? cos i dont have and dont need friends like you. and if you plan to bitch about me, well, here's a personal invite from me to go ahead and bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead, see if i care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-3303836553591522782?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/3303836553591522782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=3303836553591522782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/3303836553591522782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/3303836553591522782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-right-whos-being-hypocrite-and-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-40304986352528807</id><published>2008-03-07T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:33:45.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, joy. the holdiays are here. i'm going to have such a relaxing nice fun holiday as i have a light homework load with only one math wkst and one english wkst and reading the geog primer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and i also have 8 PROJECTS TO COMPLETE. seriously, the school is trying to kill the starplus students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the projects are:&lt;br /&gt;-poetry slam; that 'i love my friend' poem (this is rubbish. i dont really care)&lt;br /&gt;-oral comm; habits of mind presentation (counted for CA, so i have to remotely care a bit, or rochelle will slaughter me alive)&lt;br /&gt;-OM (i love my group, but this project is a bloody waste of time too, and adds to the increasing stress levels)&lt;br /&gt;-Science Investigative Project (project i care about the most, since it's counted in SA, and the most worth-doing project out of them all)&lt;br /&gt;-Career Options; psychiathrist (waste of time too, i dont even know what to do for this one. and if i be a psychiathrist when i grow up, i bet the wacko people around who come to see me will just become even worst -.-)&lt;br /&gt;-english debate (Zzz, whatever. dont really care. just go there talk crap and everything will be fine)&lt;br /&gt;-english poem project; (this project is actually one of the few projects that is not a complete waste of my time and will be actually fun to do, unlike almost all the projects above)&lt;br /&gt;-LD poetry night; (it's fun, but super tiring and stressful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoopeedee.&lt;br /&gt;such a nice holiday. i'm going back to school like almost everyday, might as well not have a holiday at all. just go to school as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i dont see the point of having march holidays. it's like we still have so many things to do anyway. and after the end of day prayer today the teacher still told us to 'have a wonderful holiday and have lots of rest so you'll come back nice and fresh' -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so smart huh, how do you expect us to have a'nice holdiay' when we have so many things to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz. i'm going to have such a nice holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-40304986352528807?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/40304986352528807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=40304986352528807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/40304986352528807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/40304986352528807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-982298053120049684</id><published>2008-03-04T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:51:30.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a hardy rainstorm filled all the potholes in the streets and alleys,a young mother watched her two little boys playing in the puddle through her kitchen window. The older of the two, a five year old lad, grabbed his sibling by the back of his head and shoved his face into the water hole. As the boy recovered and stood laughing and dripping, the mother runs to the yard in a panic."Why on earth did you do that to your little brother?!" she asks as she shook the older boy in anger. "We were just playing 'church' mommy," he said."And I was just baptizing him.....in the name of the Father, the Son and in...the hole-he-goes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-982298053120049684?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/982298053120049684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=982298053120049684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/982298053120049684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/982298053120049684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/03/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-2185207825319608379</id><published>2008-02-27T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:45:42.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was crappy and super nice and funny at the same time. so it turned out to be an okay day. so this was what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with nisha to look for qistina and kylie to complain about our juniors, but they didnt reach school yet so we went to 2-4 to complain to saira. and we found out she only has like 2 juniors, and we have 6. it's so totally unfair. and then we went back to class and kylie came over and we all started complaining. then while walking down to assembley we saw sabrina and we told her our problem, and she said juniors cant act! woohoo so our problem is solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was slower today than other days. but i didnt get stitch this time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms teo was late again. but we managed to finsh the story, which is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs tan was teaching about work done today, and then she told us about why our school did so rubbish for O-levels and the whole affiliation thing. actually our school could have been promoted to band 3, but cos of SOME people, pulled our mean mark down, and so we might get demoted instead. sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL english was super funny. but it was kind of boring at first until we got to the giving examples for the arguments that are invalid part. i suddenly felt super high and started writing examples that were basically crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False Dilemma (restricting choices to give your argument the benefit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my example: if you love me, buy my catholic welfare tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad Hominem (attacking your opponent instead of the opponent's issue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my example: michael is thin so he cannot particpate in the parasailing activity as he might get blown away by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False cause &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my example: jenny was the last person whom i last saw with my book, so she must have stolen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasty Generalization (stereotyping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my example: all cavemen must live in caves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appeal to ignorance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my example: no one saw me take your pen, so i could not have stolen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad Populum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everybody believes in and tlaks about ghost stories, they must be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was okay but after ms wan left it went crazy, and i did a totally spastic thing, which was highly embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the entire time drawing. and my football looks like angela! haha. i rock at self-portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally found them cos i saw my senior. and then prep with nali with one of my other juniors. she's in drama too and she's one of the juniors that opposed our script. but other than that she was quite okay with the debate prepping. but i still didnt understand her problem with the script, even though she tried to explain-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went home with natasha and her mum. it was very funny. then i finally on-ed my phone when i reached admiralty. and when i saw their smses i didnt have any reaction, which is very good. and i replied and he replied like an inert gas so you know what, i dont care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, i dont care, and seriously. i dont want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-2185207825319608379?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/2185207825319608379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=2185207825319608379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this time. i'm angry at my juniors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are so xxxxxxxx (dont bother guessing, i just randomly put any number of x there), except for ariaga, who's way cool like ms mucek. it's like kylie, qistina, nisha and i did everything and now they've seen the script they say it's not good here, not good there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they're so good, why dont they make the script?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just sit there and talk and talk and they dont even listen when you're talking, so why should we even bother doing it for them? we were like one of the few groups who sent our script to grandmommy and so she isnt pissed with us. hello, like we took the intiative. and it's like they dont even appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why do we even bother? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like kylie, i mourn the death of my cca when we graduate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-4445481422704763455</id><published>2008-02-24T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:23:06.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to be doing homework now but i'm super lazy so i shall procrastinate. it's kind of distracting that i'm watching soccer and doing homework cos i'm writing rubbish for history and i'm probably writing rubbish now. so anyway. i took the train on wednseday by myself cos i was late and it turned out to be hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;middle-age man: why you 'tsk' at me?&lt;br /&gt;student: cos you were blocking the way&lt;br /&gt;middle-age man: i wasnt blcoking the way, i dont like people to 'tsk' at me. dont do it.&lt;br /&gt;student: shaddup luh. you are not my parent. dont tell me what to do. i like to 'tsk' so i 'tsk' luh&lt;br /&gt;middle-age man: i have every authority to tell you what to do. i tell you dont 'tsk' so dont 'tsk' luh.&lt;br /&gt;student: i like to 'tsk' cannot meh? my life what, it's my mouth i like to 'tsk' so i 'tsk', not happy your problem.&lt;br /&gt;middle-age man: i am a member of the public, you should show me respect. i tell you dont 'tsk' you dont 'tsk'&lt;br /&gt;student: i also member of the public. everyone here also member of the public, you think you only one meh?&lt;br /&gt;middle-age man: your school never teach you manners or what? i go complain.&lt;br /&gt;student: i dare you luh. you go tell! i go tell my principal you argue with me cos of a 'tsk'&lt;br /&gt;middle-age man: now 7am in the morning, you see you're eyes still so sleepy. dont talk rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;student: lalala i cant hear you lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;middle-age man: if we are not in a public place io hit you already.&lt;br /&gt;student: hit luh. i call police. lalala i cant hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they continued arguing from yio chu kang to toa payoh. so childish luh. and they were talking super loud. so almost two compartments could hear and everyone was staring. and unfortunately i had to stand behind them. and i cant believe it's between a upper sec guy and a middle-age man. act like 5 year olds like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so anyway, i'm glad this week is over. cos we had 5 tests. i was like going to die like that. and PE was so fun! except for the running part at the beginning where we had to run 8 rounds and almost died at the end. i took 10.42 minutes for 1.6km. oh well, next time must do better. and then while running angela said my hair smells nice. heehee. and we played badminton and i paired with nutty and it was hilarious. we kept hitting too high or super far away from each other cos of the wind and we were laughing like psychos. LOL. i wanna see how angela play. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the manutd match starting already so i got to go change into my jersey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and emily admitted that i'm hot. &lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mary queen of scots is so super hot:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-4445481422704763455?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/4445481422704763455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=4445481422704763455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4445481422704763455'/><link rel='self' 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like 5 minutes. i have to do other stuff, and if you're angry with me, is it my problem? you angry then angry luh, so? and really, i have nothing to say to you, never have, never will. and neither will i ever say yes. and can you please stop calling me, i have nothing to say to you on sms, so what makes you think i have anything to say on the phone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. when april comes, i'm changing my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, moving on to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is valentine's day, and i didnt know that all my friends were going to get me stuff so i didnt get anything for anyone=.= nevermind being an extra person, i'll give it to you all tomorrow, on total defence day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today on the train guess what i did. i went home with wenxin and being the first class idiot i am, i started telling her about the swishing hair thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: 'you know if *ahem*ahem on the train i should stand infront of him and turn around to look at him and 'acidentally' slap him in the face with my hair, say, 'oh my god, i'm so sorry. i didnt mean to do it', and then turn around again and 'acidentally' hit him again with my hair.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then while demonstrating to her, there was this guy from *ahem*ahem's school and he was walking behind me and i acidentally hit him with my hair instead-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i really didnt mean to do it.  at least i know it works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor guy i really acidentally-was-not-on-purpose hit just had to be the one to try it, that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-8109585173091161817?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/8109585173091161817/comments/default' title='Post 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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-2660689423549530051.post-2171113699569667085</id><published>2008-02-11T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:14:33.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone.&lt;br /&gt;GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argggggghhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention hopelessly hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone, anyone, please shoot me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-2171113699569667085?l=whispersinthe-wind.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-2660689423549530051.post-2257002302851560147</id><published>2008-02-10T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:45:24.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gahh. i. am. so. angry. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please note, i'm about to blow up, so if you dont know what i'm talking about, which you probably dont, just skip/fast foward this part. and, i'm not going to speak in standard proper english so if my grammer is wrong just dont bother. or if you want to bother i dont really care either. i shall get to the main point of this post after i cool down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. what's your problem? helllo, everybody can say they love me but not buy you know. havent you heard of freedom of choice? and i do not make use of them. if they dont want to buy then dont buy luh, i wont get angry. not as if i forced them to say it. please okay. and, it's not as if he's the only person i asked, i asked all my friends the exact same question, regardless of their gender. i dont see why you have to get so fired up about it. and if you want to know why i didnt ask you, it's because you werent there. and even if you were, i probably wouldnt even ask you.i dont see the reason why you are angry in the first place. it doesnt even concern you. and, you're supposed to be older than me. hello, where's your maturity level? cant you just handle this the way a person of your age would handle it instead of throwing a fit like some small kid? and because of this small little thing you get angry and make everybody's life so unhappy. i hate it when my friends are angry with me, but i hate it even more if they are angry with me because of some silly crap reason and because of this, the friendship is spoilt. and if this is because of that issue, how many times must i repeat that i do not like you? please enlighten me, what is the point of saying yes when it's not you? i'll be lying through my teeth. and what's the point of that? everything is supposed to be honest, and going two ways. and since it's only one way traffic, can you just stop pushing? i already said it many many many times. please dont make me repeat it again. i'm sick and tired of going over the same ground again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just leave me alone, will you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think. i have cooled down. ahhh. i was so angry. if you were sitting next to me i guess you can imagine the state of my eyes. and no, i wasnt crying. i was glaring the whole way. okay so anyway. while getting angry at that fat ass yesterday, i coined a new term, called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PMS (Psychotic Male Syndrome a.k.a jealousy and pettiness)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guys, of whom including that fat ass, suffer from this horrible disease that allows them to get jealous over every small thing, when there is no rhyme or reason to even budge a finger on the subject, and afterwhich remain all petty and upset about it. (please note that i used the word SOME, and not ALL) women only PMS (the normal one) once a month. but SOME guys seem to suffer from PMS(Psychotic Male Syndrome) too, and this, unfortunately, allows them to PMS all the time, whiuch means that they are highly prone to getting angry and petty easily, which is highly annoying as it causes me to get angry as i hate it when my friends are angry with me. and i get even angrier if they are angry for no logical reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are a guy, and you want to test if you have this disease ( i offer you my deepest condolences and sympathy), just ask yourself this question, after reading this post, are you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are, i'm woefully sorry for you and regretfully wish you the best of luck, as unfortunately, you have contracted this sad disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-2257002302851560147?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/2257002302851560147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=2257002302851560147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2257002302851560147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2257002302851560147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/02/gahh.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-4986155547012204060</id><published>2008-02-05T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:21:16.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>science and geog tests finally over. phew. it wasnt as difficult as i thought it would be. science was um, okay. rushing until the last minute. and geog, rushed until the last minute too, and some questions i didnt write some points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i dont care luh. i did the paper already. not as if i can redo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i do badly i'll blame it on SOH ZHE HONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the train he kept talking.&lt;br /&gt;and talking.&lt;br /&gt;and talking.&lt;br /&gt;and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth, everything he said i was like 'um, yeah' and 'um, okay' and 'um, fine'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he still kept talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to do last minute revision okay. and he kept going on and on and on about dont know what he wants to do triple science and he thinks i surely cant make it in to triple science blah blah blah. gahh. whatever okay. i was like 'i'm trying to study here.' then he asked my class and level ranking. and when i told him and it was higher than his and he was like dont be so proud. wth. i wasnt even the one who started that topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. fast foward to history period. ahhhhhh. i must do that reflection thing during morning assembley on monday. being NE rep totally sucks. but i realised i have wonderful friends. when ms mara asked the class who could help me my entire cliique volunteered. heehee. thanks, marian and rochelle and angela and cyn and nisha. i owe you all 392429034383490893028 thousand times.&lt;strong&gt; I LOVE YOU ALL LOADS!&lt;/strong&gt; oh and thanks rachel and grace too. i love all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, moving on to even more important things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a very significant day. it is &lt;strong&gt;RONALDO'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made alot of people sing happy birthday to him already =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namely,&lt;br /&gt;my cousin tessa (she posted it on her blog)&lt;br /&gt;my cousin sean&lt;br /&gt;emily (she posted it too)&lt;br /&gt;angela ho&lt;br /&gt;shu wen&lt;br /&gt;chloe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed attempts:&lt;br /&gt;idris -.-&lt;br /&gt;xuanyu -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i shall sing happy birthday to ronaldo (i'm lame okay i know, but for ronaldo i am forever loyal and true. i supported him even before his freekicks became famous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* *ahem* after that highly embarassing moment, i shall stop blushing and wish another important person happy birthday in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dear friend marian ng,&lt;br /&gt;wishing you a very happy birthday in advance. &lt;br /&gt;i love you loads. &lt;br /&gt;and thanks for being a great desk partner last year. (even though you kept copying my math hwk-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i owe another person a happy birthday wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my deareest friend chien wen&lt;br /&gt;wishing you a happy belated birthday&lt;br /&gt;i hope you like your magazine.&lt;br /&gt;i love sitting next to you in class&lt;br /&gt;and i love you loads too.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for helping me in algebra when i didnt understand.&lt;br /&gt;and for lending me your eraser when i discovered mine could stretch and breakdown like plasticine,&lt;br /&gt;and you're great to have in a group,&lt;br /&gt;and i hope we'll have lots of laughs together this year(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow is half-day, and there's a primary school gathering. i dont think i can make it. ahhh. nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've nothing more to say, so i shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i know you're a very nice person and love me alot, so if you love me please buy my catholic welfare tickets from me(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-4986155547012204060?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/4986155547012204060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=4986155547012204060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4986155547012204060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4986155547012204060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/02/science-and-geog-tests-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-7349652934107741722</id><published>2008-02-01T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:13:15.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i feel like being a nice person again, i shall update(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was okay, i guess. we got another new project. and we have to interview foreigners. and of course i went to interview boon. here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: do you like sinagpore?&lt;br /&gt;boon: okay..&lt;br /&gt;me: are you happy here?&lt;br /&gt;boon: okay..&lt;br /&gt;me: how do you find singapore?&lt;br /&gt;boon: on the world map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= no comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i can officially declare i hate &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; subject and &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; woman. ahhh i cant wait for this dumb-waste-of-a-time thing to end. doesnt the school realise that we can spend all those time spent on that thing on studying for streaming instead? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grh. let's fast foward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to bugis to meet mummy and went shopping. i had to wait like half an hour for mummy to come cos she was taking so long. but it was um, highly educational. sometimes i wonder whether some people have any fashion sense. seriously. but i saw this person whose dress sense was really, um,the most outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this girl wearing knee-high fish net stockings and white cow boy boots that reached her knees. she had on this super short mini-skirt with a oversized white blouse that almost covered her skirt and a tie around her neck. and you know what was the best part? she had the fatest thighs imaginable. and she was with her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, all i can say is love is blind, friendship closes its eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when mummy finally came, we went shopping and bought 2 tops, one red and one black. the slogan on the black one is so coool. i like it alot. and i realise i should never use my adidas bag in crowded places, as people keep banging into it =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did a really really really bad bad bad thing today. ask emily, she should know. heehee. btw, it was a huge success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. and. cynthia and i are hot and pretty and sexy and POPULAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-7349652934107741722?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/7349652934107741722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=7349652934107741722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7349652934107741722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7349652934107741722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/02/since-i-feel-like-being-nice-person.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-6773194667732067884</id><published>2008-01-24T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:04:18.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. since i am very free. i shall do you all a big favour and update. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be studying now. as in revising for math test tomorrow. but in math it's either you know it or you dont. like technically, math is impossible to study. so i shall just flip the pages of my book on the train tomorrow. haha, i now i'm lazy. but since it's just CA and since they cancelled the percentage for CA i guess no body truly cares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, i feel really slack this year. i just read some people's blogs where they say they cant stand people who say they slack all the time cos it's not true and they are in fact the people who study the most. but truly, i'm not one of those people. i study when absoutely necessary, as in when my guilt starts bugging me, which is like a month or so before the exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like i'm talking crap now. so let's fast foward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was okay today i guess. at least better than yesterday. i took out my contacts and guess what fell out? YES THE PENCIL LEAD. i was like oh my god. and for the investigative project i'm in the same group as marian, sweeying and chien wen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i sound dead now. cos i'm dead tired. so i shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is crap. and seriously i dont care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-6773194667732067884?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/6773194667732067884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=6773194667732067884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6773194667732067884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6773194667732067884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-4268017961199818822</id><published>2008-01-19T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:20:23.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i swung my trusty sword and smack&lt;br /&gt;his head went crashing to the ground&lt;br /&gt;it bounced a bit&lt;br /&gt;and rolled around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, i wish i could literally do that to him. referring to *ahem* *ahem*, who is a stupid idiotic fat ass. does he think i am a psychic who knows about things when he doesnt tell me? and oh yeah i guess he thinks i can split myself into half too and attend whatever he says within a split second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh golly gee everybody, i forgot about my wonderful super powers. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid ass. get your facts right first okay before embarrassing yourself by spouting nonsense left, right and centre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-4268017961199818822?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/4268017961199818822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=4268017961199818822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4268017961199818822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/4268017961199818822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-swung-my-trusty-sword-and-smack-his.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-5490119143895961589</id><published>2008-01-04T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:48:56.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;STUPID SCHOOL SOCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MY SCHOOL SOCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH YEAH, I HATE THE STUPID IDIOTIC FAT ASSES WHO INVENTED THEM EVEN MORE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtfh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-5490119143895961589?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/5490119143895961589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=5490119143895961589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/5490119143895961589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/5490119143895961589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2008/01/stupid-school-socks.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-6184607562270791147</id><published>2007-12-31T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:54:45.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO, THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M POSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR I MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COS NEXT YEAR IS TOMORROW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like i miss all my friends and i love ij and i miss my school too. BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S GONNA BE DIFFERENT, COS CHLOE WONT BE THERE AND MS SHANTI'S LEAVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it wont be the same without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still have to see some people i dont like, and put up with their shit for another year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still have this HUGE problem, which my brilliant plan hasnt exactly solved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should just go built a house inside ij and be a nun. then solve all my problems about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have no idea what i'm talking about nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i know my skin is still christmas, but i'll get around to changing it. someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hope that your year will be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just hope next year will be better than this year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, i just wish that stupid school didnt exist. then i wouldnt need to get to know &lt;strong&gt;ANY&lt;/strong&gt; of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-6184607562270791147?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/6184607562270791147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=6184607562270791147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6184607562270791147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6184607562270791147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-this-is-last-time-im-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-4183306965342664583</id><published>2007-12-27T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:30:23.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>portsmouth and arsenal drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINAL SCORE: PORTSMOUTH 0 ARSENAL 0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO, WHO'S TOP OF THE ENGLISH PREMIER LEAGUE NOW?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wf-Aqp-ifSs/R3OoSoYWyvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MqHWmsCTCrA/s1600-h/red_grad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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YES, THE ONE AND ONLY, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRISTIANO RONALDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i got for christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wallet&lt;br /&gt;-bag&lt;br /&gt;-towel&lt;br /&gt;-dress&lt;br /&gt;-blouse&lt;br /&gt;-necklace&lt;br /&gt;-handphone pouch&lt;br /&gt;-keychain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah okay anyway. so what am i doing on christmas day? i'm reading my science book. &lt;strong&gt;YES. READING MY SCIENCE BOOK.&lt;/strong&gt; i'm so guai right. yeah but i dont get it. i mean i get most parts, except chapter 5 about molecules and formulae. read this and tell me if you understand what it's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'why is the formula for copper nitrate written as Cu(NO3)2 instead of CuN2O6? this is because the compound is a nitrate and posseses NO3 as a definate grouping of atoms. by similar deductions, if the compound contains, as the only other group:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) SO4, it is a sulphate, e.g Al2(SO4)3, Na2SO4;&lt;br /&gt;b) CO3, it is a carbonate, e.g. Na2CO3, CuCO3;&lt;br /&gt;c) Cl is a chloride, e.g. NaCl, NH4Cl;&lt;br /&gt;d) OH, it is a hydroxide, e.g. NaOH, Cu(OH)&lt;br /&gt;e) O, it is an oxide, e.g. CuO, MgO&lt;br /&gt;f) S, it is a sulphide, e.g. FeS, ZnS'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er. okay. do you understand what i just wrote? i dont. wait. oh. oh. OH. i get it now!!! what the book is talking about i mean. haha, i finally understand what it's talking about, like after i typed the whole thing out. LOL, nevermind. i shant cancel it off. see whether you understand what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway. i read finish 'me and mr darcy' already! it's quite good, and there's a saying that i like in the book. it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'to you i shall say, do not hurry. the right man will come at last.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Austen said that, but it's kind of ironic. cos she never got married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was re-reading eclipse. for like the 3987493849329238 time. and i found the poem at the beginning of the book. like for the first time. it's by Robert Frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Fire and Ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Some say the world will end in fire; &lt;br /&gt;                     Some say in ice. &lt;br /&gt;                     From what I've tasted of desire &lt;br /&gt;                     I hold with those who favor fire. &lt;br /&gt;                     But if it had to perish twice, &lt;br /&gt;                     I think I know enough of hate &lt;br /&gt;                     To know that for destruction ice &lt;br /&gt;                     Is also great &lt;br /&gt;                     And would suffice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i prefer ice. i would rather freeze to death than burn to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-1088570952476580531?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/1088570952476580531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=1088570952476580531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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really shopped a lot. i bought a truckload of stuff anyway. so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day.&lt;br /&gt;we reached the thailand and at the airport there was this really cool revolving doors at the entrance. so i got so hyper i just had to go through it. but like no one was using it so i kind of felt like an idiot being the only one walking through it. and you know what, i felt even more like an idiot cos i thought i was supposed to exit the revolving doors at this particular area and it turned out it was still the glass part and whoopee-dee, being the idiot i was i walked right into the glass. everyboody was like staring and laughing at me. even the guide. he was really skinny, seriously. i mean it's like he's 28 years old and weighs 45kg. which is like just 4kg more than me only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we reached the hotel and checked in. there was this really huge christmas tree made of bears. it was totally adorable. then we went to our rooms but it wasnt made up yet so we just dumped our bags there first and went out. i found this ghost story book in my parents room. so i took it. didnt read it though, no time. i dont know where i put it now. so we went to mbk centre and lunched at this shanghainese restaurant. my dad gave me $200+ baht for me to spend. the food was okay, but my noodles had this really weird taste. and the flies in thailand are huge i tell you. so after that, we walked around at mbk centre and i bought a whole ton of stuff. i bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 pairs of jeans&lt;br /&gt;-1 wallet&lt;br /&gt;-1 bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw loads of transevesites. it was really cool. my cousin and i were like staring at all of them and all in all we counted at least 20 of them. after that we went to have dinner with boon's family. i swear boon and his sister look so alike that if boon wore a wig with super long hair he'd look exactly like her. the restaurant gave out heart-shaped balloons so i demanded the ballon guy to give me one. yeah i'm childish i know. then after dinner felt bored so my cousins and i went to play uno outside. play until felt sian so my cousin and i decided to play speed. i was like playing like i was gonna die and obviously i lost. then we went to back to the hotel to freshen up, and my dad and i went to buy something at seven eleven. on the way back we saw this book stand on the roadside and of course i had to stop and i bought two books, which costed $200 baht which is like only $8 SGD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we cabbed down to this really huge night market. it was like around 11+. walked around and bought more stuff. i bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 shirts&lt;br /&gt;-1 pair of sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were like pubs all over the place at the nightmarket. i mean like you could seriously see all these girls wearing underwear dancing around inside. and some of them werent even girls. they were guys dressed up as girls. then we walked past this drain and saw this huge rat outside the drain. lol, but i didnt scream. then cabbed back to the hotel, it was like already 1+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 pairs of jeans&lt;br /&gt;-1 wallet&lt;br /&gt;-1 bag&lt;br /&gt;-2 shirts&lt;br /&gt;-1 pair of sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;-2 books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second day.&lt;br /&gt;went to church. seriously, i had no idea what the priest was talking about during the homily. he was like yada-ing for like 15-20 minutes. my cousin tessa was gonna fall asleep. after church sent my dad to the airport cos he was gonna go for some meeting in malaysia. then went to this place that looked like expo, only way way way bigger. just imagine 3 expos put together. after lunching at some ramen place we were like totally bored so we called the driver and he took like forever to come. finally, he drove us back to the hotel and we walked around at all these little shops by the road. my aunt and tessa bought a whole ton of stuff. went back to the hotel room and i saw this weighing scale in the toilet so i weighed my self and i saw i weighed 45kg! i totally freaked out and called my aunty to come into the toilet. and you know what, it turned out i read it wrongly and i'm still 41kg. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were supposed to have dinner with my mum's friend. so he arrived and we were like waiting for my uncle. god, he took such a damn long time in the toilet, so my cousin ethan had to go call him. then  he came back and said that my uncle didnt answer the phone. lol, my cousin's so retarded. the convo went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethan: daddy never answer the phone luh!&lt;br /&gt;my aunt: did you dial the correct number?&lt;br /&gt;ethan: yeah...&lt;br /&gt;my aunt: did you wait for the ringing to start?&lt;br /&gt;ethan: um....no? shit oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;me: um, so basically you just dialled the number and hung up?&lt;br /&gt;ethan: um, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. we were like laughing like crazy, the indian man sitting near us was like staring at us. finally, my uncle came and we had dinner at this thai restaurant. it was really good. but my stupid cousin ethan kept going during dinner time "manchester sucks" so tessa and i went "liverpool sucks", cos he supported liverpool. then like in the middle of dinner, i told my mum that i needed to rush back to the hotel to watch liverpool v.s manchester united. was late a bit for the match but i finally decided to wear my black jersey. watched the match with all my cousins. i was damn scared okay, i kept hugging my jerseys. but when tevez finally scored tessa and i was like shrieking and screaming and i went to ethan and said "ha, &lt;strong&gt;LOSER&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at the 88th minute my cousin ethan suddenly went, "LIVERPOOL SUCKS LUH! I HATE LIVERPOOL! I SUPPORT ARSENAL NOW!" LOL, tessa and i were like laughing like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINAL SCORE: LIVERPOOL 0 MANCHESTER UNITED 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tessa and i went crazy. seriously, we were so so so so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but arsenal won too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i dont care. as long as manchester united wins i'm happy. and besides they are just 1 point away from arsenal. just 1 point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third day.&lt;br /&gt;went to floating market, sat with tessa on the boat. it was totally fun, even though the water looked sick and kept splashing on us. ate beef noodles, the soup was really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to other places and ethan and my other cousin tisha got to sit on an elephant. went back to the hotel and dumped our stuff before we went to mbk centre again. walked around and bought more stuff. i bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a bag&lt;br /&gt;-a shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to have dinner at this place which my other aunt recommended. it was really good. and we saw this guy who had long hair that was up to his shoulders,like a girl, but he wasnt a transvesite or anything. so tessa and i were giggling like crazy, and she nicknamed him the &lt;strong&gt;'ASSASSINATOR"&lt;/strong&gt; and we kept staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, i think the guy knew we were staring at him cos he started staring back sometimes. so tessa pretended to shoot something at her sister tisha who was sitting opposite her, directly infront of the assassinator, and at exatly the same time the assassinator was staring at us.  so it looked like she was shooting him instead. LOL i laughed so hard i choked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was super funny. then ethan went "arsenal rocks manchester sucks" so tessa went "arsenal sucks" only she pronounced arsenal as "ARSE-ANAL". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth day.&lt;br /&gt;took a plane to phuket. reached the hotel and checked in. had luch at some italian place. i had lasgna. it was quite nice, but i would have wanted it to be cheesier. then shopped around at the street stalls, bought another bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, saw many angmohs walking around half-naked or in their bikinis only. then went back to the hotel rest for a while then went to the beach. tessa, my aunty and i were walking on the beach. it was so cool and then we started catching crabs. actually it was my aunty who caught the crabs. tessa and i were screaming and yelling and eveybody on the beach were looking at us like we were insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back, put the crabs in a cup, washed up and went for dinner at some thai place near our hotel. it was okay luh. i think i ate so many meals in thailand  must have gained a ton. then went to walk at the street stalls. wanted to buy a jersey for ethan. then go to one shop got some stupid guy. he damn idiot seh, i felt like slapping his stupid face. cos we didnt want to buy his jersey so he was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i know you all people no money one..i got alot of money.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got pisssed, but i gave him my best smile and went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'fantastic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i turned to tessa and went "do i look like i care?" looks like fausta tan managed to teach me something after all. god, i was so pissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the end we didnt buy any jersey. and just went back to the hotel. and all those dumb people trying to sell us stuff saw us chinese and kept going "ni hao". wahh damn irritating cans? cos they dont even know how to speak chinese properly and everywhere turn left turn right got people going 'ni hao' all over the place to me until i just went "wo jin tian bu hao okay?!" then got an idiot say "okay!" wtf. i seriously felt like slapping that fat ass. it was cos of that stupid shop guy. make me so annoyed then got these irritating people all over the place. dont blame me if i snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth day.&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast then wanted to find out what school tessa got posted to. then internet cannot work then when we wanted to go out and my mum and my aunt started argiung. then wtf everybody start quarelling lo. damn annoying seh. i heck care luh. my cousins and i were standing at the corridor there watching the flags wave. then after that we found out she was going to tkgs. then everything okay liao, we went to the mall. saw a book shop along the way, and of course i went in. bought 'me and mr darcy'. the book is damn good man, but i dont get what is so great about mr darcy. edward cullen is better. then saw this arsenal shop, i went really loud &lt;strong&gt;"LOOK IT'S ARSE-ANAL, HOME OF THE LOSERS"&lt;/strong&gt; ethan just went "manchester sucks" (so uncreative huh) then we went to swensens to eat. shared ice-cream with ethan and tessa. and the chocolate made my teeth brown, and my mum lent me her compact to see my teeth and i laughed and ended up choking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on the way back to the hotel went to the bookshop again, bought more books.then rush back hotel change into swimsuit go beach catch crabs again. but this time cannot find. sigh, went to swimming pool to swim. but it was already 6.30 and the pool closed at 7. but i dont care so i just go swim. then tessa came in also but after like 5 mins she went out. then i asked what time already she said 7 but at the same time my aunty said 6.45. lol. then 5 mins later i ask again, they both say 7, i still dont believe. so i marched out of the pool and asked the towel guy what time it was. and my cousin quickly ruch to him ask him say 7 so i know he lie so i grab is wrist see the time. my cousin said that he looked so scared seh. it was only 6.45 lo. wth, but by the time i started drying offf and everything alreasy 7 liao, so just went up and changed and went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at the dinner place had all these dollar notes from different countries on the wall. i pasted the first singapore note! all those angmohs were staring at me lo. after that went back to the hotel to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixth day.&lt;br /&gt;after breakfast went parasailing. it was so so so so cool. i could like see the view from way up there. i was scared at first, but it was okay. and the wind was really srong. there was one part i was really scared though so i close my eyes cos the wind was flinging me everywhere. but quite nice luh. i even managed to let go once or twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went swimming. my cousins and i borrowed floats and we started floating in the pool. swam for awhile and got up, went back to the hotel. i think i saw the towel guy, cos there was this one guy who kept staring at me. AND HE WAS WEARING A WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed up and left for airport. on the aeroplane there was this extra person siting infront of my cousins and i and he was wearing this stupid cowboy hat. we kept sniggering and annoying him. i on-ed my reading light to read then he turned around and looked at me. so i bo liao mahs, then on my cousins' light also. lol, he was annoyed cos he kept turning around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and arsenal just won their match. sheesh. whatever. they are so gonna lose in the champions league. cos they are paired with ac milan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why is ac milan so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh only cos they are the the reigning champions league winners as well as the fifa club world cup winners. which make them the best team in europe, as well as the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arsenal dont stand half a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-7523516885494309678?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/7523516885494309678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=7523516885494309678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7523516885494309678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7523516885494309678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-964207531159495016</id><published>2007-12-14T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:07:29.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm going to thailand tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont feel really excited. we're going there to shop, shop and shop. there's a whole ton of stuff i need to buy, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wallet&lt;br /&gt;-pencil case&lt;br /&gt;-bag (if i remember correctly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whatever else that i cant think of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, my dad says i can go there and buy wenxin a fake drogba jersey! mwahahaha i'm evil, my dad says the most expensieve it will be is 200 baht, which is $8 SGD, so i'm definately buying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. manchester united vs liverpool this sunday, maybe i wont be able watch, unless. there is cable. which my mum says most likely so. well there had better be cable in this hotel we are staying cos this hotel we are staying at is better and more expensieve than the one my dad originally booked us into(according to my dad anyway, cos he thought that the first hotel was too old.) whatever. as long as i get cable vision, which must show all the sports channels i'm happy enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.and.and. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sneaking all 3 of my ronaldo jerseys to thailand. the red one and the white one. and the black one if it's dry by tomorrow cos i wore it to watch UCL that day. maybe i'll wear all three when they play this weekend. hmm, should i bring my other red manchester united non-ronaldo jersey too? (my mum doesnt know, so dont tell her i'm sneaking my jerseys on holiday. she'll demand that i leave them at home, and i &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; wear my jersey whenever manchester united play) i wanted to bring my manchester untied towel along, but then i realised my bag would be too fat, and my mum will suspect. and then she'll check my bag and you can imagine what happens next. pop goes the weasel. game over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tried reading the lit book for next year today, flowers for algernon. apparently, algernon is the mouse. but the story isnt about the mouse. it's about some guy who goes for a brain operation. i think. i dont know, i only got to page 2 of the introduction. and i'm not really concentrating on reading now. i wish ms shanti was gonna teach us next year. i'm gonna miss her so so so so much. not as much as chloe but still alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to go out soon. i need to make myself look pretty(i'm being self-centered here). dont miss me too much while i'm on holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-964207531159495016?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/964207531159495016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=964207531159495016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/964207531159495016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/964207531159495016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-going-to-thailand-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-3494541478517037671</id><published>2007-12-09T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:46:49.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ARSENAL LOST TO MIDDLESBROUGH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINAL SCORE: MIDDLESBROUGH 2 ARSENAL 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO. I'M HAPPY. my life totally rocks now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.and.and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANCHESTER UNTITED BEAT DERBY COUNTY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINAL SCORE: MANCHESTER UNITED 4 DERBY COUNTY 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess who scored. yes, it was CRISTIANO RONALDO. WOOHOO. I'M EVEN HAPPIER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now manchester united are just 1 point behind arsenal, and they have the biggest number of goals scored, taking into consideration of goals conceded by other teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how happy am i? &lt;strong&gt;VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY EXTRA-EMELY HAPPY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life totally rocks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s if you have no idea what i'm talking about, nevermind. just be happy for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-3494541478517037671?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/3494541478517037671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=3494541478517037671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/3494541478517037671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/3494541478517037671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2007/12/arsenal-lost-to-middlesbrough-final.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-7306022811183996374</id><published>2007-12-07T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:42:39.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. long time since i posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the reason for that is. i have nothing to blog about. yes, nothing. i've been wallowing in nothingness this whole week. if you really want to know what i did, besides the normal human things such as bathing and sleeping and whatever else. well here goes. i:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-did tuition homework&lt;br /&gt;-read finish two entire books within a day each.&lt;br /&gt;-woke up at 4am to watch soccer matches&lt;br /&gt;-call/sms my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end. that's why i said i did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, chloe left on wednesday, 3.50 pm. i was damn sad, cried. i'm gonna miss her so so so much. she's like my first ever good friend in ij. but, thank god for technology, with msn and webcam and skype and everything, we can still keep in touch. and there's always snail mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angela's in taiwan. sigh i miss talking to her on msn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tuition teacher had the biggest shock of her life on wednesday. she somehow got this idea in her head that i am a really hardworking person who muggs alot. erm, hello? do i look like one? and she found out cos during final year i didnt do her assesment but instead spent the entire week revising and reading through and trying to make sure i knew everything in my textbooks. and she was like, no wonder you didnt do as well as expected. you didnt do the assesment i told you to right. see in mid years you did the assesment and studied way way before the exam so that's why you did so well. and this time you only spent one week so of course not that good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my response was: erm, you know for mid year? i studied like 2 days before. erm, yeah. not way way before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i kind of see her point. i guess i should have squeezed a bit of my assesment into the mugging, but that doesnt mean i have to spend my entire time doing it. i admit i didnt do as well as i expected as i aimed to get like 85+ for science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid year- 87.5&lt;br /&gt;final year- 83.5&lt;br /&gt;differance- 4 marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. hello, it's like a four mark differance only. so stop freaking out. fine, the next time i'll just start studying one month before the exam and make her happy. and do her assesment too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway. today i suddenly felt this craving to make potato salad. no idea why, i just had this craving while lying down on my bed reading my book. so i called my mum and told her to buy potatoes, and mayo and all that at work. i guess i kept bugging her until she got annoyed, cos i called like every 5 minutes with a new ingredient for her to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. boon got into yio chu kang secondary. but he's in normal acad. so yeah. i dont speak to him much, since he locks himself in his room all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering what i'm doing at 12.30 am in the morning online, well i'm trying to print the receipe for potato salad and the lyrics for the song my aunty wanted. but the freaking printer isnt working. screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-7306022811183996374?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/7306022811183996374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=7306022811183996374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7306022811183996374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7306022811183996374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-2533537935651490044</id><published>2007-11-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:09:03.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realise that security guards are people who go around stopping you from using your own school facilities and throw in random interrogations at you when they feel like it. such as this happy person who started interrogating me last week when i went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;security guard: stop, where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;me: uhm; i'm going for UN training.&lt;br /&gt;security guard: oh. where is it? &lt;br /&gt;me: er; AVA room.&lt;br /&gt;security guard: what do you all do there?&lt;br /&gt;me: we discuss political stuff. it's a model of the united nations.&lt;br /&gt;security guard: ohh. which school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;me: erm, chij secondary? [mind you; i was wearing full school uniform. as in blouse and pinafore. and my badge.]&lt;br /&gt;security guard: oh. which country arre you from?&lt;br /&gt;me: erm. singapore?&lt;br /&gt;security guard: are you sure? i thought you were from vietnam or indonesia. &lt;br /&gt;me: uh. erm. okay&lt;br /&gt;security guard: you dont sound singaporean. you sound like you are from vietnam or indonesia&lt;br /&gt;me: erm. okay. right. i assure you i am singaporean. erm i need to go. bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i turned around and walked away really fast. whatthehell. &lt;strong&gt;i was wearing school uniform. and going into my own school.&lt;/strong&gt; and i got interrogated by some retarded person. waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my dad is msning me. and he's sitting right infront of me. er. okay. i am surrounded by weird people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-2533537935651490044?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/2533537935651490044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=2533537935651490044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2533537935651490044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2533537935651490044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-realise-that-security-guards-are.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-8191889267451831814</id><published>2007-11-19T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:50:59.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; with this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were strangers&lt;br /&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming&lt;br /&gt;What we'd have to go through&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are&lt;br /&gt;And I'm suddenly standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me&lt;br /&gt;I was going to find you&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected&lt;br /&gt;What you did to my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I lost hope&lt;br /&gt;You were there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;This is the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;And I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were strangers&lt;br /&gt;On a crazy adventure&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming&lt;br /&gt;How our dreams would come true&lt;br /&gt;Now here we stand&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid of the future&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;And I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was somebody somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Like me alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Now I know my dream will live on&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;And I want to keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river&lt;br /&gt;I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;When the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road and I wanna keep going&lt;br /&gt;Love is a river I wanna keep going on....&lt;br /&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Life is a road and I wanna going&lt;br /&gt;Love is river I wanna keep flowing&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;and i think of you and wonder when i'll find out the truth. or if i ever will.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-8191889267451831814?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/8191889267451831814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=8191889267451831814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i was logging in to blogger my computer decided that it didnt have internet connection anymore and guess what, the stupid connection couldnt connect back. gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. it's been a really busy week. went to camp for three days at hwa chong, it was really great. it was a miracle i didnt get anymore mosquito bites. lols. my group members were all pretty nice, and the performance on the last day was really great. not only ours, but the other groups too. and i found out who was the guy-who-sleeps-with-his-mouth-open. those who take the train with me in the morning should know. ugh, i still shudder when i think of that poetry performance we had to do on the last day. with that gut-who-sleeps-with-his-mouth-open. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i earned $120 already from my job! i'm happy. oh and sorry to all those people who talked to me on msn and i either answered you on short sentences or just ignored you for awhile. i was really busy, and had to rush to finish the work, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday manutd won &lt;strong&gt;2-0&lt;/strong&gt; against blackburn!!! and i'm even happier, because &lt;strong&gt;ronaldo scored both goals!!!&lt;/strong&gt; yeah and i didnt fall asleep halfway through the match like last time, so i'm proud of myself. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, today went to cut hair and pedicure with mummy. my hair doesnt look any different from before i cut it, even though the front part got layered. and came back and read the newspaper, cos tomorrow there's UN training. congratulate me, i managed to read to read the whole of the straits times. it's quite boring luh actually. but tomorrow i'll have to read it again in the morning. sigh. mr tan better be happy i at least put in some effort for his training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. will have to see &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; again. cross your fingers and wish me luck, i dont want to blow up at &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow.&lt;div 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can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-1312331416643200519</id><published>2007-11-03T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T19:37:20.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i know you're never going to talk to me again&lt;br /&gt;unless i talk to you &lt;br /&gt;but yet i wait with hope&lt;br /&gt;and wait&lt;br /&gt;and wait&lt;br /&gt;and wait&lt;br /&gt;but yet you never do&lt;br /&gt;i look every single time i'm there&lt;br /&gt;but most of the time you're not&lt;br /&gt;but yet i still wait on&lt;br /&gt;and look every now and then&lt;br /&gt;hoping that you'll be there &lt;br /&gt;even though i know it'll be for naught&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; the hell am i still waiting for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. sometimes i just dont understand myself. correction, make that &lt;strong&gt;most of the time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-1312331416643200519?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/1312331416643200519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=1312331416643200519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/1312331416643200519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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didnt want to wash my hair again and besides, i didnt feel like swimming. my hair smelled nice. and then natasha and nisha and i went to the playground to chit-chat. it was nice. i can almost cartwheel again, almost. hope one day i can cartwheel together with elaine again. i havent done that in ages. then i heard someone was bitching about me. fine, i dont care. go ahead and bitch, if it makes you happy. i know it's untrue, and as long as my friends know it too, it's more than enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i'm so confused now. i dont even know what's happening anymore. people tell me two different stories, and i dont even know what or who to believe. i thought there were some people whom i could trust, but it turned out they were bitching about me behind my back. it doesnt matter now. even if they apologise for bitching, i'm not going to trust them again. it's like trying to murder someone, and then when the person's dead, you apologise and say you didnt mean to kill the person and it was all and accident and go on justifying your actions. but it's too late, the fact is that you already killed the person, and no matter what you say or do after that will change that fact. fine; if everyone wants to rock the boat, i dont care anymore. i'm just not going to do anything. i'm sick and tired of caring too much, cos in the end it will all probably end up to nothing. i'm just going to let it fall apart, if everyone's going to not bother, cos i'm not going to bother either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, giving up on this whole issue seems like the best thing to do.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway; back to happier things. went to library with emily yesterday. it was so nice. borrowed a ton of books a gain. i like the library at sunplaza, event though it's really small, it's easier to find the books you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm not going to be so bored this hols. i've got a job, and there are all those camps and plus there's a mountain of books to read at home, so it's not going to be so boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, comehow i dont feel like blogging anymore. so i'll end here. this seems like a pretty pathetic post, but right now, i really dont care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-3140804279348011420?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/3140804279348011420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=3140804279348011420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/3140804279348011420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/3140804279348011420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2007/11/okays.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-8406537633631517962</id><published>2007-10-25T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:33:32.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VANESSA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my darling vaney, happy thirteenth birthday!!! you'll &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; be my &lt;strong&gt;fantastically wonderfully spectacular&lt;/strong&gt; friend. and you rock. (at least more than angela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways today went to celebrate vaney's birthday at grandstands. the cake was really nice, cyn's got really good taste!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had general leadership programme in the morning. clique got split up for the first station and i ended up with lisa's group. it was okay basically, everybody managed to work together. but we lost anyway, dont know why. and then we went to the second station and did the longest line just as the trainer said but he suddenly changed the rules so we lost. whatever. couldnt care less if we won or lost anyway. it's just a game anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after recess had free periods. was damn boring, play card games until was totally bored. then i felt tired so i fell asleep for like half an hour at beatrice's table. surprisingly i managed to sleep, cos everybody in class was screaming damn loud. then woke up and went to play with chloe, marian, angela, vaney, cyn, hillary, nisha and natasha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then chinese class mdm zhang came in and wanted us made us watch this chinese movie, and i didnt get it at all, except for the feeding the chickens part. maybe it's because i wasnt paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school walked to mrt with chloe. at first we rushed out of school, wanting to avoid &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; again. but then we walked really slow, cos we wanted to see &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;. then we walked so slow that we met &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; instead. sigh, so unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the last day of school!!! sigh. it's also the last day chloe's going to be in ij. so sad, i'm going to miss her. she's my first good friend in ij. but nevermind, i'll find a way to bug her everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow going to HCI for camp briefing. then after that need to rush back to school for art exhibition. wenxin's going for the art exhibition also, i managed to get an invitation for her from marian. report books are coming out tomorrow also. cross your fingers and wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-8406537633631517962?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/8406537633631517962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=8406537633631517962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8406537633631517962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/8406537633631517962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-vanessa-to-my-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-3617134566635511942</id><published>2007-10-24T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T17:23:11.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gahh. damn annoyed now, because of those two stupid phones. what's the point of having two phones of different phone numbers when both of them go berserk when you use them although they've been charging forever? then since both phones refuse to work, i had to run all the way upstairs to pick up the damn phone. was kind of short with boon on the phone cos i was so pissed. had no idea what he was talking about anyway. and thanks to that damn phone make me miss ronaldo scoring the goal. sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;strong&gt; manutd won dynamo kiev 4-2!!!&lt;/strong&gt; i'm so so so &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;, not only cos manutd won but ronaldo scored &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; goals. this morning woke up at 4am to watch the last few minutes of the match. but in the end was not the last few minutes, i woke up too early and ended up watching the last 20 minutes of the match. wahh i'm so lucky, didnt get caught by my parents, or else they'll scream at me, especially my mum. and then when the match ended i couldnt go back to sleep. sheesh. so just lie in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to school and met my cousin outside the chapel. wahh dont know what i meet her for, she meet me then scold me about being late, then she went off to assembley. mind you she's only P5. and she's way way way shorter than me. whatever. still dont know the point of meeting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had science in the library. had to pay fine cos i lost library book. sigh, the book got stolen. was lucky again, cos i thought was going to get scolded by mrs tan. but she didnt scold. then had to borrow some science books to read during hols, so went to borrow a chem book. out of the three sciences, my favourite is chem so i might as well go borrow a book about something i like. then while we were using comp in the library &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; suddenly stood behind us like a ghost and she read my previous post. whatever. read then read luh. i dont care. it's my blog after all. not happy &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; can always set up &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; own blog and bitch about everybody &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; doesnt like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had recess and i sat opposite angela. she was staring at her sister and doing weird stuff with her fries and garlic bread. then because of angela and her weird stuff all her sister's friends started staring at us. and then ended up everybody in the surrounding tables started staring at our table cos of angela. sigh, was so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess had the emotion management talk. i was kind of falling asleep. it was pointless and boring to me. i didnt learn anything particularly useful. after the talk i fell asleep at my table, was damn tired luh. then had the etiquette talk in the dance studio. that one was really boring, even worse than the emotion management talk. then the person talking made us play broken telephone. but my class cheated. we wrote the message on a piece of paper and just passed the paper. lols. then had some survey but i didnt have to do it so went to the back and chatted with laura, grace, vaney and marian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school left class damn fast cos we wanted to avoid &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. then i dragged angela to the toilet with me but we left our bags in the canteen with nicole. came out of the toilet and saw &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; standing beside our bags, waiting for us. so i ran over to angela who was buying her food and we walked around the canteen until &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; left. then walked out of school with vaney and cyn. we walked super slow luh, cos we didnt want to see &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. met chloe at  the bus-stop and while walking to mrt we saw xuanyu. i think it's him, but i'm not sure. sigh, should have dragged angela along. then on the train saw issac. and reached admiralty i saw &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. wahh. lucky he didnt see me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. i'm ending here. over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-3617134566635511942?l=whispersinthe-wind.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-2660689423549530051.post-7184161117861830730</id><published>2007-10-23T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:43:10.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nisha got stereotyped today. it was damn racist man. but it was kind of funny though. i mean the stereotypes, not racism. okay. i'm rambling. again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; just assumed that just because nisha's an indian, she can make kolam and do henna and make garlands out of flowers, because indians do that. but of course, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; assumed. for those of you who dont know, &lt;em&gt;assume&lt;/em&gt; means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making an &lt;strong&gt;ASS&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah so anyway. i had my first bout of craziness for the day because of this. because having a stereotype like that is as good as saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all people who live in antarctica &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; live in igloos and their best friends &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; be penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i had another crazy brainwave and told everyone that i live in an igloo on bukit timah hill, and nisha lived in an igloo in antarctica and her best friend was a penguin. it was totally lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. so today had the indian culture thing, which basically was pointless and boring. no offence to anybody's culture, but the activites they had were boring and to me, were frustrating too, maybe cos i couldnt string the flowers properly. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups so anyway met wenxin today. had to walk a whole compartment to get her. seriously some people are deaf man, i yell so loudly 'excuse me' they all still dont want to move. but whatever. was damn pissed with wenxin, but it's okay already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she came over and we had lunch and used the comp. seriously there's nothing to do anymore at home. it's so boring. but thank god there are cca camps, or else i'll be bored to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well okay. i've got nothing else to say. so i'll end here. ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-7184161117861830730?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/7184161117861830730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=7184161117861830730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me in the morning to kallang. was raining heavily and there was a traffic jam along the way so i was kind of late. nevermind. they started late anyway, cos it was raining really heavily. yeahs so anyway we won all the matches. and the dance went quite okay. we came in second, losing to 1-2. gahh. we always lose to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home with marian. actually was supposed to bus with rochelle, hillary, angela, cyn and marian to toa payoh interchange and take the train home from there. but then we just missed the bus to toa payoh and the bus to suntec city came first and marian and i just hopped on, cos i know how to get to mrt from suntec. and we left angela, hillary, cyn and rochelle there at the bus-stop. then we reached suntec and walked through city link to get to city hall mrt. sigh, should have called my daddy while we were at suntec. he said he would have treated us to lunch. then the rest all thought we got lost, then they smsed and called us while we were walking through city link. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so reached city hall and we took the train home. then when i reached home i went to bathe and sleep. hahas i know i'm a pig. everytime always sleep one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today was discussing the brilliant plan with angela. and all of them dont work!!! grhh. fine i'm exasperated. again. i'm so esily irritated and exasperated these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-8423503496846568264?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/8423503496846568264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=8423503496846568264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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guess, cos it wasnt up to my expectatons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;higher chinese: 111/190 (excluding oral)&lt;br /&gt;literature: 35/50 (excluding project)&lt;br /&gt;mathematics: 82.5/100 [A1]&lt;br /&gt;science: 83.5/100 [A1]&lt;br /&gt;history: 87/100 [A1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahs. whatever. i was so so so &lt;strong&gt;DISAPPOINTED&lt;/strong&gt; with my math and science marks. especially science. sheesh. i expected higher marks for both cos generally they are my two best subjects and i scored &lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt; for them. so i got really depressed and went to angela's to stone. sorry angela, i was really really disappointed. but my tutor's really happy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit was quite a surprise, cos i thought i wouldnt do well. i didnt write as much for my essays as i wanted to, and i thought i kept repeating the same stuff over and over again. i was really surprised i scored well for the unseen part, cos i switched from poem to prose halfway, and had like only half an hour to do my essay. but i guess it was good enough anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt; with higher chinese. yeah i know it isnt high at all but i'm just so happy i passed. that's how lousy my chinese is. kelly was so happy too, she was like yelling that she passed to the entire class. she was siting behind me and we two mad people started celebrating together that we passed. but i'm changing my chinese tutor, cos i think my chinese tutor now is not very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history was another miracle. i thought i would get B3 or something as bad as that cos i didnt write as much as i wanted to for SEQ, but in the end i guess whatever i wrote was enough. and i spent alot of time on SBQ so i did pretty well for that section. MCQ i almost got full marks too, so in the end i managed to score well for history. looks like i cant quit his cca now.nevermind, i'll go figure out another excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was the math trail and it was quite fun i guess. i thought it was kind of pointless but somehow, my group managed to win. haha i guess it was due to the math brilliance of chien wen and chloe. then i got into the UN team, so next year i'll be really busy, with two CCAs and the UN thing, so maybe i'll drop one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday when i came back from school i didnt have lunch so aunty made me have dinner at 5pm. then i went to bed to lie down and read my book and ended up falling asleep. then when i woke up it was like after midnight, and i realised i missed all my t.v shows and didnt use the comp at all. it took awhile for me to fall asleep again, and then when i woke up it was like 8.30 in the morning. haha i know i'm a pig, sleep for so long one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later going to school again for that dance practice. so i'm ending here, i want go eat my lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-7924087639086460974?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/7924087639086460974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=7924087639086460974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7924087639086460974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/7924087639086460974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-so-yesterday-i-got-back-rest-of.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-940857885837810311</id><published>2007-10-17T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:20:20.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeahyeah whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was kind of a crappy day, so dont mind my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway today got back results for geog, english, art and projectwork. so yeahs here are my lovely results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography- 78/100 [A1]&lt;br /&gt;art- 78/100 [A1]&lt;br /&gt;projectwork- 75/100 [A1]&lt;br /&gt;english- 68.5/100 (excluding oral)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatthehell. my results are like &lt;em&gt;crappyshit&lt;/em&gt; luh. wahh, my report book going look so pretty huh. my A1s are like rubbish A1s, and my english is going to get slaughtered by my mum when she gets home. she was already like yelling at me on the phone. tell me to go do my comprehension assesment or whatever. like hello, it wasnt my compre that pulled me down. it was that damn paper one, pull all my marks down. but i was damn lucky luh, cos i was really worried for summary cos i forgot to cancel out my summary draft, and i was afraid that the teacher would mark my summary drafft instead. yeah the teacher really went to mark the draft, and i got 14/15. wahh, i'm smart. maybe if she had marked the real summary i would have gotten lower. i think i still can get A2 for english, when they add my oral marks. oral went quite okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow this year, my brain decided that math, science, geog and history were it's favourite subjects and suddenly, wahh, i get A1 for all those subjects. and then that very same brain decided that it didnt like english and lit anymore, so suddenly, my english and lit marks are like rubbish. some brilliant brain i have. cannot score for all subjects simultaneously one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm rambling again. yeah whatever i rambled in my compre too, and the teacher wrote there, "stop rambling". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and geog was expecting marks like this so not really a big disappointment. my mraks for geog are usually around there. but for projectwork chienwen and i were toatally shocked. we thought we flunked it cos our presentation was rubbish and we didnt really present cos we exceeded time limit. but somehow everything worked out and we managed A1. it was a miracle we even passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art didnt expect to score A1 either, cos my art is limited to drawing flowers. but for eoys we had to draw sunflowers and paint them. so lucky for me, seeing as how out of all the things in the world i'm only capable of drawing sunflowers. and sova scored quite high, even though i wrote crap for sect B still scored full marks. i "rambled" on and on for both questions. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today cyn invited me to her the art showcase or something like that. haha i want to seee angela's art, i wonder what they'll look like. then today the clique was pretty low cos of some issues. hope everyone can cheer up soon. i'm sure it'll work out in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. kazakhastan playing portugal later at 10pm and i'm watching. so tonight will sleep around midnight like that. haha then tomorrow my brain will be brain-dead, no use at all for math trail. whatevr, my group members will jsut have to survive with my brain's conndition tomorrow. i have to watch protugal play. i havent watch ronaldo play in a long time already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-940857885837810311?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/940857885837810311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=940857885837810311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/940857885837810311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/940857885837810311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeahyeah-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-6576347947396139318</id><published>2007-10-16T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:57:25.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, using my dad's comp to blog cos just now i had to print the travel form out and my comp cannot print so i went to use daddy's. as usual, i lost my consent form. &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. but thank god grace adams was there to save me this time and scan the form to me. &lt;strong&gt;thanks so much grace!!! love you loads.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tommorow it's back to school again. sigh, i dont want to get back my results!!! i studied okay, dont get me wrong, but i started like only &lt;strong&gt;ONE WEEK &lt;/strong&gt; before the exams, while everybody else started like weeks and weeks before. i slacked this term luh, dont know why. too obsessed with edward cullen, maybe. nevermind, next year i shall mugg like shit before each exam. wow, i have one new year resolution already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then today went for my backbone checkup. hahas, the doctor say my backbone not that bad, so i dont need to come back for treatment! yays, i'm happy. but then i have to go checkup again next year in april and when the health checkup comes to ij next year they'll check again. but that's a long long long time from now, so i shant think about that just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my went to do pedicure with my mummy. my nails are so pretty now. and i didnt paint them red! hahas i painted them this shade of sea blue that looks kind of like green when reflected in the light in a particular way and when it's reflected in another way it kind of looks golden yellow! cool, huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then thank god today no cramps. wahh, yesterday was cramping like hell. damn pain. anyway after pedicure my mum went to her favourite shoe shop and wanted to get me shoes to wear to church. i didnt really like any of them, like nothing really caught my eye. but then my mum kept insisting and i finally found this one i kind of liked. so my mum got me that. and really, now the more i look at it the more i think it's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols, okay i'll stop crapping now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-6576347947396139318?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/6576347947396139318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=6576347947396139318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6576347947396139318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/6576347947396139318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-using-my-dads-comp-to-blog-cos-just.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2660689423549530051.post-2748394397160032465</id><published>2007-10-15T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:49:52.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised i have really really really &lt;strong&gt;GREAT FANTASTIC WONDERFUL SUPER SPECTACULAR&lt;/strong&gt; friends. i'm so lucky, and thank god for all my friends, i'm so happy. i guess i kind of understand the situation with &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; now, but i still dont get what's &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; problem. whatever. i shant let that spoil my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapping with angela on msn now. it's damn funny, especially the S.H.I.T thing on her fanclub, and the test she made me take. then chat with her on msn on her guys' names from a particular guy school. lols. i cant record the conversation here, cos it involves some people whom i know from that school, and they might get offended if they see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, today went to woodlands regional library with wenxin and emily, but couldnt really find the books i wanted. gah, what kind of library like that one, cant even find the books i want. i found the sixth book of the lady grace cavendish mysteries though. havent read that series in a long time. i know i'm childish, borrow books from the children section of the library. whatever. hah, and you all thought i only read romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then went to take neoprints, and then we went to sunplaza cos emily wanted to buy some book. she didnt want to tell us what book she was buying, so we got really curious and in the end it turned out she was buying some math book. sigh, i'll never understand the fine workings of &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; cracked mind. lols, no offence. walked like half of the train while we were on it, cos i wanted to show wenxin where we saw &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. then after that we went to pig out, cos emily and wenxin didnt eat lunch. i ate lunch but i dont care, i went to eat again. haha i'm a pig. thank god for my high metabolism rate, or i'll probably be in TAF club ages ago. but i'm still happily borderline underweight, even though i eat so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then went to the library in sunplaza and over there got so many books i wanted to borrow. i love the library in sunplaza, even though it's much smaller than the one in woodlands. in the end emily and wenxin had to drag me away, before i borrowed the whole library. i found one i wanted to read for a long time and one about vampires. haha i'm addicted to vampires now, after falling in love with edward cullen. went to my house after that, where we watched &lt;em&gt;ice princess&lt;/em&gt;. the girl is so pretty, even if i do say so myself. i like her hair, it's so nice and curly. ok, i'm blabbering rubish now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was fun as usual, and this coversation transpired between boon, my aunty and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty: boon, why you dont want to eat the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;boon: i'm a farmer&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, and i'm snow white&lt;br /&gt;boon: stop being stupid&lt;br /&gt;me: fine, then i'm bukit timah hill&lt;br /&gt;aunty: what has a farmer got to do with not wanting to eat the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;boon: farmers dont like change, they dont like to try new things. i never eat        chicken cook this way before, so i dont want.&lt;br /&gt;aunty: ashley, eat your chicken please.&lt;br /&gt;me: i dont want. i'm a farmer too. &lt;br /&gt;aunty: sigh, fine then i'm the only one eating the chicken. holidays coming again, soon it'll be christmas.&lt;br /&gt;me: speaking of christmas, you still owe me my birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;aunty: i said i'll get you a manchester united towel if i can find. we're going to thailand for holiday anyway, so sure can find for you there.&lt;br /&gt;boon: which part of thailand you going?&lt;br /&gt;me: phuket&lt;br /&gt;boon: ohhh... you go there must be careful. over there got a lot of ghost..and tsunamis..and..&lt;br /&gt;me: and farmers&lt;br /&gt;boon: yeah, there also got a lot of farmers. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame, i know. whatever. then after dinner went to read one of the library books, and managed to finsh reading it. one down, three to go. it sounds like torture, but really, it isnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i've got to go sleep soon, even though i dont have schoool tomorrow. wish me luck, i'm going to the doctor's tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2660689423549530051-2748394397160032465?l=whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/feeds/2748394397160032465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2660689423549530051&amp;postID=2748394397160032465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2748394397160032465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2660689423549530051/posts/default/2748394397160032465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersinthe-wind.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-realised-i-have-really-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>letting go when i can't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00149386513693584503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
