<?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-5698456399404551866</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:01:51.729+08:00</updated><category term='How long already?'/><category term='Stronger.'/><category term='Memory-empowered.'/><category term='Somebody save me of boredom'/><category term='You make me feel like its summer everyday..'/><category term='To someone:You will get stronger. We have your back babe~That&apos;s what friends are for=PP'/><category term='Stand by me:)'/><category term='Love is like gravity.'/><category term='Thanks for the memories..=) Glad that you&apos;re happy'/><category term='Meaningful lyrics'/><category term='It reaches deep.An other-worldly feeling.'/><title type='text'>Her life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>257</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-5372329434074055082</id><published>2010-06-07T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:19:48.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOTOROLA MILESTONE, I WANT YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-5372329434074055082?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5372329434074055082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=5372329434074055082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/5372329434074055082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/5372329434074055082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/motorola-milestone-i-want-you.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-2345272408303897249</id><published>2010-06-04T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:19:24.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Dining in was great. Comparatively the MBTI talk and career talk was mediocre. But i got really inspired by the career talks given. Esp the one by the surgeon and the dentist. The dentist looks like michelle chia's husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geng Hao was sitting between me and Yu Yun so he had to tolerate our talk about him HAHA. About how his personality seems good and he seems nice to talk to(the dentist). GH was like,'ER?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MBTI talk was a rather huge disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mr Robin Robbins&lt;/s&gt; The test over generalized in my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the results of the test i am an extrovert. I may not be quick to disagree but i do not agree either. I like to talk(true) but i think before i talk. I don't say non-meaningful things unless i want to joke around. But i like to joke around. I like to read! Despite what Mr Robbins says of 'extroverts', i am not one to be the centre of a conversation(that is in groups). If i am talking to a person who i have common interest with i can talk for hours. I think reasonably and i use my practicality to make decisions. But i drag my feelings inside too. I am very observant(i think because since young i've always wanted to be a detective). I like to ppl watch. Observe people and their behavior. So i tend to know and see what i see. But i like to have an artistic mind and whenever i think of something i think of the endless possibilities, i put my passion into it. I dwell deep into something( a poem, a quote, a phrase, an action etc) to think of what it means. I LOVE LIT. HAHAHA you'll probably say i'm a freak. Up till here you can see how much it contradicts with the supposed stereotype of an extrovert. Yet you can see how i am extrovert. I love to meet new people. I love to express myself and what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to analyse things!! Yet i always let my feelings overcome me. But i am a very rational person regarding decisions that revolve more around external / materialistic stuff. I am analytical but i love to be creative!! I use my intuition but i also use my information and weigh my options!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i am trying to say is that nobody is THIS. Or that. I don't believe 1% about what Robin Robbins said today about extroverts and introverts. Why do these type of stereotypes exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told to take it at face value which i agree. But i must say that nobody can be just like what their results say, even if their self estimated one is totally the same as their actual test result.:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a cool test though:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to critic movies and give comments on stuff etc:D I hope to be able to write and critic movies or critic stuff on the newspaper in my free time when i grow up. And be a free time photographer. Photography is my lifelong passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE AN ANALYST! Analyst in what i don't know HAHA. Or someone working in aviation industry. Or brain/social researcher. Or creative director. I'm interested in the brain, social stuff(ppl) , design, art, music, and the nervous system. HEHEHEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all my friends. Thank you for giving me such a great time today and such wonderful and FUNNY memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-2345272408303897249?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2345272408303897249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=2345272408303897249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2345272408303897249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2345272408303897249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/todays-dining-in-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-2802379469240695101</id><published>2010-06-03T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:31:23.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MBTI profiling, career talk, dining-in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-2802379469240695101?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2802379469240695101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=2802379469240695101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2802379469240695101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2802379469240695101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/mbti-profiling-career-talk-dining-in.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-6097832662180049459</id><published>2010-06-03T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T15:32:34.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mother's love</title><content type='html'>Shall type a poem i wrote last month. Or last last month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have complicated vocab or whatsoever. It is just expressive with simple words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got inspiration for the first line while i was bathing and the phrase kept drifting in and out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A mother looks at her son&lt;br /&gt;in her eyes other than him there's none&lt;br /&gt;So great is a mother's love&lt;br /&gt;it far exceeds the depth of oceans&lt;br /&gt;Her rough, weathered hands clasp his&lt;br /&gt;and like sun rays on a cold morning&lt;br /&gt;The warmth is dancing&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-6097832662180049459?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6097832662180049459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=6097832662180049459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6097832662180049459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6097832662180049459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/mothers-love.html' title='A mother&apos;s love'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-7259241688383669301</id><published>2010-06-03T13:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:30:48.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just now while in the car my mum asked in chinese," Hui Jie, you won't go and enter early relationships right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me*wary : What you mean by early relationships? How old? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: These days got a lot of people start dating at around 19 plus...you won't right? I think it's counted early leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAR 19 GOT EARLY MEH??19 already UNI!!!!! Or POLY YEAR THREE! It's okay what. Aiya i also cannot guarantee that i won't date early mahhh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Why you so agitated? I never say you cannot:) (teasing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aiya i then don't want later date late then marry late then i won't live to see my children grow up!!!(exagerrated) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: 想这么远啊 (teasing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha then we laughed. Don't want to marry late! Later when my children grow up i will be sixty plus seventy plus. No way man. I wanna be there with them! And do things with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever i can't predict my future anyway. I just wanna marry someone i love and who loves me and who will not cheat on me and is not selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My image of good men has been tarnished actually. Don't really think that there are a lot husbands who don't cheat on their wives. :( :( Hai. What a bad social phenomenon. :O But maybe a few years down the road it will be different. Ok maybe i am kidding myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;s&gt;many teenagers&lt;/s&gt; scratch that, 90% of teenagers don't date with marriage in mind. That's my calculated statistic. According to HJ's Statistics . (I used to use HJ Statistics in my Chi Formal letter and the teacher even accepted it. But since that time the teacher said cannot anyhow make up statistics i decided not to do it already. HEH) It's really hard to date and with marriage in mind. Really. Especially for teenagers nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is sure that this generation of adults cannot be compared with our generation of future adults. It will be very different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7259241688383669301?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7259241688383669301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=7259241688383669301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7259241688383669301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7259241688383669301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/marriage.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-9137211618849229697</id><published>2010-05-29T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:56:52.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reinhard Bonnke spoke today at Asia Conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received his book from my aunt when i was 11/12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt introduced me to God when i 10. I read his book and feel that he's a really strong evangelist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatly regret not going today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-9137211618849229697?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9137211618849229697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=9137211618849229697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/9137211618849229697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/9137211618849229697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/reinhard-bonnke-spoke-today-at-asia.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-570189967238020341</id><published>2010-05-27T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:17:36.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm listening to Alexi Murdoch right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His songs are so beautiful.All right i admit i'm seriously lazy to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll rather surf Facebook but well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have all of you noticed that Africa has some of the world's coolest names for states?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nigeria. Mauritius. SINGAPORE. ETC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Jamaica. BECAUSE it houses most of the world's best runners. &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His laugh was certainly eccentric and contagious. I was laughing the whole way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool much? Had great fun. There was one part where all of us were ambling to take photos with him: peering out of the pathetic small window of the Microsoft LivingLab(FIRST IN THE WORLD.LOL) and got seen by teachers who called us to come out. Embarrassing much? We were like crazy fans. Though before this occasion i didn't know who is Steve Ballmer. I only know Steve Jobs. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My phone is acting like a stubborn kid. It has switched off automatically for the FOURTH time in ONE hour== &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;&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-570189967238020341?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/570189967238020341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=570189967238020341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/570189967238020341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/570189967238020341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-listening-to-alexi-murdoch-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-995601798868264802</id><published>2010-05-20T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:57:50.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KHALED HUSSEINI</title><content type='html'>OH LI TING. THANK YOU FOR YOUR A THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS BOOK. I AM OVER THE MOON.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. HAHA i've been searching for someone with that bk for days!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY. YIPPEEEEE. I know i'm like some crazy person who is like desperate for KH's books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But his books really move me and are worth a read. More than a read:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would go buy his books if i had time. And i seldom buy books. I visit the library. HAHA books are free there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok i gotta go. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-995601798868264802?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/995601798868264802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=995601798868264802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/995601798868264802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/995601798868264802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/khaled-husseini.html' title='KHALED HUSSEINI'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-3313060618026118893</id><published>2010-05-14T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:44:27.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy monkeys</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh so my blog is not really dead. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i went out with Janet, Li Ting, Geng Hao, Christon and Jun Jie to watch Ip Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT ROCKS SOCKS K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really interesting how martial arts can train the soul. I want to learn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And donnie yen's moves are so solid and effective man. Before watching the movie we went to Yoshinoya to eat and there was this very enthusiastic lady who helped to make seats for us (6ppl) which meant that others had to re-seat themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. So we couldn't really reject eating there. Anyway Yoshinoya is nice, no complaints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after the movie we walked about and sat the elevator to the SKY. Which doesn't even have a nice sky view. Btw it's at Iluma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while walking, we saw a very very very very handsome guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HANDSOME LIKE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MORE HANDSOME THAT BRAD PITT. MORE HANDSOME THAN ROBERT PATTINSON. MORE HANDSOME THAN HUGH JACKMAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret GREATLY not taking one more look at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like so shocked when i saw him. LOL have to rephrase i sound like a person who gawks at ppl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As janet says, she wishes the time can turn back. HAHA SO SHE CAN GET ONE MORE LOOK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Li Ting: "Huh where is the guy? I never see!! Aiyo why you all never tell me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went NL(National Library) and sat the elevator. For like 5 minutes. Hogged it so we could experience the thrilling 14 storey plummet. LOL. But it wasn't very exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We 'camwhored' and while jumping over small little posts just outside the ENTRANCE of the NL, this security guard came over to stop us. We were like mad rabbits hopping around. Or ok probably only me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is epic. More epic is geng hao even jumped right in front of the security officer even after the officer told us not to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that Christon and i went to jump over railings near the cafe at the entrance of NL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think many ppl saw. I feel embarrassed now. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And GH said some ppl took photos of us. Later upload to stomp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA okay i am  in love with this sport called parkour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since young i've been jumping and climbing so it is really great for me. But dangerous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christon says should stick to just jumping over railings and boulders. HAHA maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i gotta learn how to do a cartwheel and a back tuck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-3313060618026118893?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3313060618026118893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=3313060618026118893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3313060618026118893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3313060618026118893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/crazy-monkeys.html' title='Crazy monkeys'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-8076917174009432949</id><published>2010-05-13T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:56:06.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my blog is dead. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'm excited for cell group later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAN YOU SEE THAT SMILE ON MY FACE HEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-8076917174009432949?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8076917174009432949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=8076917174009432949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8076917174009432949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8076917174009432949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-my-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-3282176030032802237</id><published>2010-05-08T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T10:33:10.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus services TO MY HOME</title><content type='html'>I am so mad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are there only buses 5 and 2 outside my house? I know that this is a condo area, thus most people have their own vehicles. But have they thought about students and elderly living there? We either have to walk like ONE KILOMETRE PLUS PLUS to the bus stop which has more buses or transfer buses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a joke that none of the JCs in singapore have direct buses to my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i complained on my condo website, though i know it's not proprietary since if i want someone to take action i have to complain to the MP or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But right now i don't know how so i can only complain on the website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe i just did that though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I commented on their tagboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something like, "Why can't there be more buses to this area? It's really inconvenient for students and they have to either transfer buses or walk to the bus stop at flora road, which is a long distance away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. Waiting for some reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-3282176030032802237?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3282176030032802237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=3282176030032802237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3282176030032802237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3282176030032802237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/bus-services-to-my-home.html' title='Bus services TO MY HOME'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-8951308149873324482</id><published>2010-05-07T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:47:55.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My update.</title><content type='html'>A Maths exam just ended. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was okay. Overall. Last part of the last question was epic. Everybody had different answers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this new movie starring Kirsten Stewart and Dakota Fanning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE RUNAWAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tries to recreate how a band( real) called The Runaways broke into the music scene and how the lead guitarist, Joan Jett(Kirsten Stewart) rose to fame as a solo artist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND GUESS WHAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY FAVOURITE SONG 'I LOVE ROCK N ROLL' IS BY JOAN JETT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh. I saw the movie review a few days ago and i double-taked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, JOAN JETT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw there's this rumor passing around that Lady Gaga just amputated her leg in the name of fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHICH IS JUST A SATIRE ON A WEBSITE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard the guys at my tuition talking about it and i was tempted to tell them, " It's a joke by a website"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, whatever. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life! interviewed Gaga today. But it wasn't much of an interview anyway. Since big shots are hard to interview. But according to the reporter she was very polite =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to have a rather bad image of Lady Gaga and her morals but i'm liking her a bit more now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her explicit moves and her sex-based lyrics are of course not anything cool, but i can't help but admit that SHE HAS TALENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She learned how to play the piano by herself at the tender age of 4 and most of her songs are self-written.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that a talent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So definitely, she deserves the attention she gets for her TUNES. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week Geng Hao and me thought of writing a poem for God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because i raised the idea of writing a poem together and we chose to write one about God. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the poem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;I will ride on Your wings, and let the strength of your flight bring me through all things&lt;br /&gt;Lifting me up without a worry, for it's for freedom that You set me free&lt;br /&gt;Through the fog we'll fly, through the deserts we'll pass, for I know that Your kingdom will come to last&lt;br /&gt;So let me follow You for all my days, reassured that You'll light the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll conquer the valleys and I'll scale the mountains, with you I'll be the rightful champion&lt;br /&gt;My sanctuary's found in Your heavenly arms, for it's my only eternal calm&lt;br /&gt;Even when my faith has wavered and I'm fallen from grace, it's Your name I'll always embrace&lt;br /&gt;For You know my every thought and my very soul, in You I'll always grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Way, the Truth and the Life, in You my love never subsides&lt;br /&gt;In times of lack, and when I'm deprived, I won't worry 'cause it's You who provides&lt;br /&gt;Use me as Your vessel, and rest assured it'll never be hollow&lt;br /&gt;For Lord, You are the captain of my ship; wherever you steer, I will always follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;AMEN:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-8951308149873324482?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8951308149873324482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=8951308149873324482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8951308149873324482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8951308149873324482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-update.html' title='My update.'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-1999243748332542045</id><published>2010-05-01T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:58:34.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meridian JC</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i went to Meridian JC to watch their CO concert.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yu Yun and me reached at 4 plus, which was VERY early, so we decided to tour its school grounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like their school track and field!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No i love it haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my favourite part of the whole school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the people kept staring at us. But i felt inconspicuous since both uniforms are BLUE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked around the school and looked at the photographs displayed on their school walls by their avid photographers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some very outstanding pictures there. But also some pictures that could have been easily shot with the focus lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i know the school pretty well now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw the canteen, library, dance studio, classroom, general office, corridors, field, track, student lounge and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The library is very conducive for studying and has two floors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks a bit like a miniature version of Tampines library?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah it's more conducive for studying than Ngee Ann's library, probably due to the noise in our library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes i think it's true that there are quite a lot of good looking people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the place where their motto and vision is written. It looks so university-like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's incredible that a college with only a history of ten years can make itself so established. I'm sure more is to come for the school over the next few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were whiling our time away at the library studying while waiting for the concert to start, i suddenly heard a guy call out, H*** shit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this guy came towards us then exclaimed, 'Ngee Ann rocks!!! I love ngee ann. Why did you all come here?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we told him then he said something like, "Omgosh ngee ann rocks man. Make good use of the night study! It helps!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he was about to go when he backtracked and said something more which is not suitable to be divulged and nothing of interest anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then me and YY were like, huh? So i guess he's from ngee ann. In JC2 probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuyun thought i knew him and i thought Yuyun knew him. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL but great enthusiasm. But. Our night study has already ended. Well i guess he benefitted a lot from the night study programme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dinner was waffles. Tasted super nice:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MJCO's concert was rather good? Especially the opening songs. Songs like Canon in D were played with the erhu and gaohu being the main melody, which i think is unsuitable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They played First Love and Yellow Lemon Tree too! And this song called Freedom which was uber nice and upbeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their hall is rather small compared to ours. We really shouldn't have anything to complain about the facilities at Ngee Ann. Compared to other schools, it's crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our canteen looks nicer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All JCs seem to be quite old now, in terms of infrastructure.. I wonder when the government is making them undergo PRIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so while gobbling my waffles at 7.30( Which is the time the concert starts) this lady came up to us and offered us 2 free tickets, thinking we did not have any. Of course we rejected her since we had tickets but wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people behind us were shouting like crazy until i had to cover my ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did that blatantly but who cares? It was a reflex action^^ I even think they sort of felt good when they saw ppl covering their ears. Coz it meant they were shouting loud enough:0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this guy sitting behind us who told a photographer that her skirt was not zipped( it was in fact not zipped and she was walking up and down the aisle) . responsible move i guess. But probably made the girl totally embarrassed. His friends were chiding him and saying he was bad. But at least the girl knew. I didn't see it though so i didn't tell the girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DRAMA rama though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall it was a ver fun trip and i really got to know more about Meridian JC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In JC i'm probably joining sports or dance as my CCA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i get into meridian i'm joining badminton. Their badminton girls are good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other JCs i'm not sure but i'm definitely going to join either a sports or a dance CCA. :D:D&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-1999243748332542045?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1999243748332542045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=1999243748332542045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/1999243748332542045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/1999243748332542045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/meridian-jc.html' title='Meridian JC'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-2859648403623831471</id><published>2010-04-24T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T01:46:02.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poverty cycle. Cambodian Children Fund</title><content type='html'>I think that these days i'm really losing my passion for blogging. Thus i plan to revive it. It may be because sometimes things that i want to say stay too long in my mind and when i am finally blogging, it escapes my mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i shall start with writing poems. Although i my love for blogging has lessened, my childhood love for writing poems has not. I shall start with writing about the people in Cambodia and Africa, whom i feel strongly about. I nearly cried when Mrs Gloria Tan showed us the videos of those starving children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This is a poem that does not rhyme; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pain twists my heart into two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i watch children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their ribcages so visible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rising and falling in accordance to their breaths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see the poverty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Torturing their souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wringing them dry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They hang on to life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it is like a limp washcloth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which cannot provide them with warmth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see their eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their futures could have been so bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet like waning candles in the moonlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flame struggles against the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever fight a decided battle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are fighting against poverty &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet we can say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My weight matters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And throw food away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see the little children crawling on the floor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How young are they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet their backs are bent like old men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their legs are twisted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twisted like the twisted cycle that is happening to them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To carry such a worldly burden on their backs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW OLD ARE THEY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit that this poem is not to the best of my ability. I just made it up impromptu. But it contains my strongest emotions and feelings about these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAKE POVERTY HISTORY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Young children at the ages of 3, 4 years old are starving.. Do you see their bodies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So skinny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like an empty shell left of their souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their eyes so full of hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glimmering against the sunlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday i am going to volunteer at Cambodian Children Fund. I mean it. I just searched the website, but they said only medical or teaching volunteers. Well, if not, there are other funds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i grow up i am definitely going to these places to do social work and expand my horizons. I know that it will change my world and the way that i view things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so depressed when i think of those children. Because of the circumstances they are born in, they lose the chance of education, entertainment, housing and life's joys. They spend time worrying about where to get their next meal. At their tender age we were probably running around or playing with our precious Lego toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These children deserve more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i admire Scott Neeson so much for what he has done. How many people in the world can make a stand and make a change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gave up his high-flying job as a director and moved to Cambodia to take care of the children there. He poured his savings into helping these people. Many people in the world can say they stand for a certain cause, but not many can fight for their cause in this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to give these people a chance. People in this world are becoming increasingly self-centred. Care about others. Look at what these children have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what we have. How can it be that there is such a huge difference? We as people living on this Earth should do something to bring the gap closer. It is our responsibility. People are born equal but not many have equal chances. People may say, fight for your chance, but it's hard when there are so many other children fighting too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see their struggle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They deserve more.&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;&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;&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-2859648403623831471?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2859648403623831471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=2859648403623831471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2859648403623831471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2859648403623831471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/poverty-cycle-cambodian-children-fund.html' title='Poverty cycle. Cambodian Children Fund'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-846113380857934819</id><published>2010-04-23T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:53:52.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been a great day!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23/4/10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the geography test i went to prayer meeting. Which was worship-extensive, but good nevertheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad i couldn't go to the combined cell group meeting, but i had fun with Yuyun for the night study!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't get to study much as when we had reached school after eating dinner with Geng Hao, Hui Yen, Yi Ren, Tay Xi and Joel it was already 6 plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodness it is 12.53 am now. gotta go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-846113380857934819?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/846113380857934819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=846113380857934819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/846113380857934819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/846113380857934819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-has-been-great-day-23410.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-6607265291282935276</id><published>2010-04-16T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:38:13.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i had a great cell group meeting!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great. The ba cai auntie chased us down but we went up to the 5th floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm listening to McFly's Smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-6607265291282935276?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6607265291282935276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=6607265291282935276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6607265291282935276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6607265291282935276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-i-had-great-cell-group-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-2483822410422644597</id><published>2010-04-01T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:41:45.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse</title><content type='html'>I love this new blogskin!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say it really suits me.. IN MY OPINION at least. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one thing...Geng Hao, is there a way to enable comments to posts and how do i squeeze in a tagboard without making it look ugly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had Biology SPA. I spilled DCPIP solution all over my shirt. I had two test tubes in my hand; one contained the DCPIP while the other contained the Vit. C solution. I proceeded to pour away the Vit C solution into the basin, but forgot that there was THE OTHER test tube containing the DCPIP. So the Vit C solution successfully emptied out but the DCPIP test tube which was lower spilled on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the DCPIP solution splattered on my shirt and turned from blue to purple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amira suggested using Vit C solution to clean it up. Eureka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha but i didn't. Coz i think my washing powder at home can do the job. I HOPE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOPS now that i think of it, i forgot to soak my shirt. My mum told me to soak it after i told her about the incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's Chem SPA was cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather easy, and all of us had finished by the 30th minute. So everyone stared at each other for about 15 mins before the teacher who was invigilating decided to release us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE CHEM SPA MAN. Theoretically it should be the hardest, but it's actually the easiest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Easter!!!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so great... partly because there's no school tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out this guy on Youtube. His username is ctrlaltrock . ALTROCK! I love alternate rock. It's one of my fav. genres. He has done pretty awesome covers of songs.. Check out his version of Stand By Me by Ben E. King too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/ctrlaltrock#p/u/2/CSXFa_RgM7o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've probably never told anyone before, but someday when i am passably accomplished on the guitar i'm going to make vidoes and do covers of songs like these. It's one of my wishes since...sec sch? I'm not out for fame...just really feel like sharing my love for music..just like this guy. Music is just that simple. Other than this way of sharing music, i don't think i care for other mediums like TV etc.. It's just my desired way i guess? Or performing with my friends, like singing a simple song and strumming the guitar, i've been dreaming about it since N years ago. It really is so gratifying to sing with friends and people who share the same passion for music!! Well, i'll do just that after Os. I'm gonna learn the guitar. ASAP.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="contentdescription" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 15px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;"And Jesus said unto them ... , "If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to younder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sectiontableentry2" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Romans 1:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="contentdescription" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: 15px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sectiontableentry2" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 31:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-2483822410422644597?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2483822410422644597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=2483822410422644597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2483822410422644597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2483822410422644597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/muse.html' title='Muse'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-5653601657743813187</id><published>2010-03-23T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:58:39.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23/03/10</title><content type='html'>One of the best days of my life!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this morning didn't exactly start off on a good note. I was late by 3-5 mins and when i was entering the sch, the security guard signaled to me to run and put a finger on his lips. There was a teacher near the parking lot talking to a boy so i quickly ran up the stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling fortunate, i was met with a bunch of people on the second floor. Who were of course in the end directed by Mr Victor Ong to stand outside the hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ergh all that running for nothing== Stood outside for 45 mins. Of course when Mr Ong walked away to check some other things we took the opportunity to sit down.(From 20th minute) After that even when he came we didn't bother to stand up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christon and Jun Hao were also late. BUT!! I saw some lower sec guys,so cute!!!Haha!! They like very innocent. Super cute :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that for biology lesson Ms Farhana showed us how a foetus looks like in the mother's womb. And in the video there was the vagina and there was quite a lot of blood. The vagina gap really made me feel nauseous. Like imagine having it cut==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ERGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that there wasn't anything much until FT time and everyone received a cheesecake which ISN'T a REAL CHEESECAKE pls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a marble cake to be factual. And i hate marble cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school i went with Yu Yun to eat lunch at Tmart. She didn't eat only drank bubble tea. Bubble tea unhealthy uh eheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went back classroom and found our gang chatting! About masturbation, of all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a mini bible study. Then we went back to CDS and roamed around. After eating the dinner which was provided, we went back down to play forbidden love. Gracie brought poker cards, but in the end never play! Sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey our Forbidden Love improved. During dinner YY ate a lot!!Haha her excuse is she didn't eat during lunch. And Yi Ting said "I eat so little for dinner because i had my lunch."LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had anightwalk!!Actually we aren't supposed to walk there but we went up the fourth floor to get the 'bird's eye view' of the hall. And we saw the dance item. Same dance as during CNY performance, so not much surprise. But still, rather nice dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway fast foward to when i was entering the 'stage' i saw the wrong seat and i was gonna seat down in YY's seat,wondering why there wasn't anybody beside me when YY told me i got the wrong seat. LMAO.  In front of the Founder's Day audience. Shhh. But i don't think anybody noticed. But i was smiling the whole way at the start of the performance. Totally relaxed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we camwhored a lot. Photos on FB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love cello guys you all rock!! Had a blast today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna sleep now. It's 12.58!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nights!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-5653601657743813187?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5653601657743813187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=5653601657743813187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/5653601657743813187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/5653601657743813187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/230310.html' title='23/03/10'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-7442898439682700491</id><published>2010-03-16T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:18:29.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well i got back my cello results!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;125.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A merit. Though i was aiming for distinction. My sight reading probably pulled me down like crazy which may be why i couldn't hit 130. 97% sure my sight reading pulled me down:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(You might be wondering why i'm putting a smiley face there-  97%.:D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what's done cannot be undone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a relatively good mark=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days i've been going out continuously. Oh gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday i went to CO BBQ. Monday i went to CHC Youth Conference and before that Kristine, Si Ying and Jun Jie came my house to play table tennis.(TABLE TENNIS IS SO FUN!) Tuesday(today) i went out to celebrate Li Ying's birthday. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i tasted green curry for the first time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shared with Yuyun. Though i'm not supposed to share coz i have cough!YY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Kaiji. Relatively interesting storyline, i would rate the movie 3.3/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to learn guitar after o levels. SO GOING TO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to Efterklang now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight buddies~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7442898439682700491?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7442898439682700491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=7442898439682700491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7442898439682700491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7442898439682700491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-i-got-back-my-cello-results-125.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-1437305123078030513</id><published>2010-03-12T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:57:41.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLLA!</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically i haven't blogged in a few weeks i gather-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SORRY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On hindsight i don't think anyone's reading my blog anyway. Like fervently?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for Term 1 i think my results were a huge improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All As except for English, Chinese and Biology. Which i am ashamed to admit,especially for english and chinese. These 3 subjects i got B4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really need improvement,especially for Bio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sec 3 science subjects are really weak. I really have to revise those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having a serious dry cough. I'm hackling in class like an old woman. Serious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So embarrassing-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherie, i think my name is Eshane. Ok? Haha LOL she's not even reading this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh baby and i just discovered two great bands!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Irrepressibles and Efterklang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WONDERFUL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great electro-pop and stringed instrument and voice combi and song arrangement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh i'm hackling again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today E Geog's test to be truthful is really...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How should i say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a test that i really cannot predict how much i will score.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and today Si Ying and me broke Geng Hao's hole puncher== rofl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It totally automatically dismantled its parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously,all its parts dropped off one by one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eeek sounds disgusting. But its funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise God for giving me faith and confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days when i run i never stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's really a big accomplishment for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me it signifies the power of my brain, will and my beliefs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i believe i can, i can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I REALLY DON'T WANNA stop, i won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This wednesday i went to run again with the same distance but i sprinted the whole way. I sprinted a whole 1.9 km or 2km i think. I'm not sure how long i ran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH AND IT IRRITATES ME SO MUCH. I can never remember to check my watch when i start running. I only remember when i've ran one quarter of the distance and  thus have to estimate how long i've run in total==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the 3rd time. Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's a good day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh i love my mum. Random but i really wanted to say that. Love her so much much much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN IS MY CELLO RESULT COMING BACK???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i've gotta wait another week. It's keeping me in suspense:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-1437305123078030513?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1437305123078030513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=1437305123078030513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/1437305123078030513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/1437305123078030513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/holla.html' title='HOLLA!'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-801525787210213870</id><published>2010-02-24T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:30:15.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GET YOUR SEXY BACK.</title><content type='html'>I know when my neighbor is feeling stressed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah duh, considering when she is stressed she smokes and her smoke wafts up and i seriously feel suffocated and yet i can't stop what i'm doing halfway and run out of the enclosed space which is the TOILET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY NEIGHBOR'S SMOKE IS POLLUTING MY TOILET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am super frustrated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is the MILLIONTH TIME I HAVE SMELLED HER SMOKE. Like imagine bathing halfway and smelling second hand smoke and not being able to get out of the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her smoke is strong. You know those kind of cigarette that have a sweet and burnt smell?:(&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;&lt;div&gt;AND DOES SHE KNOW THAT I CAN ALWAYS SMELL HER SMOKE AND SECOND HAND SMOKE IS DEADLIER THAN FIRST HAND SMOKE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i just smelled it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i have the urge to shout 'Stop smoking!' from my toilet window, but i suppress the urge to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inconsiderate neighbors. Like she doesn't know there's a window in her toilet and there's a window in my toilet and my toilet is just above her toilet==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because of her smoke, sometimes i have to shut my windows and all my doors so that her smoke doesn't get to me. And like not a space is left open in my room and my only source of wind is the fan while i am doing homework and how pathetic is that? Like being a refugee in your own house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pls don't smoke. GET YOUR SEXY BACKKKKKKKK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my practical exam i don't hold high hopes since i screwed up my sight reading and i forgot 1 scale.==&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-801525787210213870?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/801525787210213870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=801525787210213870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/801525787210213870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/801525787210213870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/get-your-sexy-back.html' title='GET YOUR SEXY BACK.'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-4136784695742779945</id><published>2010-02-20T17:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:11:40.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Today we had a practice session with Yee Ting at her house for our cello exam and it was fruitful, fruitful, fruitful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't seem to practice at the school, it's too distracting plus the piano there has several soundless keys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know if i should continue cello or not. On one hand, it has a nice tone quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, it is so big-sized that its troublesome and akward to carry around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus i don't aim to be a cellist when i grow up. I just like the cello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still deciding..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna buy a converse shoe. I've even thought of the colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^ Gotta work hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i'd like to wish my cousin, Ah Lei, and Ailin a happy birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their birthday is on 19 feb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday i was playing dai di with my bro and sis and i nearly had a 'heart attack'. My sis said J is bigger than Q. And that time we played bridge, we called her to choose a partner by saying a card that would help to complement her deck of cards. And she chose her own card. Which means she chose herself as her partner. All of us roared in laughter when we found out after half of the game.  I have to be more patient. Be more patient.  Coz my sis doesn't pay attention when i'm explaining to her how to play then she will anyhow put her cards, which sort of made me irritated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the bridge incident was terribly cute.^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and i'm using twitter again now. My posts of 20 something twitter posts are pathetic-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i've decided to run every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh gosh, i have not studied for bio actual spa. Gonna go study later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner is delicious:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cello exam is on 23 february, this coming tuesday. MYGOSHMYGOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cross my fingers. I want to excel in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-4136784695742779945?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4136784695742779945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=4136784695742779945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4136784695742779945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4136784695742779945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-7664703399899999785</id><published>2010-02-03T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:09:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's O Level Phy SPA was okay, except i tried to be extra by adding 'As x increases n increases' to my answer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i forgot to write a portion of something in my sources of error question, but i'm not sure if it will minus marks or not. Can i say my answers? Are there any classes that haven't taken? But anyway i'm not writing it out, coz i'm not sure and i'm lazy to check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm getting better(my cough and sore throat) and i should be healed after this week. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4R1 is getting the 4R1 plague. The number of people getting sick in our class is atrocious. Add in the air-con, and you get germs being passed around. But no, don't take away the air-con. Hehh (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cello exam is on TWENTY THIRD OF FEBRUARY !!! 23 /2!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. I really am freaking out. Learned about it on sunday but i haven't gotten enough practice. Drats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHH. I have to excel in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My scales...my SIGHT READING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most worried about these two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course the songs too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm shall go to sleep now. My dark circles are getting heavier and heavier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7664703399899999785?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7664703399899999785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=7664703399899999785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7664703399899999785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7664703399899999785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/todays-o-level-phy-spa-was-okay-except.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-3194812897004780418</id><published>2010-01-29T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:08:14.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a love-heat relationship with beer/wine.</title><content type='html'>Does anybody's parents encourage them to drink?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, mine does. Not my father, but my mother. My mum loves to drink red wine and beer and she has a great stomach for drinking. She drinks not very often though. Like once a month or two or none at all. The biggest reason is because it is known that red wine improves blood circulation and can aid in health when drunk in moderate amts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gives me red wine (even when i am unwilling) to drink sometimes. Like half a cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, a lot of people say red wine needs patience and taste to appreciate. I get it. But to me right now, it doesn't taste as nice as champagne or coffee. But i think it's great. Great to know how to drink. So won't be at a disadvantage in future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really think my mum prepares me for things by letting me experience them ( these type of little things only).. very american-style parenting. And life is really more of a practical experience than a theory experience, ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i just drank a few sips of beer just now, because my mother said she let me drink a few sips( i didn't ask) while i was drinking my chocolate milk, which she didn't notice. LMAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I tried to mix both of them together. But really you just get the beer taste. And Singapore beer is not a match for Vietnam beer. Not that i like it so much, sometimes I even hate beer, but i can compare the difference(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure that everyone has a love/hate relationship with alcohol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today's beep test? I screwed it up. By giving up after 5-2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which really is stupid of me. I should have continued if i can. Gosh,i need to work up my mental resilience. And great job to Janet for her 6-10. Brilliant effort man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-3194812897004780418?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3194812897004780418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=3194812897004780418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3194812897004780418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3194812897004780418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-love-heat-relationship-with.html' title='I have a love-heat relationship with beer/wine.'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-3211571814618161730</id><published>2010-01-20T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:16:40.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SS lesson</title><content type='html'>I realize i have not been blogging recently.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,i am definitely guilty of abandoning my blog. Every time i use the computer i go straight to Facebook. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's SS lesson was charming. As usual, Mr Ong's charmed Kristine and me with his VOICE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He really has a deep and nice-sounding voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His lesson was HILARIOUS and it got me interested in the politics of war and what happened. Though i have always been sort of interested in it, his lesson today piqued my interest more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much that i googled Korean War and am going to visit the website he gave us regarding SAF. The media portrays SAF wonderfully and their advertisements rock. Makes me feel like joining NS myself. Ha-ha. I said feel like ONLY=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally-No-Hope Missiles. Interesting. I'm just abit pissed off he thinks we girls are uninterested in that kind of thing. So he doesn't elaborate. I was hoping he would. And i was hoping he would not think that we are all muggers and have mugged the chapter(when we have not even read whole of it ) thus not going through much with us. But today's lesson was a delight^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, the things he says about the nuclear bombs and N.K threatening S.K to give them food and other supplies and how all these work really fascinate me. I love history. Just that reading about war and military in the newspapers(TST) is just CERTAINLY NOT as thrilling as listening to a passionate person explain to you about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i don't really know much about these, despite wanting to know. I am bored just by seeing The Straits Times cover page. I keep convincing myself that someday i will read The Straits Times everyday. I do read other newspapers everyday-i make it a point to- newspapers like Today, My Paper,Life! and DL, and Urban. Chinese newspapers are welcome just that i don't order them. And chinese newspapers are so filled with ads, although they are filled with entertainment and lesser news. But sometimes they are filled with empty entertainment. Like EVERY MOVEMENT of a celebrity has to be recorded==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's chemistry lesson-GREAT!! SPA rocked. The copper (II) sulphate crystals were really pretty. And watching them turn from powder form to anhydrous form really is one of the highlights of this SPA thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, life is great. I slacked today coz tmr no lesson. I have loads of EMATHS HOMEWORK undone. Can someone teach me how to do review Qns 12?  It really requires racking brains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmr is OLE. We will be missing P.E on Fri, which i am deeply deeply deeply sad about=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really. Sigh:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Ok think i'm gonna end my post here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao!! &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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-3211571814618161730?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3211571814618161730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=3211571814618161730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3211571814618161730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3211571814618161730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/ss-lesson.html' title='SS lesson'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-5078722351417776674</id><published>2010-01-12T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:18:55.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY P1 cousin Shannon is the class monitor!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unexpected!!=)) So freaking happy. Love her man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not finished my chi bk for the test tmr simply because i haven't got time to read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left 6 more stories. Planning to read later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tempted to browse flickr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-5078722351417776674?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5078722351417776674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=5078722351417776674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/5078722351417776674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/5078722351417776674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-p1-cousin-shannon-is-class-monitor.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-7796073842371839144</id><published>2010-01-11T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:26:32.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got A1 for my chinese. Goodgood.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin got an aggregrate of 9for o'lvls!! Minus minus-able marks will be 5. Proud of her man!!~=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today after we got back our o lvl results we had cell in 4R1 classroom. Thanks Yi Ren!!You did a great job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice songs=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just completed more of the bio project, now off to ss. SS test tmr. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7796073842371839144?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7796073842371839144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=7796073842371839144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7796073842371839144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7796073842371839144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-got-a1-for-my-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-2499635863600288382</id><published>2010-01-09T17:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:29:02.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CITY HALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/S0hUTp97RcI/AAAAAAAAAg8/mjEqZJJsm6E/s1600-h/20080318-song-chaseungwon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424678447827600834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/S0hUTp97RcI/AAAAAAAAAg8/mjEqZJJsm6E/s400/20080318-song-chaseungwon1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am watching a new korean show (haha ) called City Hall and it rocks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The female lead is the female lead in the 我叫金三顺 show and the male lead is really handsome. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although he is like,38 years old already-.- He really has charisma. And he's like 188cm tall..almost a foot above the other male actors in the show. I love the female lead too. I watched the show initially because of her:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must watch City Hall!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-2499635863600288382?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2499635863600288382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=2499635863600288382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2499635863600288382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2499635863600288382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/city-hall.html' title='CITY HALL'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_FSE9RrzPZp8/S0hUTp97RcI/AAAAAAAAAg8/mjEqZJJsm6E/s72-c/20080318-song-chaseungwon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-4976877832724707861</id><published>2010-01-09T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:34:25.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pissed off with my printer. and fingers. On my first and second fingers there are BUBBLES...in chinese...paopao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very pain. From plucking the strings in cello. Grh. I can't type at all using my first finger or click using the mouse or else it will hurt like mad. They are like two white stones on my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My printer can't work properly and although it can print colour, it stops its ink halfway and then the words start appearing again. I might as well don't print my english webquest, which i STILL haven't handed in bcoz of my printer and my computer,which rebelled yesterday by refusing to switch on even after i onned and offed my com like a million times. It just wouldn't start:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA anw i got some news to tell you i'm gonna start in the next post because it's a happy one!! It's not news actually, just what i wanted to say. HEEHAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-4976877832724707861?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4976877832724707861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=4976877832724707861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4976877832724707861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4976877832724707861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/pissed-off-with-my-printer.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-7339803472393239740</id><published>2010-01-01T12:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:46:25.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/1/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/Sz166l2zSdI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fNh_y9NgjIk/s1600-h/DSCN7351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421624673436912082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/Sz166l2zSdI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fNh_y9NgjIk/s400/DSCN7351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello people! It's 2010!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May everyone have a great and blessed year ahead=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've made a lot of new and great friends-shan xuan,etc:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;learnt a lot of things-about morals..and friendship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i went out a lot(break record!the year i went out most!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've matured more!(not i say de,a lot of people said that=D)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i had my downs..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but what are the ups without the downs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,2010!!I welcome you with open arms. 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday i went to my ah ma house for the countdown party..=DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had buffet...and the eclair!!!!We ate a lot. Plus hash browns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we(me,Xing Min,Jia Yan,Hui Zhen,Pei Yi) went up to Xing Min's room to play.Act.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We acted impromptu about confronting boyfriend snatcher...LOL. At first we kept laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that,we went upstairs to play games with little cousins=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blind mice,charade,and the fold-the-mat-and-make-everyone-squeeze-into-the-mat game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For blind mice, we all delibrately let the smaller ones win...i saw that i was the second last 'big' people(compared to the 4-8yrolds) and i quickly got out of the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was VERY FUN though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the charade,HORRIBLY FUNNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally roared with laughter everytime a person made the wrong action from the one shown to him/her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...LOL...for me to laugh. My group got last. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went downstairs to help take packet drinks(supposedly) We went to the barbecue area and ate some of their satays and hotdogs and drank blackcurrant before taking their drinks to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended the games at about 11.45,and ran downstairs to snatch the snow spray thingy and the pop-pop thingy. LOL. I don't know what it is called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then somebody started shouting TEN,NINE,EIGHT,SEVEN,SIX,FIVE,FOUR,THREE,TWO,ONE! As usual and we started popping off our knick knacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual,i had a hard time popping them off(: We played the fireworks stick thingy and after that,waited to be bombed by water balloons careening from the second floor to the place we were coz they were refreshing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to wash my hands with XM and we started splashing water. A cousin said," Wah where you go??Wild wild wet?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went up with XM after that and my sister and we took the first photo of 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First things...we always count these things. Last year,we counted the first food we ate of 2009-rojak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year,first photo,first drink-blackcurrant,first food-grapes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaah(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ending my post here,may everyone have a BOMBASTIC 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7339803472393239740?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7339803472393239740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=7339803472393239740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7339803472393239740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7339803472393239740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/112010.html' title='1/1/2010'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/Sz166l2zSdI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fNh_y9NgjIk/s72-c/DSCN7351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-2203983175090348590</id><published>2009-12-30T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:21:22.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT TO WATCH AVATAR, SHERLOCK HOLMES AND CHAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAAWWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everybody watch liao,i feel so 'at the back'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the movies seem so nice. And you just simply can't watch avatar by downloading it on the computer, it will be a different thing. If so might as well don't watch. That's why:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jio my mum go watch avatar with me tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUHAHAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-2203983175090348590?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2203983175090348590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=2203983175090348590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2203983175090348590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2203983175090348590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-watch-avatar-sherlock-holmes.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-4719372538280590032</id><published>2009-12-29T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:31:08.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;esprit n [F, fr. L spiritus spirit] (1591) 1: vivacious cleverness or wit 2: esprit de corps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coeur: heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello guys, i've changed my blog url. It means vivacious heart in french, and its really beautiful. I'm really set on learning french.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a wake-up call on Christmas day and i really really want to thank my dad. For everything=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really learnt a lot. I'll never forget 2009's Christmas day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toast to new beginnings^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-4719372538280590032?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4719372538280590032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=4719372538280590032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4719372538280590032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4719372538280590032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/dad.html' title='New beginning'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-8008287214535131938</id><published>2009-12-29T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:21:17.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meaningful lyrics'/><title type='text'>DAUGHTERS - JOHN MAYER</title><content type='html'>I know a girl&lt;br /&gt;She puts the color inside of my world&lt;br /&gt;But she's just like a maze&lt;br /&gt;Where all of the walls all continually change&lt;br /&gt;And I've done all I can&lt;br /&gt;To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's got nothing to do with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you see that skin?&lt;br /&gt;It's the same she's been standing in&lt;br /&gt;Since the day she saw him walking away&lt;br /&gt;Now she's left&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up the mess he made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys, you can break&lt;br /&gt;You'll find out how much they can take&lt;br /&gt;Boys will be strong&lt;br /&gt;And boys soldier on&lt;br /&gt;But boys would be gone without the warmth from&lt;br /&gt;A womans good, good heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of every man&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for every girl&lt;br /&gt;You are the god and the weight of her world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too [x3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-8008287214535131938?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8008287214535131938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=8008287214535131938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8008287214535131938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8008287214535131938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/daughters-john-mayer.html' title='DAUGHTERS - JOHN MAYER'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-8657568912576883608</id><published>2009-12-29T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:06:46.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow i haven't posted in eons. Actually i haven't made up my mind about my eng name but whatever, there's so much time for me to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer just informed me that i have 0 disk space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,just to make sure, i deleted 8 GB ++  of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN IT BE MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i save a copy of some songs i have in my phone and sometimes i save a copy of some pictures that i have in Picasa. And my bro downloaded a few games,but they don't occupy THAT much disk space. MY computer is cheating me. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT it still doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-8657568912576883608?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8657568912576883608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=8657568912576883608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8657568912576883608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8657568912576883608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-i-havent-posted-in-eons.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-7958270188650505386</id><published>2009-12-25T09:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:31:39.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25122009</title><content type='html'>Merry christmas! It is 9.12am now,and i woke up at 8 plus coz i couldn't get back to sleep after that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going for the City Harvest Church Service at 12.30 today..i'm really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I THINK I'VE DECIDED..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english name is going to be Sharlen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARLEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn dance.. I really really really love it. I am going to join a class after o levels if i can. I'M SERIOUS! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless, and i wish everyone a BOMBASTIC 2010 ahead~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear ... "&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:18&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever."&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 23&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7958270188650505386?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7958270188650505386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=7958270188650505386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7958270188650505386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7958270188650505386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/25122009.html' title='25122009'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-968779982871930141</id><published>2009-12-10T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:28:31.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CUT MY HAIR TO SHOULDER LENTH!!!!=D=D=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-968779982871930141?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/968779982871930141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=968779982871930141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/968779982871930141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/968779982871930141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cut-my-hair-to-shoulder-lenthddd.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-6993004169161685702</id><published>2009-12-10T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:20:11.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>余</title><content type='html'>By the way do you know that there is an Yee Clan Association? The Yee means my surname 余 which means if converted to English it is Ee Clan Association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ah gong is a member and gosh, it is such a cool association. 2009 is their 81st anniversary. I am proud of my surname:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled it and found some info about it on the web. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;First found in the Spring and Autumn Period of China, the Chancellor of Qin known as Yao Yu, Yu is a typical name in the southern area of China. The place of origin of this name is likely to be in Feng Xiang (é³³ç¿"), Shaanxi to the area of Xian Yang (å'¸é™½). It is first said to appear in the Han Dynasty. The Yu people moved into the county of Xi (æ­™ç¸£), Anhui. After that, the surname has spread quite well in the south China, but much weaker in the northern China. Many of the them moved to southern China, into counties like Zhejiang, Jiangsu and Jiangxi. In the time of Southern and Northern Dynasties, the Yu people have already became a tribe in the prefecture of Xin An (æ–°å®‰éƒ¡), Luoyang. Because of the war in the north at that time, people moved to the south, in places like Hunan and Hubei.It was after Tang Dynasty, when the surname finally became popular, and is very famous in the southeast area of China. At this moment, people moved into other places like Fujian and Guangdong. In the later part of the Tang Dynasty, Yu in the northern part became popular too.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.allexperts.com/e/y/yu/yu_(surname).htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-6993004169161685702?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6993004169161685702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=6993004169161685702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6993004169161685702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6993004169161685702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='余'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-74987164666930977</id><published>2009-12-05T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:50:52.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam trip part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/SxpzIbm8elI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wLErouhfpsI/s1600-h/DSCN5957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/SxpzHAmffZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ACRQAlJiC28/s400/DSCN5877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411764466496798098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/Sxpxjtt-ktI/AAAAAAAAAcA/dZAGmfpuSzY/s1600-h/DSCN5866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/Sxpxjtt-ktI/AAAAAAAAAcA/dZAGmfpuSzY/s400/DSCN5866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411762760620872402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/SxpxjFz0H6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/sJkRRcDIscc/s1600-h/DSCN5865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/SxpxjFz0H6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/sJkRRcDIscc/s400/DSCN5865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411762749907935138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/SxpxihCqCKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4mFm_zFqnhk/s1600-h/DSCN5859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/SxpxihCqCKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4mFm_zFqnhk/s400/DSCN5859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411762740038076578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/SxpoRtVwhDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/R2uEtX0jWmg/s1600-h/DSCN6275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/SxpoRtVwhDI/AAAAAAAAAbo/R2uEtX0jWmg/s400/DSCN6275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411752555676992562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to Geng Hao, i feel obliged to write more about my Vietnam trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight was at 11am i think, and we were supposed to meet up with our reatives at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i woke up at 6am and ate breafast at the airport's BK!!A grand total around 30++ of our family members went on the trip together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met our tour guide(singaporean), Edwin, who is 27 years old. We took a group photo at the airport and everyone was staring at us o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We squatted and my legs nearly gave out coz there were around 6-8cameras???!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way i think that Singapore has the most beautiful passport in the world. The symbol makes our passport look super proffesional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Listening to Cannonball by Damien Rice/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane i watched Coco Before Chanel( we sat SIA) which was at some points,intriguing, but at other times also immensely boring=...=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i watched halfway and offed it and simply listened to music coz my eyes hurt.Seriously, do the flush in airplanes' toilets have to be so loud??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be going deaf. Everytime i press the flush button i quickly cover my ears. Gosh if you were there you would laugh like crazy coz i'm sure it looks comical, but GEE. That sound can make my ears explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we were a whole lot of people and since the people arranged for us different seats,we were trying to exchange seats LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were getting out of the aeroplane i suddenly needed the toilet and (i think) since the aeroplane had already landed, there was pathetic water dripping out of the tap. And when i pressed the soap button the soap splashed on me and onto my feet(i have no idea how too). Since there wasn't enough water i had to walk out of the plane with a little soap at my feet(i was wearing sandals).(Comical right-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Vietnam we got a shock. The airport toilet cubicles were unable to be locked-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky i got one that could be locked. A lady was not that lucky and while she was peeing halfway the door just swung open. Oopss. According to my mum. I didn't notice that coz i was busy splashing water on my feet to clean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xingmin suggested(jokingly) me to put my feet in the basin to wash,but no way man. LMAO. Way unglam esp since its in an airport toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's 10.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when we got out and checked out Xing min remembered that she forgot her packet of sweets in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came out she even said to me," Aiya my plastic bag is in the toilet cubicle. Nevermind after ah ma come  out i go take." in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she forgot coz she was busy contributing to the water at my feet HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word of warning: Vietnam airport is really NOT like Singapore's airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met our vietnamese tour guide and together with Edwin we were led to our bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family filled the whole bus,LMAO.SO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except there were a couple and originally i thought they were part of our extended family or were somehow related to us,but actually they were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their original tour group was cancelled due to too little people in that grp and they got arranged to be in our group,which all consists of family members:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway the couple was really kind. Surname's Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to check in at our hotel, Flower Garden Hotel, which was rather pretty=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared a room with my bro and sis and my parents a room. Coz there were only 2 or 3 beds per hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got allocated a room on the eleventh floor while everyone else's was on the 7/8/9/10 floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool. I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was complimentary fruits but i was abit scared to eat it(scarly not fresh...food poisoning etc...who knows how long they put the fruit already...etc) but in the end i still ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were arguing about who was going to bathe first,which is really classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to a restaurant for dinner and went to shop the night market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't really much to shop for although there were alot of shops. They were either all selling the same things or had prices no different from Singapore or even more ex. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway i'll continue in another post. Ciao~ Gotta go coz my dad is calling me to off the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s can anyone please tell me what exactly does (Y) mean??!??!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-74987164666930977?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/74987164666930977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=74987164666930977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/74987164666930977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/74987164666930977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/vietnam-trip-part-2.html' title='Vietnam trip part 2'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/SxpzIbm8elI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wLErouhfpsI/s72-c/DSCN5957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-8709391899518427257</id><published>2009-12-05T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:27:53.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Wilde</title><content type='html'>I was just browsing through quotes from Oscar Wilde andi saw some interesting ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone elses opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde's quotes are simple yet true. His quotes set people thinking. 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-8709391899518427257?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8709391899518427257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=8709391899518427257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8709391899518427257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8709391899518427257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/oscar-wilde.html' title='Oscar Wilde'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-5351232393739881818</id><published>2009-12-04T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:44:47.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanoi</title><content type='html'>P.S My Hanoi pictures are on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things about Vietnam:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) They eat dog meat as easily as we eat chicken meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) They eat dog meat at the end of the month and cat meat at the beginning of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Their coffee is rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Trying to cross their roads needs skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) About 80 percent of their vehicle population is made up of motorcycles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Most motorists don't care about traffic lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Motorists horn like we breathe. It's super noisy on vietnam roads because there's always 'Beep beep beep!'. It's probably just music to them- they horn freely and sometimes for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) It is easy to haggle in the Night market at Halong Bay( I got a bag at 3 SG dollars and 4 necklaces at around 10 dollars,which is the price for ONE necklace in Singapore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Shopping at Hanoi is not really good coz prices aren't much far off from SG and they sell almost the same things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Shopping centres that sell branded overseas goods( Chanel, Prada, Addidas, Puma, Nike, Burberry, Dr Martens etc) ARE SUPER EXPENSIVE. They burn your butt off. Don't expect the price to be cheaper than in Singapore. On the contrary, it is around 50 percent to 100 percent higher than in Singapore=(( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Their hotels provide good service. Just find a reliable one and you will be impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) The food and drinks in the hotel room are complimentary,unlike in China or Malaysia where you have to pay. But beer is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) By the way, beer in hanoi is much better than beer in Singapore. Even their Heinekein(did i spell it correctly) is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) You MUST visit Halong Bay and Ho-Chi Minh Musuem if you go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) All of the women there wear skinny jeans and they all sell very trendy jeans( in Hanoi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Most men in vietnam stay at home while women work. It's opposite from SG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Their food is light(qing dan),which is why Vietnamese are mostly petite/small and skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Their traditional costume is really pretty but you better have a trimmed waist as abit of the waist is exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Some sellers quote you a price and when you give them more money,expecting them to give you change, they pretend what you've given is what they quoted or give you lesser change than what you should get. So count your change and it's best to give them the exact value.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-5351232393739881818?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5351232393739881818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=5351232393739881818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/5351232393739881818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/5351232393739881818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/hanoi.html' title='Hanoi'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-3506872157866598415</id><published>2009-12-03T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:33:16.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam</title><content type='html'>BACK FROM VIETNAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously lazy to post about everything, but VIETNAM COFFEE REALLY ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed a mini hill and my thigh was aching. We were 3rd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip to vietnam mademe realise how lucky i am to be a Singaporean, not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that vietnam is run-down or what,but it just makes me treasure Singapore more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is that vietnam's airport really needs VAST improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors of some toilets can't be locked,you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its hotels provide seriously good service.Anyway i thought i lost my hotel card when i checked out ths morning and was all around finding it when XM told me probably they will charge a fee if no card is returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i found it in my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah bleah. Then XM was like sign-launguaging to a cleaner abt the charge, but unsuccessful. The cleaner was very cute and friendly though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept with my bro and sis but on the last night my 2 cousins Jia Yan and Xing Min came over and my bro went over to another room andwe talked till 1.30++ am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talkin about our childhood and how we met and laughing like crazy. I thought we would wakeup our tour guide Edwin who was next door to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.Lucky they went out for coffee. SEE!! This is also proof that viet coffee ROCKS LIKE....BOOMMZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents bought a lot. The spent like half an hour shopping for coffee in viet's mart Citimart. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't allow bags inside(coz afraid people steal) so i waited outside with my parents' bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two tour guides-one from vietnam(Ah Shi) and the other Singaporean(Edwin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Shi kept talking about 'yellow' jokes which were sometimes funny or sometimes lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin is rather caring towards my ah ma and the elderly in the group,even helping them up stairs and chatting with them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm both have their good points. I was rather impressed with the viet tour guide coz he knew ALOT about Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin is 12 years older than me, like exactly a cycle in the chinese horoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i shall upload pictures on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-3506872157866598415?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3506872157866598415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=3506872157866598415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3506872157866598415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3506872157866598415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/vietnam.html' title='Vietnam'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-4140058403119536547</id><published>2009-11-28T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:37:06.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan Hartono</title><content type='html'>I just watched finish 4 episodes of hai pai tian xin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the show Luo Zhi Xiang and Rainie Yang were super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday i was watching the results show of Singapore Idol, and a guest singer called Nathan Hartono performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hearing him on radio(forgot which channel) 3 years ago when he was fifteen, and had just become famous due to Teenage Icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he was singing jazz and he was only 15 made me remember him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,i love jazz. It is great to know that at least some young people like jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him on Singapore Idol was like seeing an old friend? Good to know that he's still out there. However, his voice is not 'full' enough. He's good looking and confident. Ha:D:D Jazz is really a great genre and his self-penned song Stand is rather smooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pennysdaybook.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/Nathan-Hartono-1.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new album cover, Realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/SxB-DbsOaLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/M82e4fff0qA/s1600/20070629_nathan_main.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/SxB-DbsOaLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/M82e4fff0qA/s400/20070629_nathan_main.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408961749909924018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish him success, and to all the young people out there, always have confidence and don't be afraid to venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. I sound like a preaching grandma,but whatever=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-4140058403119536547?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4140058403119536547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=4140058403119536547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4140058403119536547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4140058403119536547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/nathan-hartono.html' title='Nathan Hartono'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/SxB-DbsOaLI/AAAAAAAAAbI/M82e4fff0qA/s72-c/20070629_nathan_main.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-4822916351438155541</id><published>2009-11-26T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:51:33.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello long time no post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday yesterday went to watch 2012 with Janet, Jessica and my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we shopped bugis street and the BHG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to say that i bought a mesh sweater(partly for my trip to Vietnam) that is v-necked and reaches until my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love these type of clothes:D:D One of my favourites. I like mesh sweaters all the more better when they are v-necked and long enough to be worn as dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippe yippee. Anyway i heard from my cousin that the temperature at Vietnam is not going to be as cold as expected, aroun 18-28 degree celsius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUMMER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRH. I was looking foward to cold weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at 11am at Bugis MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early..to eat and shop luh,hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Bugis street..at frst we walked through a bag store, then the salesguy promoting his bags..when we were just looking around. Which was annoying. He was like saying," 这些比较便宜的货都是因为它们是损货。。但这不代表它们坏了！意思只是说它们有一点刮痕，或.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAHBLAHBLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was explaining to us why the bags on display at the front of the store was selling so cheap,and what it meant by slightly damaged goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we didn't know what it meant. So Jessica and me nearly burst out i laughter when we were near the exit of the shop. The guy was following us around but was smiling but STILL, unsettling. So we left the shop as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to avoid the shop as much as possible due to its over-zealous salesmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then inevitably we went back,after walking one round. We were like,'Shit its the shop again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jessica said she wanted to look at a bag again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were sort of browsing,then the same two guys wearing green(think i'll never forget this) walked up to us and introduced the stuff blah blah.(1 sentence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one said “eh 你们很面善leh。。你们刚才不是来过？ 我记得你们！ 你们再来就是有意思买对吗？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晕！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they started talking to us and Janet and my sis quickly fled out of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and me were like,"No no no"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as i was walking out of the shop,secretly feeling relieved, (they were still talking to us. One salesman corner me another corner Jessica) th guy who was talking to me grabbed the strap of my bag to pull me back. How rude!-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally shocked. I'm not even famliar with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the two guys started asking us our number??? So that they can deliver the goods or whatever hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol,you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we said no in chinese and quickly ran away. After that we took care not to enter thier shops or even come to a 30 metre radius within them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary. One time we were like 20 or 30 metres away from them and me and Jessica totally prtended not to see them and quickly ran and Janet and my sis told us that the salesman nearly ran out to talk to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. Coz they normally stand outside their store to welcome customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway 2012 was really scary,not in a freakedout,nightmare sort of way,but it made me scared in a sense that i seriusly am scared to see the world end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animation effects were tantalizing,amazing, real and scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay plot,but nice scenes and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despitethe hubbub Ip Man still wins 2012 hands down. Give Ip Man a watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will rock your socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my bro convinced me to go play badminton at my dad's weekly badminton meet with his colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sososo terribly regret it. Firstly coz most of them were rather pro and secondly i don't use the right technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seriously if i played i would be an embarrasment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mostly out of the two and a half hours i sat there fo 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching them play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee,pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY WANNA PLAY BADMINTON THE CORRECT WAY:( AND LEARN HOW TO SMACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-4822916351438155541?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4822916351438155541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=4822916351438155541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4822916351438155541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4822916351438155541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-long-time-no-post.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-1254453525724524566</id><published>2009-11-20T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:00:39.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Hello..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASCO camp is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really learnt alot in these few days and i have such wonderful juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCEAN 15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the camp. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've made alot more friends. Love my juniors, love all the facis, love nasco, love all nasco members!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practised Canon in D today. Tian laoshi cmi,so we self-prac-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANON IN D. I'm gonna perfect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is OPEN HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having dark circles around my eyes. On the first night of the camp i couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 2am. Fidgeting on the hard floor. The stack of newspapers were supposed to be my 'pillow', but it made my head hurt like hell and at one point of time(fidgeting) i nearly puked, feeling deeply nauseous,for reasons unknown to yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i used my sch bag as my pillow, which i should have done eons ago but didn't coz i was scared my sch bag would be dirty(and flat. From my head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was,simply put, tortourous. Because of the absence of cushion, the stuffy atmosphere and my stuffy sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like sweating...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody else was aready sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shingz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. But the camp was BOOMZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i gotta go. Going to print some scores(Canon in D) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPEN HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye homies! Sleep tight:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-1254453525724524566?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1254453525724524566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=1254453525724524566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/1254453525724524566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/1254453525724524566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-3873343842639802219</id><published>2009-11-15T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:06:30.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging from my cousin's house now. She's playing the piano:) Playing Marriage D'armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her o-levels have finished,good for her!It's my turn to be stressed LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday slept a 4 plus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk talk talk and laugh like crazy, i think i disturbed my aunt and uncle.Whoo paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-3873343842639802219?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3873343842639802219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=3873343842639802219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3873343842639802219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3873343842639802219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging-from-my-cousins-house-now.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-1498591751416153682</id><published>2009-11-13T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:38:16.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to leave for malaysia tomorrow to celebrate my cousin's birthday and after that i am going to stay at my ah ma's house for 4 days after which i will have CO camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i will be freaking busy-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also freaking excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i ate CRAB! and OYSTER.etc for dinner. Omg all high in carbohydrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA GO BYE!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-1498591751416153682?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1498591751416153682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=1498591751416153682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/1498591751416153682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/1498591751416153682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-going-to-leave-for-malaysia-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-6117577776673896565</id><published>2009-11-10T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:26:39.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading Amira's blog posts coz she's really hyper in her posts. LOL:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO PUT BLOG SONGS.I'VE 'REN'ED FOR VERY LONG LE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is my ah gong's birthday:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my cousin Puay Kuan's birthday. Though i'm sort of sure she isn't reading this coz i didn't give her my url,but , Happy Birthday Puay Kuan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go my ah ma house tomorrow.Anyway tday's Chinese Olevel was sort of OKAY,i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose si-han and bao zhang bao dao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May i get at least an A:] I thought the computer countdown was for us and i was silly gloating over the 'fact' that i still had 42 mins left when i finished the paper.When it was actually twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the invigilator(who was super hot tempered-.-) called for all chinese and malay students to stop their writing i seriously freezed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even wondered,maybe he mean another chinese batch?Maybe he mean only the sec 4s taking chinese paper(which is impossible)?Then i secretly looked around and saw that everyone had stopped their writing(ppl in our class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And was hit by a pang of realization and disappoinment that i only finished the paper 12 minutes before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So drama right. LOL but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky i have sufficient time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU BABE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Jasper i might name my child after you,be careful~~!!*raises eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeheehee. Jasper was totally freaked out when FB asked him if it was possible:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-6117577776673896565?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6117577776673896565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=6117577776673896565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6117577776673896565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6117577776673896565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-hyper.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-3455044872857466565</id><published>2009-11-08T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:55:31.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to the beach later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that Changi Village's flea market at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked home from loyang point today. Actually it wasn't very tiring. Yesterday i went running seh.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listenng to What a girl wants by korean band 4MINUTE. Nice :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-3455044872857466565?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3455044872857466565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=3455044872857466565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3455044872857466565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3455044872857466565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/yippee.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-3032492120940342691</id><published>2009-11-05T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:17:26.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC</title><content type='html'>I GOT MY BIOMETRIC PASSPORT TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SMILING ALL THE WAY WHEN MY HANDS FIRST GRASPED THE PASSPORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T LAUGH KAY. This is an important part of my life:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second passport. Singapore passports are seriously one of the prettiest in the world,you gotta agree:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'm attending a cousin's 21st birthday party at a chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY FEEL LIKE JOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS A MIRACLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK ITS MY SPORTS SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE RUNNING N.O.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. We went to the ICA(Immigration Checkpoints Authority) to get our passports,and the lady at her counter was rather friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good change compared to a lot of others who just give poker faces when doing their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC RAWKKKS MY WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH. It's such a wonderful thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-3032492120940342691?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3032492120940342691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=3032492120940342691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3032492120940342691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3032492120940342691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/music.html' title='MUSIC'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-8896490958413093782</id><published>2009-11-03T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:50:55.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedeedada</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so HENRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the male lead in the time traveller's wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owww. Yi Ren and Hui Yen have wordpress and i don't know about that,which makes me feel like i'm stuck in my own time bubble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL,which got burst by Si Ying today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway SY doesnt know i have wordpress! I created in 2008! Pon her! HahahaxD 2008 Feb i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling gleeful because it is evidence that i am not THAT henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee. I'm probably just gonna make wordpress my picture blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.huijie.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right? I got my name for the url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-8896490958413093782?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8896490958413093782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=8896490958413093782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8896490958413093782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8896490958413093782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/dedeedada.html' title='Dedeedada'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-755607805470720937</id><published>2009-11-01T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:09:52.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gagaga</title><content type='html'>I am eating Wasabi peas now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally some suck,but this tastes nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tuition friend Amirah Siti(or Siti Amirah) broke her slippers and she like limped all the way to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me laughing at her. Which is bad, but the scene was really funny.She was trying to walk down the stairs(5 floors) and in the end i told her to just walk barefoot lah,which she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And which was super ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah,i'm so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i went tuition my family went out to Qweensway Shopping Centre, partly to buy my belated birthday present(from my mother).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are gonna buy me sport shoes(whatever about shoes as gifts.I'm not gonna run away LOLS.Never:) Love my family to death) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm rather excited to see it. At first i requested it NOT to be grey,because i hate gray sport shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the my dad called and he said there was this sport shoe which was rather good,but it had quite a lot of grey in it,whilst the other sport shoe had less grey but was less flexible and heavier too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i chose comfort over aesthetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is getting browner and browner,don't think i want to dye my hair liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it means that i'm under too much sunlight rght??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz i'm wearing a black shirt now,and the contrast between my hair colour and the shirt is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know whether this is good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.Health-wise it's actually bad i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless my hair colour is fated to 'mutate' over the years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit worried.Later too much sun harm my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo i feel like bowling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm going to go running today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-755607805470720937?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/755607805470720937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=755607805470720937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/755607805470720937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/755607805470720937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/gagaga.html' title='Gagaga'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-8372624022939903790</id><published>2009-10-31T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:24:53.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolce</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; to those who wished me happy birthday and gave me cards on my bday on fri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY TOUCHED.THANKS!!!LOVELOVE:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to chopin. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's theory exam was okay,and i wish for nothing more than to pass:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts now coz i just ate a cold cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going my grandmother's house later,and SURPRISE SURPRISE, YY and me went for xiaoke today and we forgot a lot of our scales and we zao xia but tian lao shi never scold much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad she gave us each a keychain!!!I think she has an obsession with teddy bear key chains,coz on her phone there is always one.She just changed into another teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is a winnie the pooh de,its rather cute.I'm hanging it on my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is starting to become normal again.Like normal for october-november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet says serves me right to get a brain freeze for not saving her a piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cake was really creamy,and bought from Four Leaves.Normally don't buy from that shop but coz we wanted to try new flavours and the previous chocolate cake we ordered from that shop for my bro's bday was SUPER delicous.BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creamy cake,which is their signature cake(as they claim) (Strawberry shortcake) ,is not really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO deprived of computer because of my theory exam where i have been mugging like a SUPER UBER SUPER UBER UBER UBER UBER NERRRRDDDDDD WITH INVISIBLE 1000 DEGREE GLASSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is like so nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i've been carrying the theory papers wherever i go. But i always get distracted. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning i was trying to memorize all the FRENCH ITALIAN AND GERMAN TERMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mena?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Largamente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantabile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc. My head was totally exploding and nothing could squeeze inside lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky they only tested the easy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today i finally tasted the INFAMOUS/FAMOUS London Chocolate Roll,which is noob i know but whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's quite nice leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as Janet says,i agree,"it has a normal taste but an abnormal price."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s dolce means sweet.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Chopin now. Heeeheeeheee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-8372624022939903790?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8372624022939903790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=8372624022939903790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8372624022939903790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8372624022939903790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/dolce.html' title='Dolce'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-6147727053550772308</id><published>2009-10-23T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:46:30.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I smell of wild cherries. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because today i used The Body's Shop shower foam/cream for body, which my mum bought when it was on sale,for $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell is so freaking nice.And its pink in colour.Or berry coloured. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super dead because i have my music theory exam in 9 days' time and i haven't read grade 5. CRAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stressed. I dont wanna waste $100+ dollars for a stupid exam that i will fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-6147727053550772308?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6147727053550772308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=6147727053550772308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6147727053550772308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6147727053550772308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-5347829324049779107</id><published>2009-10-19T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:22:56.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO</title><content type='html'>Alright,so a few updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) YESTERDAY I WENT TO ANOTHER WEDDING DINNER. Janet are you jealous??Haha,i bring you go together la hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) TOMORROW IS MY BRO'S BIRTHDAY. Yippee!!Love him manszxzxz. And i'm SUPE envious because next year when his birthday comes the date will be 20/10/2010. Cool like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I traded phones with my sis coz she has been pestering me to change phones with her,and ironically, my phone is lousier than hers ( Hers is Samsung Soul, mine is Nokia 6500 ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I am going to eat hash browns. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-5347829324049779107?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5347829324049779107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=5347829324049779107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/5347829324049779107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/5347829324049779107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello.html' title='HELLO'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-8256970192089549718</id><published>2009-10-16T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:06:20.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>I just read Princess Diaries 9. And i'm listening to 张学友's 我真的受伤了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.So today i woke up at 7am to take bus number 5 to Pasir Ris Interchange to take my IC photo. And i wasn't late for school at 8am!!Not really.I'm a hero!!Crazy hero haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother accompanied me..actually i was a bit touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dad woke me up at 7am today,i was feeling disheartened.Because normally i leave my house at 7.40 something..what if i'm late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left at 7.05 i think,without eating breakfast.I was contemplating whether to wake my brother up or not,because yesterday he agreed to accompany me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i felt a bit bad,so i was thinking Dont wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end when i came out he was watching tv(he has no sch today) and prepared to go with me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was a bit touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i asked him whether he woke up so early coz my dad woke him up,and he told me he woke up by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the photo booth no matter how i inserted the coins it just wouldn't accept(it wrote accepted-.-) so i used my bro's five dollar note,which needed a one dollar coin,which cannot be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end,the money was returned with 6 one dollar coins.My poor brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he lent me his ten dollar note and i gave him my coins.So now he has like 15 dollars,all coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh i'm really a gundu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while walking down the school steps after IC registration i was looking at Kristine's paper and missed 3 steps,landing on the floor with a twisted ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still hurts and there's blue-black.Owww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be careful with how i position my foot now.I can't even sit cross-legged on this chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today while scanning my thumbprint,i had to use like 4 pieces of tissue paper to wipe away the sweat in my palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paiseh..Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person was like,no it's too wet,wipe your thumb with the tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope youtube doesn't lag.I'm going to search for Jon Chan coz Mypaper sort of praised his singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when i entered youtube and watched videos the videos were like ' th-e ee-ee- k - kd- -k -' due to lagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbearable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-8256970192089549718?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8256970192089549718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=8256970192089549718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8256970192089549718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8256970192089549718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/update_15.html' title='An update'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-1986852975520878733</id><published>2009-10-15T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:50:20.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's post</title><content type='html'>Exams are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my blogskin,it's so prettayyye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy.Today after school a bunch of us went to downtown east,partly to celebrate YR' birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent like 3 hours bowling..2 games=)) A lotta people. Saw Raudhah and Amira for like 5 times.Fate,hhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My irritating keyboard. It keeps missing out words even when i DID type them.ERGGH.Nverind.I shall not edit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling really rocks.It makes me super addicted.Today after outing we went to White Sands Library and me and Janet borrowed 3 books about princess,not intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found Ransom My Heart,by Meg Cabot,and we were like super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a mushy title,but nevermind.I think Christon nearly fainted he saw the books,because all of them had the word 'princess' on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i'm gonna do since its after exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Sleep LATE,watch TV(kristine i got mio!:D)&lt;br /&gt;2)Listen to music and dance like siao&lt;br /&gt;3)Shop&lt;br /&gt;4)Go library&lt;br /&gt;5)Go cycling&lt;br /&gt;6)Go swimming&lt;br /&gt;7)Play ping-pong with Janet&lt;br /&gt;8)Watch (500) Days Of Summer&lt;br /&gt;9)Stay at my cousin's house&lt;br /&gt;10)Google vietnam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that,gotta go google now,bye!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-1986852975520878733?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1986852975520878733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=1986852975520878733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/1986852975520878733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/1986852975520878733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterdays-post.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s post'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-2875461021401759292</id><published>2009-10-10T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:14:06.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello it's been long since I last posted. Im secretly using my father's iPhone to do it and I finally understand why iPhone is so great. Surfing the net rocks as much as using pc on iPhone. Today I woke up painfully and unwillingly when my mum woke me up to accompany her to do yoga. But if i go evey week I'll be fit. I was trying to drag time and sleep as much as possible coz I slept at one am yrd and my mum woke me at six. when my mum asked If I wanted to go i just made a noise,half hearted at going. Until she like sort of said 'i knew you didn't mean it when you say you wanted to go exercise every week' in Chinese and went out of the room I felt guilty. So I lay there for a while, then finally rushed out and told my mum that I would be going with her,albeit a little reluctant. Co there's not really much to do at the park when you only bring your CHEM textbook,your Handphone and a bicycle that all of us want to ride for two hours. Like Charlene says,6am is seriously hardcore. Last week I volunteered myself to go so no complaints haha. So like after one half hours of not studying chem, walking around the park and cycling, I decided to build up my courage and do yoga with my mum. Really tiring. I only did for ten minutes and I was already sore. My mum does yoga everyday except for Sundays, seven am to nine am in the park, with a teacher and many other more yoga enthusiasts,like around fifty plus people,which is more hardcore. Haha. After that we went to downtown east to eat but most of the shops were not open yet. It feels like a lot of time has passed when it's only afternoon. I actually asked my mum what she was cooking for dinner when it was only lunchtime. Anyway Im eating crab today for dinner. I helped to put the crabs in the plastic bag...but no biggie coz....I use tongs haha. Love my mum! And dad! Yes!!              P.s sorry for the one paragraph post, I can't seem to break it into paragraphs using the iPhone. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-2875461021401759292?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2875461021401759292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=2875461021401759292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2875461021401759292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2875461021401759292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-its-been-long-since-i-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-6352878125879824008</id><published>2009-10-02T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:30:12.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hello....=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got some time to use computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week i went to my cousin's wedding and i finally know what it means by the phrase,"A woman is prettiest on her wedding day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could totally see the GLOW radiating out of her.Not kidding.Like wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant was very elegant...at around clarke quay there i think...and when we reached there i got to admire Singapore's beautiful night skyline and city sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Geog makes me wanna faint.The thought of it makes me wanna faint.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky its the second wk of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent the last few hours of my life watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up on recorded Singapore idol and this korean drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kristine,MIO TV!!!=DD))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gotta mug more now.Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm maybe a bit mad,coz i set my alarm at 6 for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i can go to the park and breathe in fresh morning air,watch my mum do yoga,and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeee.:):)&lt;div 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title='Update'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-1045064827246259402</id><published>2009-09-25T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:22:18.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise everyone is studying right now...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomrrow i'm going with my mum to pasir ris park there to watch her do yoga:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mummy...=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And study meanwhile:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to A Beautiful Mess by Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a beautiful mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this quote on a blogskin on blogskins.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Are like stars&lt;br /&gt;You can't see them&lt;br /&gt;But they're always there&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL MY FRIENDS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is seriously beautiful,because people in it make it beautiful...=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to master the guitar soon~~~~I have to,i will:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now not much time to learn the guitar because i already have cello etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to learn right after o levels next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap.I'm feeling super guilty about uing the computer.Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUGGGGG!!!I have to mug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-5936413269642483284</id><published>2009-09-20T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:48:05.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 neighbors who are screaming like they are being raped or on drugs or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my downstairs neighbor keep smoking and smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smoke i tio SECOND HAND SMOKE LEH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like suddenly when i'm bathing the smoke smell comes and i am totally suffocated &lt;s&gt;lor.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.Cannot use Singlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder:CANNOT USE SINGLISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancel the leh too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;---This is not Singlish &lt;s&gt;hor&lt;/s&gt;,this is me breathing out:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;EXPIRATION.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going swimming tomrrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will.Really i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW just now my dad was like teaching us taiji and we just couldn't stop laughing because my dad is damn cute &lt;s&gt;de lorh&lt;/s&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was like seriously teaching us some moves,then i was laughing like a hyena because my sister was doing it like she was a traffic controller who is like Go,Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SUPERCUTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-2039673837696405872</id><published>2009-09-20T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:21:41.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha</title><content type='html'>LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered today while my dad had parked his car we walked to the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum and i were like 'arguing' about which place better to sit coz no sun,and i was excited because of food^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove to my mum that the place i chose had less sun that the place she chose,i sat down and was like talking to my bro beside me when i heard a honk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my dad's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i saw my sis inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R,O,F,L!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We forgot about her and she was in the car like for 1 or 2 minutes madly waving at us but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she forgot she could open the door from the inside from the driver's seat.In the end she honked the car,like Bee phee pphee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when i saw her in her yellow tshirt waving in the car to us,me and my bro looked at each other and realised what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg the scene was super hilarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we laughed like madly,not of her,but of how cute she was.Damn cute man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shou ku le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgoshhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro and i laughed for like 1 min clutching our stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Hui Zhen!!!My gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you hui zhen!So cute!xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-6565138549219315407</id><published>2009-09-20T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:56:48.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=))</title><content type='html'>Hellohellohello..&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered i'm really comical:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went all the way to tuition only to discover today is Hari Ray Puasa and NO TUITION!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I am so blur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comical right...then i called Geng Hao and he was having his tuition,and Shan Xuan but she didn't pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i called home and my dad fetched me and we went sofa shopping,one whole family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz my sofa and dining chair's leather is peeling off like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In car,walk out,in car...whoo super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to my pri sch there at Ubi to eat my favourite hor fun stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the taste has changed abit over the years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dye my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe brown with a bit of golden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway go read Janet's post on what she saw today. I'm now officially scared of touching bus handlebars.Eeyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-6565138549219315407?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6565138549219315407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=6565138549219315407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6565138549219315407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6565138549219315407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='=))'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-7075392329252605337</id><published>2009-09-18T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:09:01.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Hello=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time since last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now i purposely ate like super fast,like 5 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad came home and he was practising taiji in the study room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i couldn't use the com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i nearly cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.Comical right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's how desperate i was. =PP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing reversi with Si Ying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school it was raining. Went with Shan Xuan and Janet to Mcdonalds' at Tampines CC there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiok.Sat on the high high chair!Shan Xuan and my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish haha i know:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr i am going for a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day ahead tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battlefield by Jordin Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been taking photos these days-.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Pixie Lott right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg i LOVELOVELOVE her song called Cry Me Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go listen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))I HAVE to learn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7075392329252605337?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7075392329252605337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=7075392329252605337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7075392329252605337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7075392329252605337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-6822204837440690828</id><published>2009-09-13T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:56:27.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first run ever since i moved to Ballota!</title><content type='html'>I went running today out of my own accord for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my bro and dad,my bro on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i was leading and running at an okay pace but after i stopped at the traffic lights and things went a bit downhill after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz i stopped since my father got a head start before me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realised one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really run with another person,coz i will get distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks the 'mementum of running' for me lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHAN XUAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i don't think she's reading this,but,well,it's all in the wish. Haahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm suely gonna have muscle ache tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad checked google maps and he said we ran about 2 plus kilometres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus i got walk leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got sprint on the way back. Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-6822204837440690828?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6822204837440690828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=6822204837440690828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6822204837440690828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6822204837440690828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-run-ever-since-i-moved-to.html' title='My first run ever since i moved to Ballota!'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-1603062425683870105</id><published>2009-09-10T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:22:06.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUDE BUS UNCLE=(</title><content type='html'>Hello.. Just came back from cello group dinner, had a good bath and am sitting here right now feeling fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun today, LOVE ALL CELL PPL! Photos will be uploaded on FB by Ailin i think=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling wretched right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE RUDE BUS DRIVERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so mad i was thinking about it the whole time i was getting out of the stupid bus and walking back home and bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus was at around 9.45pm, BUS NUMBER 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running towards the bus and when i like reached the bus there, the bus driver didn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was like hello i'm here can you please open the door, and after like 10 seconds, he finally saw me and opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drives like a mad cow and when the bus took off i nearly fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious. I haven't even walked to a seat and suddenly the bus was 'flying' and i was forced to walk-run to the nearest seat and sit down less i get injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only me, but the following people who got on the bus also experienced his 'F1' driving skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear bus driver,i know you may be rushing home to meet your wife but firstly,THIS IS YOUR JOB and since THIS IS YOUR SHIFT, you should be responsible for your passenger's safety and satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he skips bus stops randomly if no one presses the bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i got to my stop,there was a man wanting to board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,assuming that since he would surely stop so i would have no need to press the bell, walked down and tapped my card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAPPED MY CARD(which produces a sound).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he only opened the front doors.(no opening of back doors. and i was standing there already.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the man got in,and i shouted Excuse me? for 2 times, and it was only 10 seconds after that the stupid bus driver responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that, he also shouted at me, 'Press the bell lar!!!' (VERY LOUDLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, can we count the percentage of Singaporeans press the bell when they are certain the bus is going to stop(coz there is someone wanting to board)???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,was the bus driver dreaming through his shift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly,maybe i shouldn't have assumed, but he also shouldn't have shouted so rudely and assumed that nobody was going to alight WHEN I HAD ALREADY TAPPED MY CARD AND WALKED DOWN THE AISLE and obviously i KNEW HE WAS STOPPING.HE SHOULD HAVE CHECKED IF ANYBODY WAS ALIGHTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT the way bus drivers should behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, attitude is very important in these kind of jobs. People may have had a good day and your poor attitude would have just ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, i am really really really pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some nice bus drivers too, but this kind of attitude just makes me wanna puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your job!!You should have a pleasant attitude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bo-chap and dreaming one. Esecially more so if you do so people are going to miss their stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-1603062425683870105?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1603062425683870105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=1603062425683870105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/1603062425683870105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/1603062425683870105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/rude-bus-uncle.html' title='RUDE BUS UNCLE=('/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-8718291270968269424</id><published>2009-09-07T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:43:56.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucas Till</title><content type='html'>Hello..=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is like playing a game with me. She hides the internet modem so that i cannot use the computer freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says i can only use the com. twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was like searching for it coz i didn't exceed 2 times coz today is just monday hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum was sort of laughing at me then she gave me the modem.Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Chris Daughtry's No Surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmhmm,not exactly a new song,but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really really really want to learn the guitar.More so after i listened to some songs of Taylor Swift and saw Miley Cyrus' movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My impromptu poem which i suddenly felt like writing but is unfinished=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is blind&lt;br /&gt;Makes your heart lose sense of time&lt;br /&gt;You think of him&lt;br /&gt;Every second of every day&lt;br /&gt;And you think you're gonna go crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy with happiness&lt;br /&gt;Crazy with love&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;Your smile&lt;br /&gt;Floating in my mind like a pretty cloud&lt;br /&gt;Your words&lt;br /&gt;Playing with my lips until it turns up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG the guy from Miley Cyrus' movie is super shuai. Handsome handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes and his smile and his dimples are all so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His nme is Lucas Till.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He damn shuai man!!=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-8718291270968269424?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8718291270968269424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=8718291270968269424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8718291270968269424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8718291270968269424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/lucas-till.html' title='Lucas Till'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-5577811433811439566</id><published>2009-09-05T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:24:27.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Janet is very cute.She is my BEEF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my Mum's birthday.I LOVE YOU MUM!!!!LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went for xiaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tian Lao Shi totally ignored us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we resolve our differences by discussing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tian lao shi ignored us and kept making sarcastic remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal Farm huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rather disappointed with how she responded to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really disappointed.I don't know anything about how she feels,but one thing is for certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She acts like she despises us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to think of other things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my Ah ma's birthday!My lovely ah ma!!I will try to take some photos and maybe upload on Facebook because the photo uploading here takes NADA to load cause it loads NADA.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muscles just below my armpits are aching.o.0 sounds so unglam. Has been aching since i went to swim.Which is 3 or 4 days ago.So like when i am bathing it aches,i raise up my hand it aches,i change clothes it aches,i stretch it aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG super broken english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to write in perfect english now.To practise for English exam hah.To be frank i'm losing a bit of my english knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to have tons of it.Lost it from blogging in Singlish.Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must change:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go offline already,nights to everyone and remember to take a deep breath next morning when you wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok unrelated haha.Oh.I just remembered i have tuition tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-5577811433811439566?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5577811433811439566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=5577811433811439566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/5577811433811439566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/5577811433811439566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/janet-is-very-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-8351486975522343136</id><published>2009-09-02T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:46:34.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To someone:You will get stronger. We have your back babe~That&apos;s what friends are for=PP'/><title type='text'>Love love love!!</title><content type='html'>Today we were practising Forbidden Love in hopes of being able to play it at the year end CO concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know,being able to play a song,part by part,person by person,adding to the layers of the song,giving the song feeling,heart,soul,life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sosososososo love the cello and my members,no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think cello is a beautiful instrument.It is the instrument with tone qualities nearest to the human voice, and thats what i think gives it a touch of humanity,something other instruments can't give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other instruments can give you fantasies.Dreams.Vibe.But the cello can make you feel deeply because it's sound always feels like its echoing your heart.It can be that thumping heartbeat in the music,it can be the melody from far away the hilltops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omygosh.I think i am cello addicted and i bet you can't wait to pull me up and clamp my mouth up haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday yesterday i had a sudden urge to go swimming and i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam for like 2 hours-.- But half is play lah,haha.Muscle ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was swimming half way got two little boys SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drop the aeroplane in the deep side of the pool,then they cannot go inside take what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whe i was halfway the length of the pool,i heard on of them say,"Ask the one in..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who,the one in blue shorts arh" (thats my swimming costume)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was like wondering ask what.When i swam to the edge one of the little boys asked me but i never heard properly,then they repeated 'My brother's aeroplane dropped inside..can you help us take?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like super shy and SO CUTE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE LAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i helped them retrieve then gave it to them,then they say Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg so sweet!!!!!!So cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,i've gone bonkers. Hhaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)) They totally made me smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-8351486975522343136?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8351486975522343136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=8351486975522343136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8351486975522343136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8351486975522343136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-love-love.html' title='Love love love!!'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-6700022918222273434</id><published>2009-08-29T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:25:55.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellos and photos</title><content type='html'>I received my grade exam certificate today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comments were not really surprising or new to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hm...nothing much really:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just happy with my results. I kept my cert in my bag then just now i too it out and it is already crumpled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owww.Poor cert=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellos are so darn beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this phrase on Flickr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV is showing full-video recordings of Michael Jackson's recent concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow i saw some realy nice photographs of cellos on Flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a DSLR!!If not i save money go buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D,S,L,R!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-6700022918222273434?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6700022918222273434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=6700022918222273434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6700022918222273434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/6700022918222273434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/cellos-and-photos.html' title='Cellos and photos'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-7639239774976941697</id><published>2009-08-28T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:46:31.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Belong With Me</title><content type='html'>You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset&lt;br /&gt;She's going off about something that you said&lt;br /&gt;She doesnt get your humour like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the room, its a typical Tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the kind of music she doesnt like&lt;br /&gt;And she'll never know your story like I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming bout the day when you'll wake up and find&lt;br /&gt;That what you're lookin for has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkin the streets with you in your worn out jeans&lt;br /&gt;I cant help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;Laughing on the park bench thinkin to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hey isnt this easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town&lt;br /&gt;I havent seen it in awhile, since she brought you down&lt;br /&gt;You say you find I know you better than that&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Whatcha doing with a girl like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears high heels, I wear sneakers&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming bout the day when you'll wake up and find&lt;br /&gt;That what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see? &lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standin by, waiting at your back door&lt;br /&gt;All this time how could you not know that?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry&lt;br /&gt;I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I'm the one who understand you?&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by or waiting at your back door&lt;br /&gt;All this time how could you not know that&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought just maybe&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7639239774976941697?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7639239774976941697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=7639239774976941697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7639239774976941697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7639239774976941697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-belong-with-me.html' title='You Belong With Me'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-812630989049105801</id><published>2009-08-28T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:58:56.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen, Taylor Swift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIFTEEN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors&lt;br /&gt;Its' the morning of your very first day&lt;br /&gt;You say hi to your friends you aint seen in a while&lt;br /&gt;Try and stay out of everybodys way&lt;br /&gt;Its your freshman year and you're gonna be here&lt;br /&gt;For the next four years in this town&lt;br /&gt;Hoping one of those senior boys will wink at you and say&lt;br /&gt;You know I havent seen you around, before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;And when youre fifteen&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like there's nothing to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Well count to ten, take it in&lt;br /&gt;This is life before who you're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail&lt;br /&gt;And soon enough youre best friends&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool&lt;br /&gt;We'll be out of here as soon as we can&lt;br /&gt;And then you're on your very first date and hes got a car&lt;br /&gt;And you're feeling like flying&lt;br /&gt;And you're momas waiting up and you think hes the one&lt;br /&gt;And you're dancing round your room when the night ends&lt;br /&gt;When the night ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when youre fifteen and somebody tell you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;When youre fifteen and your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Makes your head spin round but&lt;br /&gt;In your life you'll do greater than dating the boy on the football team&lt;br /&gt;But I didnt know it at fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you wanted was to be wanted&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now&lt;br /&gt;Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday&lt;br /&gt;But I realized some bigger dreams of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Abigail gave everything she had to a boy &lt;br /&gt;Who changed his mind and we both cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna believe them&lt;br /&gt;And when youre fifteen, dont forget to look before you fall&lt;br /&gt;I've found that time can heal almost anything&lt;br /&gt;And you just might find who you're supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know who I was supposed to be at fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la .. la la la la la . La la la la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your very first day&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath girl&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath as you walk through those doors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-812630989049105801?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/812630989049105801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=812630989049105801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/812630989049105801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/812630989049105801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/fifteen-taylor-swift.html' title='Fifteen, Taylor Swift.'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-7606302803008484148</id><published>2009-08-25T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:50:55.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam papers.</title><content type='html'>Today we got back our HCL paper and A maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaths paper was a big screw up,coz i lost 8 marks for the GRAPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't fail though.Still,wasted.Coz i plotted wrongly.Was i wearing opaque sunglasses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL paper was okay.Chen Hua was like, 'I got very low marks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ask how much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he say,'39/50'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faint.Low meh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole class,paper 2 highest is 27/40.Lowest mark is 7.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Toh say the number of passes in our class can be counted with one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 35/50 for my chinese paper.Not bad,not very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how much i get for my chinese summary.I'm imagining my register number over 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho.NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really really need to score well for my english to make up for my amaths mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English,you're my hope man!&lt;br /&gt;ERGH.&lt;br /&gt;And SS!!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow get back bio paper. I don't think i will fail lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching black and white now:) heehaahooo bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canteen's fried rice is super salty but it is sort of nice so i ate it another time. Now i'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's SL/ASL's retreat was rather cool?But abit odd lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each contributed 2 dollars to buy stuff for CO(i'm sure the brooms are for the next NA claup,the bins are to remind us to dispose of our rubbish properly,the clock is to tell the time,the hand soap is for us to wash our hands after the NEXT CDS CLEANUP,and the duster is for the NASCO whitebard to use.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So actually,we were like sort of paying some kind of CO fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.Nevermind la.Btw after sch i kaypo nothing better to do since i had one hour on my hands so i followed janet,pearlyn ,si ying and isaac to the meda room and watch them do their project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we settled inside the Jam Band was jamming inside like crazy then when we went in they purposely beat the drums harder etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end i think Mr Ong called them to leave coz they were too loud and would affect the people taking exams in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average day people:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Colbie Caillat's Falling For You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I am totally so envious of those people who can speak English lik very pronounced lor.Not that i can't,but i don't pay much attention to these things when i speak.I'm going to enounciate(is it spelled like that?Or w/o the O?) my words properly from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My individual words sound like they are being broadcasted from a speed machine.Especially my chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7606302803008484148?l=theblahblahgirl.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-5698456399404551866.post-213805955447894216</id><published>2009-08-24T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:56:46.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes when things come by it is not necessary to think about it so much.Nature is NATURE.</title><content type='html'>Today i went to watch Jack Neo's movie Where Got Ghost at Tampines Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The digital effects were rather fake and totally inappropriate.Tell me wether Singapore has rocks falling over like an avalanche near a road.Maybe in Singapore No. 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it 1/5 though.Or 0.5/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has probably tried to add new ideas to the movie but it seems like it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a flow in the movie storyline and the storyline seems cliched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasional humor,but not those that will make you laugh clutching your stomach for 1 minute,just a slight laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i say?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the movie was not up to my expectations,i still enjoyed the trip lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the best,cause they make everything seem better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.Funny trip today,especially at Long John Silver's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of Geng Hao and i,the rest got tricked into buying medium coke size which is like super big,coz hey thought medium IS MEDIUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cashir asked them, 'You want medium or large?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The small coke flew away?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i think they thought medium was like normal sized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper got cheated most though.Poor Jasper.Very funny.He thought the add-ons were included in the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end add extra 1 dollar plus,from 5 something become 7.10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No free thing exists in this world except the air.(Quoting Ms Gloria Tan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomrrow there is this SL/ASL retreat for CO.I'm super tired after today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to my Black and White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Si Ying i just drank a cup of HOT chocolate.Jealous ma??Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK AND WHITE^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found Princess Diaries 10(super lucky de lor) and Janet is happy until siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the game in Si Ying's handphone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-213805955447894216?l=theblahblahgirl.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-5698456399404551866.post-8167884803353466803</id><published>2009-08-21T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:19:49.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>LOL.Did i sound very agitated in the previous post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the irritatedness is already erased by three quarter now.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously feel a lot better=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz i feel like going back to the TV to watch the Black and White leh.Aiya i shouldn't have used the computer lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it so much:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna continue watching:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mail is lagging:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted around 3000 plus of my email inbox and now i only have 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to clear the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the boy in the cadbury eyebrow ad.So pro!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-8167884803353466803?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8167884803353466803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=8167884803353466803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8167884803353466803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/8167884803353466803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-5920350935413088887</id><published>2009-08-21T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:07:37.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm now watching a new taiwanese drama called Black &amp; White(痞子英雄).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like CID/police related...I recommend everyone to watch it coz it is rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't feel elated at all,because it is like there's still the end of the year exams pressing against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm worried because i'm from 3R1,but if you have not been doing well for the previous exams,will you be nervous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when people stereotype us as being the 'nerds' or the 'smarties pants' or the 'kiasu' or the 'muggers' or the 'no life people who rush home everyday just to study'.ETC,ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I expect you to ...... because you are 3R1.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How can you be like that..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I expect your class to be quieter'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I expect...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I believe you are all kiasu people'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'....because you are 3R1.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...BECAUSE YOU ARE 3R1.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'....BECAUSE YOU ARE 3R1!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,i just don't see how being in a triple science class has anything got to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another science might be harder,true,but why does it get different treatment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't people in different express classes having the same number of subjects as us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why people work hard?Because they feel insecure about their results and they feel that they need to do better.So that piece of insecurity becomes kiasuness that people believe we have the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People assume more than the truth....I'm feeling fed up with the 'just because you are 3R1' talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are expected to study hard and be nice,fine.BUT IF WE ARE EXPECTED TO STUDY HARD,BE A QUIET CLASS AND BE NICE JUST BECAUSE WE ARE 3R1,THEN IT IS NOT FINE AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand how being in the supposedly best class will stress you out,from the minor things to the major things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is probably good influence in regard to studies,but there is also stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more stress when people expect and assume things of you JUST BECAUSE you are in the triple scence stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say that all schools in Singapore have the same thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is equal is easy to say,coz many people don't walk the talk.In real life,the talk just walks away with the bread(BreadTalk.Ok lame) and dies in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invented the phrase myself:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got this nagging thought which has been bugging me and irritating me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now.No offence intended.Nobody triggered me to write this post.The situation is just laid out there obvious for everyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-5920350935413088887?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-4863519029652623023</id><published>2009-08-15T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:12:15.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIIIIIIVVVVAAAALLLDDDDIII</title><content type='html'>I love Vivaldi songs.Antonio Vivaldi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Summer Autumn Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people in singapore learning hockey uh.Everywhere i go i see girls and guys carrying hockey sticks.Makes me wanna go join hockey cca when i go JC.(will join CO also lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JC maybe i will take 2 ccas?one CO and one sport de.It has always been my wish to have a sports CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a dance cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya but JC alot of ppl experienced already coz sec sch got learn,if want also dunno can get in or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVALDI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i'm taking grade 5 exam around january to march next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeehoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-4863519029652623023?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4863519029652623023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=4863519029652623023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4863519029652623023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4863519029652623023'/><link 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CONFIDENCE!&lt;br /&gt;When i knew the results i was like jumping up and down,then my mum say later i get 蔓肠炎(erm i think this is how it is written in chinese) It means like just after you eat if you exercise too much/vigorously you will get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg i was super freaked out.Jumping around everywhere and screaming.Lol a bit kua zhang but i'm surprised ma!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm abit suagu hor..=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind la,i'm really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Yee Ting and Tian Lao Shi:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7291097588289237058?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7291097588289237058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-7263572940218707864</id><published>2009-08-13T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:17:48.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftttie</title><content type='html'>TODAY IS INTERNATIONAL LEFT HANDERS DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeheee.I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A celebration for the population minority:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Janet told me i was really surprised.Didn't know there was such a thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool!!I'm elated lorr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaha this is abit retarded,but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know i watched the recording of Singapore Idol,and there was this grandma that was really cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it is like to join a singing competition??I might freak out if i join.It's so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes wehen you are scared your voice goes all wavery and all that....SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody watched Step It Up And Dance?The show is rather nice and the competition is rather tough among the finalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Boradway songs.The contestants in Step it up and dance were tested on cheorography for Man In The Mirror by MJ,and the part they chose was really emotional..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol..I'm feeling a bit guilty coz i didn't pay my full attention in chem class today.Actually i'm feeling REALLY GUILTY,especially after Mrs Wee chided our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my 'not paying attetion' was SUPER OBVIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh,i'm really guilty now.No matter what i shouldn't have been so 'no manners'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared for chem commont test because i dont really understand it.I only have a rough concept of the chapter for chem and even it is not even clear:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to revise like siao now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common tests are coming.STRESSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7263572940218707864?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7263572940218707864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=7263572940218707864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7263572940218707864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7263572940218707864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/leftttie.html' title='Leftttie'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-3606301028813101872</id><published>2009-08-08T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:19:52.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning!</title><content type='html'>Hola~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10.12 in the morning now,and i don't have CO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 9 plus and my mother said there was this warehouse sale at ubi there selling IP Zone,baleno and Samuel&amp;kelvin garments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she asked us if we wanted to go:).I'm waiting for my sister to brush finish her teeth and wash up and eat finish her breakfast so we can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am a Facebook addict.I open a facebook page whenever i use the computer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Facebook is fun.Oh,i am FB addicted.Hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shooting some pictures today!!!I want a DSLR...:( EOS 50D,or Canon Rebel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...I wanttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography is good for the mind and soothes the soul;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon rebel...^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-3606301028813101872?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3606301028813101872/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-5698456399404551866.post-7500270326542524151</id><published>2009-08-07T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:39:09.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's National Day Celebration was so-so..After school my mum and i went to expo,then went to loyang point there to eat with sis too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some CO people there,hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am at a loss of what to write now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pulls a face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7500270326542524151?l=theblahblahgirl.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-5698456399404551866.post-3786413414764487728</id><published>2009-08-06T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:33:55.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Life looks..nice:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Janet and I were trying to play with this rubber thing(sounds wrong, but it's the cap of her water bottle) by rolling it to each other across Kristine' table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kristine was of course very annoyed and tried block us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it ended up in the hands of Jasper, Pawan, Geng Hao, Christon and Edenuis at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz:( the game was really nice. In the end everyone started snatchin for it and Janet and I scratched Kristine's hands until streaks of red all over, and Jasper pinched my hand!!Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly felt like changing my songs,so i changed it all to cello songs. If you don't like it you can just pause it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i keep imitating american accent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ying is bruised all over because i beat her.Haha, joking.Not really. When i laugh i will keep tapping her shoulder until she say very pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oopsie.Sorry!Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomrrow is FIESTA+celebration for national day.oh no i really dunno whether to wear what shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm wearing my cello tee..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My facebook is lagging:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse McCartey rocks. Julian Lloyd Webber rocks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like swimming,but i too lazy to go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum says everytime i say i want to go swimming the swimming costume leave there untouched de.LOL:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeehoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-3786413414764487728?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3786413414764487728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=3786413414764487728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3786413414764487728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3786413414764487728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-3175343814496157829</id><published>2009-08-02T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:56:02.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dining room using Asus Eee PC now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather easy to use and i think its the best out of the other mini laptops.The mini Vaio laptop actually sucks.(LOL i sound like i have alot of laptops but other than my father's one and this asus eee my house does not have any other laptops and this asus eee is also my father's.I use computer.Heiheihei.Ho random.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Asus Eee PC rocks,except that the shift and number 1 buttons are a bit far from the normal keyboard distance.But otherwise,its great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i sound lke i'm doing a review ror asus eee pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha,okay.So yesterday's CO concert at NAFA was rather nice. By a CO from China(Beijing i think) . And their members are around the same age as us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are semi-proffesionals,like,when they grow into adults they will become pro musicians,no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CO was more of the tan bo side,so there were little cello solos but when there were,it was nice.Each of their individual skills are superb!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have around 20 pipas and 15 zhong ruans.Scary.3 cellists only.4 bassists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT except that my neck was hurting and my eyes painful...from the stage light i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEIR UNIFORMS ARE SERIOUSLY KAWAII LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skirts are those type of checkered skirts you see in japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO NICE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Singapore uniforms have these type of skirts?curious o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now my aunt,uncle and 2 4-5 year old cousins Shannon and Dawn and my Wai Po came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were looking at properties and my uncle tells me that properties have been selling like HOT CAKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a wise move though.It means that since ppl are so desperate the agents/sellers can sell it at a higher price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example,my uncle was looking at the newspapers this morning and it advertised a particular condo unit.He called and THEY SAID IT WAS SOLD AT 10 AM THAT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went to view houses/condos then downstairs alot of property agents.Then he told us like if you go view this house hor,then you tell the agent uh i consider first i'll feedback to you tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need consider liao.The next morning you call the agent the house kenna sold le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway before i went to the concert i was at xiaoke with YY. Tian lao shi teaching us f major and e major and appriegos for grade 4 le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year we are going to take grade 5 exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grade exams result will be known/sent to me 3 weeks later.I'm nervous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NERVOUS.I don't want a pass.I want at least a merit.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE CELLLLLOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting my cello at Li Ying's house and although it has only been a day,i miss it A LOTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww,my cello!I wanna play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee Ting's birthday is on next wed,the day of our geog test.MEMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like swimming,but too lazy to wear my swimming costume and go down.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy.Have to be more active!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REST WELL TODAY EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But You, O Lord, are a shield for me, my glory, and the lifter of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 3:3&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-3175343814496157829?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3175343814496157829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=3175343814496157829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3175343814496157829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3175343814496157829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-people-in-my-dining-room-using-asus.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-4284441721751532347</id><published>2009-08-01T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:02:15.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i think its been eons since i've last blogged.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So firstly i got 32/40 for my chem, and 8/20 for my phy:(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i will work harder for my physics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never in my life skipped so much lesson in sch in a week due to CO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly for the SYF closing ceromony and the rehearsal, then for my grade exam-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i didn't miss anything important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday YY Li Ying Hui Yi and me went to Fusheng's house.Then he let us see the score for Forbidden Love.WE WANT TO PLAY FOR THE END OF THE YEAR CONCERT LEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he like show us a lot of cello videos...Then we saw his sister Marlyn...SO CUTE!!!!!She likes hippos!!SUPER SUPER CUTE:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was rather fruitful?Learned something abt other cellists...all super pro de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want titanic score also.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And libertango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway halfway i was like super cold then got stomachache.When i got home i was like dead tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum say i sick liao lar..Then she say i got h1n1...choi...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My temperature was abt 37.2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fever,but felt cold and feverish...so i went to sleep early at about 8pm,woke at 12am,then slept at 12.30am to about 7.40am.So here i am:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling better!!!Lots better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm going to a concert by an overseas CO group that our conductor wnted us to go.They providing transport!!COOL.And its at NAFA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite excite t go to NAFA.Noob hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHH!!!!!AND YESTERDAY'S GRADE EXAMMMM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was ok i think.Except for the aural part where she(my examiner is a she!!haiz) told me to clap beat of the song together with her as she was playing.Then the moment she instructed finish,she started playing...leaving me joining her only in the last 3 or 4 seconds=.= and she didn't repeat when she should have repeated..GRHH.Singing part was okay though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st song 30&lt;br /&gt;2nd song 30&lt;br /&gt;3rd song 30&lt;br /&gt;Sight reading 21&lt;br /&gt;Scales and appriegos 21&lt;br /&gt;Aural tests 18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the full mark for the test.It is over 150.I DON"T JUST WANT A PASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more lor.If it is because of the stupid aural test thing and the fact that she didn't even repeat it it will be wasted.Ugggggggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.No use thinking about it.But after my test she was like rather friendly and said bye bye to me after she said thank you.And she smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grh.I don't know what that means.Consolation?Or congratulations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.I shall not think too much.But it feels NOT GREAT to know that just because of the way she examined,i'm gonna get lower marks than i can.:((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling great about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.Work hard everybody..!Jiayou!=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-4284441721751532347?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4284441721751532347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=4284441721751532347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4284441721751532347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4284441721751532347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-4504368831155215382</id><published>2009-07-23T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:35:44.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna watch this show called Gangster City of something like that?Ft. Johnny Depp and Christian Bale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be rather good??Anyway JD is 43 years old le!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should pull up my socks!Today emath's test was not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should focus more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-4504368831155215382?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4504368831155215382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=4504368831155215382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4504368831155215382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4504368831155215382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-watch-this-show-called-gangster.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-7399078594539640992</id><published>2009-07-23T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:15:24.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why blogger is screwed up today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had this stomachache which i thought was cramps so i took the panadol Kris. gave me when it wasn't(i think).Today was sort of torture coz i felt sort of bad due to the stomachache.It's like not very pain,its a kind of mild pain,but the effects are tortorous.I really felt like going home during the chem lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a small world man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching on facebook for friends from my pri school in CO like Benjamin then came out like dunno how many results and like nearly 60 percent below all have '1 mutual friend' or more.Same result when i searched Daniel,my junior in bass.In the end i couldn't find their pages.Oh well.And still got one more senior called Yap Hom Wang i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been very veryyyy long since i last saw them and i still remember the old practices in the MBS art room.And the teacher shouting and all that(lols) and we fooling around,esp. May and Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND going to sentosa:)Sh** i cant find them on facebook,and i'm super duper sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up this morning and i dreamt of them and when i woke up i just had to write down their names,for fear that i would forget,or it would get tossed back into my mind,pages of memories never opened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really sweet thinking about those memories,eating fries during breaktime,playing soccer and then anyhow kicking the ball around and next thing i know,i don't know where the ball's gone.I just know how to anyhow kick.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still really really really sad.Very long never see them le.I don't even know what school they've gone to.:(((*Grimace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGGHHH.When can i see them again.Anyway Janet and i are planning to go back to MBS soon.To eat the wonderful food(100 times better than NAS food) and visit the wonderful teachers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,i was in yellow house in MBS.YELLOW HOUSE ROCCCCCCCKKKKKKKSSSSSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.I'll never forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports day,when i sat sch bus number 8,those warm ups during PE!!!,the dance that we had to do for NDP that looked a lot like flushing the toilet:),the food,catching,the teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that i can go back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i wish most is that i get to see some of my old friends and teachers.Teachers that have been memorable...whether naggy...whether old...have still made an impact on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngee Ann is nice too...but still..old memories are always precious.I'm sure that when i graduate from Ngee Ann i'll have the same nostalgic feeling as  i am feeling now.Things that seriously seemed to suck at that point of time seem funny now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how i was called by the teacher called Mrs Lim to stand ON MY CHAIR as punishment for talking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mdm Yeo shooting me looks and saying,'Haiyo,hui jie ah,dun talk so much lar'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mdm cheong inspecting my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me hanging upside down on the monkey bars after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing catching everyday during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiping choc ice cream from my mouth onto my sleeves(this is gross i know,but i was p1!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious,i was a SUPER BIG chatterbox during classtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.....That's how life is.I remnisice the past,treasure the moment and anticipate the future:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it should be.:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7399078594539640992?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-3859500046225686912</id><published>2009-07-18T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:44:22.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came bck from xiaoke.My arms are aching from carrying the stupid torn cello bag.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Srsly,someday all the cello bags are gna break soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(my arms too...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway today at the library YY and me were talking then this lady suddenly said,"Do you mind?It's distracting.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we instantly clammed our mouths up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the next 5 minutes i heard her ringtone ring loudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello,do you mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=...=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least we didn't intend to talk so loud,while this lady apparently all the while just didn't care a damn about loud phones and ringtones in the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bus card no money liao.Just topped-up 20 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRADE EXAM ON 31 JULY!!18 MORE DAYSSSSSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if i can get a distinction.I want it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anways my mum is super cute and caring...just now she give me papaya and vitagen to eat and drink when we reached home coz she scared i tired and hungry.Muaaackk.Love her to bits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we don't drink vitagen often.Mum says its too sweet.I didn't used to think so but just now i drank it and it was really freaking too sweet for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWWWWWAY,yesterday after my dinner my mum taught me some yoga poses,and it was like really fun and cool.I sweated quite a lot hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next mon have ting xie.Next tues have a maths test on coor. geom. Next thurs have e maths test on chapter 6 practical solutions(or sumthing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh.drats.Must study:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna go pong pong liao haha!&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-3859500046225686912?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3859500046225686912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=3859500046225686912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3859500046225686912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/3859500046225686912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-came-bck-from-xiaoke.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-4010089842614759892</id><published>2009-07-18T06:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:12:15.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody.It's 6.43 am in the morning and i'm &lt;s&gt;getting ready for CO&lt;/s&gt; using the computer and eating breakfast.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway yesterday Mr Teo Soon Ann talked to Si Ying,and i'm like super shocked.Because the incident happened &lt;i&gt;MONTHS &lt;/i&gt;before and even before the june hols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually i don't think Si Ying has an attitude problem. She isn't rude at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept TODAY,around 1 oclock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i get around 5.5 hours of sleep,which is not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always count how many hours i will be able to sleep before i go off to dreamland.I'm particular abt sleeping 8 hrs,but its always 7:((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before i slept i was online and we were playing Hangman via internet chat(moi idea!xD)(w/ SY,Janet,Jun Jie,Rashid,Yi Ren) .It was rather fun but i left a while later coz had to off my comp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After signing out i called janet at around 11.45pm and we played hangman over the phone.I think we're hangman siao already.We managed to do about 16 hangmans:) I was sort of inconsideratebcoz my bro and sis in the room also.My bro cannot sleep so he say he want to use comp,but i don't allow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If he use comp then he actually can sleep one later cannot sleep le.LOL.I don't want deprive him of his sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahah=)) Have a nice day ,people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-4010089842614759892?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4010089842614759892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=4010089842614759892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4010089842614759892'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some easy ones then Janet and Kristine cannot guess,in the end GH guessed correctly.Like Starfish,which is really easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jasper win us coz he tested us DUCK and we were like,what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought he will test all those chimnology words coz he always does that:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall today was rather fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super tired during CCA and when the cher was teaching the bass people i was napping.Heeheei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why so tired.These days on average i sleep 7 hours a day only.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaiiii.I SUPER TIRED MANZSZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.Heard today's oral olvl topic was abt third language:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-8997561619623971269?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-4569001442555193933</id><published>2009-07-15T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:16:47.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody.Long time no post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 11.11 now,and i'm feeling really sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had chinese oral,and the question was on the topic of poly students wearing slippers to sch and what we think about it.My convo was rather short and to my horror i think i forgot to conclude.But.Nevermind:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristine's aunt bought her a 300 plus Gigabyte hardisk...like wow.So much memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm...So i didn't really remember much of today except during and after oral and kristine's toblerone.HEHEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my arms are like becoming stronger because i carry the cello ard recently.And bcoz i've been sitting bus home these few days and the bus stop is so super far from my home,i have to walk a long distance,and i was sweating profusely.Plus my bag is heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and today it was raining in the morning and my socks sort of became wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gee,gonna sleep now.Nites,people:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-4569001442555193933?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4569001442555193933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHEM argh crap.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like tmr is the CA?:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope that SYF closing ceremony will be coming soon:/ I'm anticipating it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7737830145748600262?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7737830145748600262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=7737830145748600262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7737830145748600262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7737830145748600262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/chem-argh-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-2259691111294620053</id><published>2009-07-11T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:26:21.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey.GH is promising to help me change this navi skin that i want into non navi,coz i'm sort of tired of navi skins=.=&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had xiaoke with YY just now.At at Long John's Silver,with Li Ying, YY,Shu Mei and Hui Yi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather tasty.We came by the starhub shop at TMall then i saw BALLOONS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i wanted to take,then i think YY also,so i call her take first then i take.Then she help me take coz she thought i call her to help me take.So in the end she got me one,but she didn't take herself.Hai,miscommunication haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i got this yellow starhub balloon,which is probabl retarded but yeap we are.Balloons rock what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the end i call YY help me take she accidentally let go or what the yellow balloon flew off just when we were crossing the road.YY shrieked this funny shriek,then i kept laughing.Coz the sounds was like really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we stop a while to see the balloon got get squashed by the cars or not.Coz got a lot of cars.Nearly squashed.It kept bouncing off the cars and floating in the air.Then there were a lot of cars beeping their horns.OOPS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual we two CHEEKY people keep laughing...then aft the lunch we did some amaths at tampines library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then xiaoke.I think i played badly today,not much errors,but i think it sounded bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must practice more.That's all for today!!Later going my ah ma house.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And YY hor,so ai mei ah,go bring facial cleanser.So we washed our faces at the CC opposite the xiaoke centre.Yee Ting is our piano acc.Must treat her some time.She say dont want school de chicken rice.LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha K Ciao babes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356821749362055410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSE9RrzPZp8/SldA_9fP2PI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Mgmc4OwI-fw/s400/enrique-iglesias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i had CO...Facebooking now.I saw some freakishly funny pictures of Geng Hao,Yi Ren and Hui Yen on facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today to do our english discursive essay on 'Dreams' our recess was postoned to half an hour later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like nowadays my appetite is smaller.Don't feel like eating anything during recess and after sch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enrique Iglesias is really handsome lor.More than Hugh Dancy.But i like Kim Bum's youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photo at the top is Enrique Iglesias.A latin singer and the name that pwned in Hangman with Kristine and Jasper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EI ROCKS!!And his songs are nice too.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-471044124857493260?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Yi Ren say,&lt;br /&gt;'这个是什么？人不像人，鬼不像鬼，车不像车！’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jun Jie said ‘ 像你咯。’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me Janet and Kristine laugh like mad.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week passes by so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-2987314171060158032?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2987314171060158032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=2987314171060158032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/2987314171060158032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the end have to bring home the cheque and call my dad to write again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when i went out for tuition i forgot about my poor pencil box until i was halfway out of my house and reaching the bus stop did my sis call me and tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i ran all the way back just to get my pencil case.:((((These days i sweat more easily. Maybe due to the weather. Anyway i was sweating and when i was reaching (note:means haven't reach) the bus stop,i saw MY BUS,BUS NUMBER 5,stop at the bus stop. I ran again in case the driver drove away,coz the bus comes once in a LONG while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panting,i got up the bus. Dropped my keys. Then picked it up and sat down at the nearest seat. Very hot though.My face was red already.So you get the idea of me running like a crazy woman to my tuition lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I PROMISE I'M GOING TO LEAVE MY HOUSE EARLIER NEXT TIME.LIKE 1.30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i don't have to panic about being late and be all sweaty in tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,for nothing about the panic coz when i reached it was around 1.49.LOL. And my tuition starts at 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my fifth lesson and we're already at chapter 9 of AM.Super fast siol. Bullets! Anyway the teacher is nice enough:) today i got called up and by default/random i got picked to do the easiest qn of the exercise.Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as usual,i find my name on the first line of the attendance book.Coz of my surname=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still don't speak to my tuition mates much though.Coz they seem to have friends in their own sch in the class.But i don't feel like a loner tough.It feels okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i went back the wind was whipping and howling with the rain.Goosebumps.Super cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lent this girl in the class my spare pencil and i forgot to take it back from her after the lesson.Well.Take next time lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.Tmr is Youth Day.YOUTHS OF THE WORLD ROCKKKKKK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i havent thought of what to write for my Chinese compo,which translated to English means 'I have a pair of invisible wings'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;LOL.Which is like....either u do it in a lyrical way,or you do it in a scientific way or a story way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The chinese compo is really one weird but special but still weird title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Heeheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Peace,people:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-4991738730411441636?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4991738730411441636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=4991738730411441636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/4991738730411441636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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3 Ngee Ann people:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm embarrassed,but i totally hate meeting people i know in public places IN MY UNIFORM.And i don't like to travel to public places in my uniform unless with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw 2 girls from 3R2,and one from sec one i think.With her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to Bedok Library.Nearly forgot today is friday.Thought is Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz the days pass by like a shot in the wind.I googled the male lead of My Girl and his name is erm i forgot le.BUT,HE VERY HANDSOME!Haha.That's raging hormones for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-1572620085642497210?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1572620085642497210/comments/default' 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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-5698456399404551866.post-7011646777019685749</id><published>2009-07-03T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:55:41.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright,i'm listening to Paolo Nutini now,this guy who got rated 4.5 stars by Sujin Thomas in My Paper,lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His songs are nice,but they don't BOMB me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really love his song Funky Cigarette.Makes me wanna dance to some good ol' tunes oh yeah!Omg i know i sound like a 50 year old but I DONT CARE HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's got some groove=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatttt...i'm checking Youtube's music,and its all filled with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MICHAEL JACKSONNNNNNNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm now listening to this SUPER UBER UBER UBER UBER GREAT SONG FROM COKE's ADVERT CALLED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OPEN HAPPINESS:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was looking through some of my photos when i was in sec 1/2...and i think my face sort of change a little.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look abit different.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's cell really was amazing,but i hadn't had a chance to use the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Yen palys the guitar real wicked,haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIIIIIIIC RAWKSS.=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7011646777019685749?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7011646777019685749/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-5698456399404551866.post-1659422444386629102</id><published>2009-06-29T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:29:00.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today we had our resilience workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway something cool happened today.The AYG torch bearer ran into our school!!=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed it:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,back to the resilience workshop,before going to the resilience workshop we went out to eat,and bought bubble tea for 9 people:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling extremely guilty for drinking bubble tea AGAIN.I just promised myself not to drink bubble tea for three months two weeks ago=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we passed by this yellow PORSCHE and later we found out the owner was the trainer of the resilience workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love lamborghinis!!=P Especially yellow ones lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-1659422444386629102?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1659422444386629102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=1659422444386629102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/1659422444386629102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/1659422444386629102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-we-had-our-resilience-workshop.html' title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-7062765442137888862</id><published>2009-06-28T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:32:24.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sax In The City</title><content type='html'>Ytd went to this concert with Janet,my bro and sis and my dad:)  Janet finally met some of my cousins.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Sax In The City,really cheeky,i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a saxaphone concert..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cool.The Singapore City Swing performed this awfully cool song with individual solo parts in The Chicken and alot of other nice songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S i'm in love with this song called The Chicken composed by Pee Wee Ellis:) Funky,jazzy,rock and i couldn't stop tapping my feet and bobbing my head secretly.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tubinger Saxaphone ensemble was a little bit boring though.Too classical for my liking-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that,the two groups,followed with Singapore Wind Symphony presented a get -together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they paid tribute to MJ by playing Heal The World.How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also played this very funky song called September,which totally rocked my socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the Malay conductor,with his vivacious red tie and like super bubbly personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved his style of conducting!Looked like he was dancing and having a whole lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Janet said when the conductor of the Tubinger Ensemble went to conduct,he went to play the flute!!omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,i love this concert.Makes me wanna learn the saxaphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD Big smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert,we went to Lau Pa Sat.With my San Gu's family=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos i tried to upload here,but failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,on facebook:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7062765442137888862?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7062765442137888862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=7062765442137888862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually is not his house la lol,nobody live there one,but i think he takes care of the house or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was super hot but it was freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to upload photos on blogger...Pictures are on Facebook=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks SiYing for teaching me to resize it so it uploads faster.It uploads magically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo...tmr my bro is going to go out to eat lunch with his friend,which is like,LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time sia.Haha i'm like quite happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDNDDDDD READER's DIGEST COME LIAO!!!OMG IM SO HAPPYYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i have a few library books to read+ RD :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i don't sleep late later though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>HJ.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11584769227813666143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698456399404551866.post-7699871584543878314</id><published>2009-06-24T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:33:53.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah this relink skin is super nice.If i'm like going to change url(dont worry,i wont) i'll surely use this:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling super crazy right now:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.Blogger is like taking a century to upload pictures.And in the end,lag also never mind,my pictures aren't successfully uploaded.For the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_=.Haiz.Thats the reason i dun post photos alot in blogger,coz it lags like crazy and in the end after waiting for so long,the upload is UNSUCCESSFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.Its not gonna ruin my mood.Bla:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698456399404551866-7699871584543878314?l=theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblahblahgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7699871584543878314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698456399404551866&amp;postID=7699871584543878314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7699871584543878314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698456399404551866/posts/default/7699871584543878314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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