<?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-4343419750286028203</id><updated>2012-02-13T22:48:45.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss her once for me~ ^.^</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-9002836637787512948</id><published>2012-02-13T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:48:46.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be drained.</title><content type='html'>Spamming Dequalinium Lozenges~!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohmygoodness seriously.. T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already missed like 2.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't afford to miss anymore D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FAFAFA"&gt;NEED TO STOP EATING.&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/4343419750286028203-9002836637787512948?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/9002836637787512948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-be-drained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/9002836637787512948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/9002836637787512948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-be-drained.html' title='to be drained.'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-5734995552199020110</id><published>2012-02-13T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:31:29.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lungs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are on fire. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DDDDD,&amp;lt;&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/4343419750286028203-5734995552199020110?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/5734995552199020110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-lungs-are-on-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5734995552199020110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5734995552199020110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-lungs-are-on-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-640102984038374061</id><published>2012-02-11T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T23:46:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever Day 2.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Chewy's birthday.&lt;div&gt;Apparently, she already has the present I thought of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEED TO THINK OF A NEW ONE AND GET IT BY TOMORROW MORNING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohemgee SAVE ME NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just called her a while ago, and, surprise surprise! Chewy's down with a fever too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She sounded really sick, like how I was yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still pretty sick though, and I should be in bed a long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells. Goodnight (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to my latest friend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear fever,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please be gone by tomorrow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moi can't be sick on Monday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moi needs to be fit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's in March.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But, you can make me lose my appetite though. Moi don't mind that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ben.&lt;/i&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/4343419750286028203-640102984038374061?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/640102984038374061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/02/fever-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/640102984038374061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/640102984038374061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/02/fever-day-2.html' title='Fever Day 2.'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-3039442825434038505</id><published>2012-02-10T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T23:36:37.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever.</title><content type='html'>My face is flushed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cos I'm sick. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the first time I've noticed that my face is flushed, when I'm down with a fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally experiencing what has always been written. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not gonna do anything tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope every single trace of sickness will disappear by Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-3039442825434038505?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/3039442825434038505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/02/fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3039442825434038505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3039442825434038505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/02/fever.html' title='Fever.'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-7544808268195563095</id><published>2012-02-09T20:17:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T14:43:07.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WADDUP AMELIAZ</title><content type='html'>Hahaha! I forgot about doing this yesterday and only just remembered! :D&lt;div&gt;So, before I forget again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FF0080"&gt;A SHOUT OUT TO AH-MEE-LEE-YAHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who complaint that my blog was dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehe, but you said nobody bothered to read it anyway, and that you were the only one. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells, flying hugs and kisses to you tonight for enduring the torture of having to read through my long long long rants ^^ Hehe, love you!!  :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FF0080"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-7544808268195563095?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/7544808268195563095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/02/waddup-ameliaz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7544808268195563095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7544808268195563095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/02/waddup-ameliaz.html' title='WADDUP AMELIAZ'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-3306336454432063638</id><published>2012-01-26T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T02:05:03.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A flying kiss to you ^^</title><content type='html'>Goodnight ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-3306336454432063638?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/3306336454432063638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/flying-kiss-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3306336454432063638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3306336454432063638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/flying-kiss-to-you.html' title='A flying kiss to you ^^'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-5881231157525854668</id><published>2012-01-26T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:32:41.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook: Timeline</title><content type='html'>I just read online, from Yahoo News, that Facebook is going to make the Timeline format mandatory for all users. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/facebook-forces-timeline-tips-hide-230805761.html"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/facebook-forces-timeline-tips-hide-230805761.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. I really dislike the Timeline format, and I'm sure I ain't alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will people start to boycott Facebook? o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to the article, users who haven't switched their formats to Timeline, will have 7 days to tidy up their profiles before it becomes automatically activated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm annoyed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want Timeline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, it's supposed to make photos, links and older posts easier to find. I beg to differ. &lt;/div&gt;From what it appears to be doing so far, it is only making everything less organized and unpleasant to look at. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe Facebook has some hidden business contract behind this sudden decision to make Timeline mandatory. o.o Who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-5881231157525854668?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/5881231157525854668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/facebook-timeline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5881231157525854668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5881231157525854668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/facebook-timeline.html' title='Facebook: Timeline'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-7768538734895016248</id><published>2012-01-26T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:49:12.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Life ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WHxpZaUkDmI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-7768538734895016248?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/7768538734895016248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7768538734895016248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7768538734895016248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-my-life.html' title='Take My Life ♥'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WHxpZaUkDmI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-7903091613707594444</id><published>2012-01-25T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:13:26.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep; Laugh.</title><content type='html'>The CNY holidays are already over, but I still have unfinished work.&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a Chinese, the CNY holidays hardly provide enough time to touch school work, and lest say, rest, as I have the impression most teachers reckon so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, I stayed up for a while last night to revise Physics and complete the assignment that was due today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, but this afternoon, I fell asleep halfway through the last block, Social Studies; only to awake to the class' laughter. Hm, thanks a lot Mr Thomas xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, I wasn't alone - Ryushda had dozed off beside me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liza told me to sleep earlier tonight, after class; and I had said 'OK'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But man, I don't think I'll be able to do so again. Not tonight, unfortunately ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, French, here I come... (:  &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/4343419750286028203-7903091613707594444?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/7903091613707594444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleep-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7903091613707594444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7903091613707594444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleep-laugh.html' title='Sleep; Laugh.'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-2425039187009909892</id><published>2012-01-24T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:24:37.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday is ending soon ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-2425039187009909892?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/2425039187009909892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/tuesday-is-ending-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2425039187009909892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2425039187009909892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/tuesday-is-ending-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-6752540552926636962</id><published>2012-01-22T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T10:45:12.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>É : 2012 made more ❤ than it ever can be</title><content type='html'>I JUST OPENED MY MICHAEL BUBLÉ CALANDER!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&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/4343419750286028203-6752540552926636962?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/6752540552926636962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6752540552926636962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6752540552926636962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/e.html' title='É : 2012 made more ❤ than it ever can be'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-3148362378979094224</id><published>2012-01-21T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T10:40:17.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To have chosen to walk this path, was not a mistake. All glory to GOD</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a simple one. But,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would probably be the highlight of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the hsit I had to go through to get to this point,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seem all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say that I regret, is a lie. No, it will never be that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I can't be more thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFFF&gt;And as for the possible consequences,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color= #FFFFF&gt;I am ready to face them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-3148362378979094224?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/3148362378979094224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-have-chosen-to-walk-this-path-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3148362378979094224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3148362378979094224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-have-chosen-to-walk-this-path-was.html' title='To have chosen to walk this path, was not a mistake. All glory to GOD'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-451453214104695977</id><published>2012-01-16T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:28:56.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRISIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OHMYGOSH. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I SERIOUSLY NEED TO OPEN MY BUBLÉ CALENDAR ASAP!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I can't bear to open it... T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-451453214104695977?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/451453214104695977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/crisis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/451453214104695977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/451453214104695977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/crisis.html' title='CRISIS!'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-6678437099045083644</id><published>2012-01-13T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:32:36.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr BEAN :OO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHAHA. We got Mr Bean as our French teacher this year xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the past three years, we have always seen him along the corridors of MOELC (Bishan) and during his occasional visits last year to Monsieur Perole. We never thought that he would ever become our teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we first stepped into class, he seemed pretty serious and stern, but that impression of him immediately took a 180° turn when attendance taking begun. His voice, his actions, and his FACE. Everything about him is a replica of Mr Bean. Az, Nyam and I couldn't stop laughing during lessons. I'm beginning to have a brighter outlook about French classes this year - they sure are going to be interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Surprisingly, and of course thankfully, Mr Bean seems pretty competent this year! :DDD &lt;font color=#FF0080&gt;REJOICE~!&lt;/font&gt; Before lessons even started, he already prepared notes for us, not only for this year, but all the vocabulaire and grammaire that we have learnt, from Years 1-3. This is seriously a blessing to me for I have been trying to compile these notes for a very long time, but to no avail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hopefully, Mr Bean will be able to cope with us and lessons consistently for the rest of the year so that we students will be able to more easily follow him through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With such a wonderful and incredibly hilarious teacher and a bright prospect for my French ahead of me, I really need to put all of my heart into doing well for my French, double the score that I had in Year 3 (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH, and here's the ridiculous video he decided to show us in order to kill the last 15 minutes of class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MBT-C4tHILQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-6678437099045083644?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/6678437099045083644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/mr-bean-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6678437099045083644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6678437099045083644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/mr-bean-oo.html' title='Mr BEAN :OO'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MBT-C4tHILQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-7906988288378515231</id><published>2012-01-12T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:17:26.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS &gt; Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1IAhDGYlpqY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A very unique and interesting video that seems to stir something inside of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An agony that squeezes my heart, and a lump in my throat. A tight chest, and a blurred vision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need time to think this through, and reflect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A very well done video and poem (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-7906988288378515231?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/7906988288378515231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/jesus-religion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7906988288378515231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7906988288378515231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/jesus-religion.html' title='JESUS &gt; Religion'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1IAhDGYlpqY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-5216543503983146967</id><published>2012-01-03T23:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:06:25.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMART = SMEXY ♥</title><content type='html'>I'm happy today (:&lt;div&gt;Because... haha, I kind of finalised the changes to the blogskin... (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I finally started doing something constructive! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heheheheheh. Who's the boss now &amp;gt;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read the introduction of my Literature text and I can't wait to plunge into the main stories!! 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHO, they sound so exciting and provocative!!! 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a sidenote, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on my way to finishing a gigantic cup of the scariest looking fruit salad on Earth. My stomach is souring up from it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faints. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY excited to embark on my grand plan for the new year!!! School here I come! Mwahahahahaha. As I always have, the year starts with a great ambitious plan; but no, I shall not let my repeated failures discourage me this year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yayyyy! School tomorrow! ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llygufO9vN1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llygufO9vN1qaobbko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfordaOzKD1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfordaOzKD1qaobbko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehe, I'm so cute right. And yes, SMART = SMEXY &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;font color=#FF7A7A&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oh yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beeteedoubleyou, the pictures are from my Tumblr archive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tumblr is awesome. It makes me happy 8D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-5216543503983146967?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/5216543503983146967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/yepyepyep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5216543503983146967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5216543503983146967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/yepyepyep.html' title='SMART = SMEXY &lt;font color=#FF7A7A&gt;♥&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-7010449334640868948</id><published>2012-01-03T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:26:17.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the first day of school for most of us, Year 1s, and the day before school reopens for us Year 2s-4s. CCAOOOO~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My shift was from 10.15-12.15. I was supposed to leave right after my shift but I stayed for lunch (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, I went into INET to check for the new timetables and MAN! what an unpleasant feeling overwhelmed me when I remembered we had to go to the Year 4 section instead of Year 3. Time is flying by fast. So fast, I am convinced the length of the days have significantly shortened since my primary school years. It was because of the tsunami wasn't it? Oh wells. We're the oldest in school now, and it seemed only just yesterday when we were the senseless Year 1s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, being the sotongg that I am, I just learnt about a chain of comments that are not very nice and complementary to the writer(s). It's quite upsetting, and saddening (for them), but I was browsing through Tumblr, and here is what I have to say to my lovelies :) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltr4636YAm1qj4k85o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 174px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltr4636YAm1qj4k85o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It IS hard, tough, difficult, whatever; but we'll push through (:&lt;/div&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/4343419750286028203-7010449334640868948?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/7010449334640868948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/ccao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7010449334640868948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7010449334640868948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/ccao.html' title='CCAO'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-5282129880805565237</id><published>2012-01-01T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:33:29.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012!</title><content type='html'>Yayyy! 2012 is finally here! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the new year, I have changed my blogskin!! ^.^&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/4343419750286028203-5282129880805565237?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/5282129880805565237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5282129880805565237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5282129880805565237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012!'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-3272529457957366587</id><published>2011-12-30T21:03:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T19:48:00.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I see that I haven't been posting lately at all -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The "Merry Christmas!" is still up there, and I can't even remember which year's Christmas it was supposed to be. Somehow regretfully, it is yet another Christmas again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2011 has flown by with a blink of an eye, and I feel that I have let it past by a little bit too carelessly - passing every single day, just barely meeting up to what's expected. ... (?) Thank GOD, though, that despite my lack of enthusiasm, positive and energetic strive to achieve what I want and to do well for myself, I have improved in my overall performance both at school and in Judo. I have also accomplished certain things that I have wanted to do for a very long time. But, this is not the time to be complacent. In the messy and chaotic rush, I have missed out some very crucial things, and in this case, subjects - French and Chinese. These are the two subjects I would be taking the O Levels for, and I cannot afford to take away time from these two subjects for other, what may seem to be more important subjects. It is painful and difficult since the other subjects seem to be what matters the most, but no, I would do it, and I would do it well for both Languages and at the same time, for the other subjects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the start of 2011, as most of us do, we start off with a grand and sometimes romantic plan. It went smooth for me for a while, until the exams started to hover over our heads and weigh down our hearts. From then on, deadlines have ruled how I lived every single day of 2011. SAs, PTs, AAs, GAs, and what not. I sincerely, sincerely, sincerely, do not wish for 2012 to pass by the same way 2011 did. I pray, with all my heart, that 2012 would be a better year for me, my family, CHC, RAJU, my friends and for everyone else; that 2012 would be a year when we are conscious of what we are doing every single day, constantly aware of our daily activity, and actively involved and consistent in our plans to achieving our goals, enduring all obstructions and hindrances in our toil to work towards it. 2012 WILL be a year to look forward to. It will be a year when we make full use of the extra chance to make good what we have done wrong and correct bad habits and mistakes, mend misunderstandings, reconcile, and rid ourselves of all things that do not mean us well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, good things have happened as well in 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the best things that my life has been blessed with, is OBS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, the experience is definitely something that I will never forget and am grateful for. Yet, the greatest gift I had gained from it is the best friends that I have made there and have always been there for me throughout the entire year of 2011. Words can never show how thankful I am for them, neither can they show how much I love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next, RAJU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though 2011 was a depressing year for RAJU, it was a wake-up call for all of us, and as Nationals once again dawn upon us with the turn of the new year, I hope that every single one of us will reflect back on what happened this year and allow it to push ourselves even harder, give ourselves a reason to want to do better, to win, and to do one another proud, especially Mr Tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ironically, I feel that this year's Nats were a breakthrough for myself as well, in its own way. Overcoming my fears and keeping calm in my second-last match; overcoming the odds and managing to grab onto that last straw of hope in my last match. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, W388.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year had been a year of rooting myself deeper into the church, opening myself up more in church, and growing closer to GOD. Though regular attendance of cgm is still something I can show improvements on as the years pass, a point was made to attend service regularly (: W388 has been a great gigantic blessing to me and have shown my cousins and I unrestricted love and care. I also feel that my personal spiritual walk with GOD has become more real, and more meaningful to me now. I have grown closer to Him and love Him more now (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last but not least, the Geography-Literature Fieldtrip to England 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although I am only a pure Literature student and do not take Geography, my application was accepted for the trip! It was a truly enriching and eye-opening experience for me and I sincerely thank the teachers that have made this possible for me. An encounter in England and the trip itself has set 2 goals for me to work towards, for my future. The trip was invaluable and I would never have been able to travel so far and experience and learn the things I did in England anytime soon, had it not been for the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Besides all of the above, here are some personal goals that I have achieved or reached a considerable level of advancement in, throughout this year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iesgj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yisrnw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wysrnrl vjknqj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jcj kqyj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nTmssi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yat Qngmejp Gygpj eqfzqx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(C:--5,4.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2012. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In just a few days Batch 8 will be seniors and we'll all be Year 4s. Ohno. Hahaha, how time flies. Our last year in RGS. ... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Loving GOD wholeheartedly and loving people fervently. 2012 will be a glorious year of breakthroughs and victory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;JMVI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-3272529457957366587?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/3272529457957366587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3272529457957366587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3272529457957366587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-2011.html' title='The End of 2011'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-5630511014351671388</id><published>2011-04-30T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T19:32:31.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the Apple to my PIe~</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="385" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GXxbC0B_74s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;br /&gt;Humaira&lt;br /&gt;Ameaz&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEHE. OH WELLS. I HOPE TIME WOULD JUST FREEZE HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-5630511014351671388?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/5630511014351671388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/04/youre-apple-to-my-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5630511014351671388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5630511014351671388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/04/youre-apple-to-my-pie.html' title='You&apos;re the Apple to my PIe~'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GXxbC0B_74s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-2322731913551712868</id><published>2011-03-15T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T01:52:27.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change in Top Singers' Directions? Maybe not :/</title><content type='html'>I was thinking in my bath, "What's with the sudden rise of self-motivational themed songs in the billboard and amongst top singers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, such songs have existed since a long time ago, but when it's all songs about sex, drink and drugs, there seems to be a faint yet sharp turn towards this genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fireworks by Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;2. Who You Are by Jessie J&lt;br /&gt;3. Born This Way by Lady GaGa&lt;br /&gt;4. Who Says by Selena Gomez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I think it's just me who think there's a change :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-2322731913551712868?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/2322731913551712868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/03/change-in-top-singers-directions-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2322731913551712868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2322731913551712868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/03/change-in-top-singers-directions-maybe.html' title='Change in Top Singers&apos; Directions? Maybe not :/'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-1005443531315166356</id><published>2011-03-13T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T01:15:56.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I REALLY think that... ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thinking back, I may be easy-going and quiet but I DO have strong opinions when it comes to certain things. Here are some of them, those that I had actually voiced out on Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 11:11&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man. What on earth is wrong with everyone and what's the big deal about 11:11. Not that I wanna offend the people who believe in it. I've been keeping quiet about it since the first time I saw it, until Shuyun mentioned it... yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, if 11:11 worked and was true, it means that you get 2 wishes every single day. That's a little more than 730 wishes a year. That's sick. Why? Because, since when was the world or life so good to you?&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, why 11:11? Why not 22:22, 33:33, 44:44, 55:55, 66:66, 77:77, 88:88, 99:99, or even 00:00? OK, this point may seem lame, but think about it!&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, has it ever worked? -.- Once is most likely coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;I see it everywhere, and I hear about it all the time. It's getting to my nerves, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Racing cars in... SINGAPORE???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me? RACING CARS IN SINGAPORE?!&lt;br /&gt;People want to show how rich they are, how much they're worth.&lt;br /&gt;They say, "Hey! I'm earning more than you! I'm the CEO of this and that!" or maybe even, "I don't need to work!"&lt;br /&gt;I think these people think that they have a better branding than other drivers, hence, they're more qualified and people look up to them. They also think that they're definitely of a higher status and can drive faster on the road than others. These people think that when they zoom past you in a sports car, by-standers would think : woah-posh! and all that blingbling stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I think, 'dumbass'.&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I don't have a thing against show-offs so long as they can do it smart and really are what they boast to be. And no, I'm not jealous about rich people. That's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;My reason? Singapore doesn't have the roads for sports cars to speed on and do what they are made to do. If you're in America and wanna show your class and be a show-off with a nice red ferrari or something like that, go ahead, no objections. But in Singapore?! You're demeaning and insulting the vehicle. Highways are exceptions though, but our roads aren't all highways. I really wouldn't complain if I see a sports car on the express. But you get my point, right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was one morning, when I was walking to school, I heard some loud farting sound round the corner. It was a grey sports car, and it looked like it was in pain. Constipation. It's like all the engine is all fired up to Go!Go!Go! but there's no room for it to show its potential and release all that energy that's choked up within it. I pity the car ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;In Rome, do what the Romans do.&lt;br /&gt;This is the closest simple explanation I can find to what I have to say about Popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;When you go to the movies, popcorn is a MUST-HAVE.&lt;br /&gt;You get what I mean? Like, you HAVE to follow the popcorn-in-hand tradition/culture when you're watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;POPCORN IS A MUST-HAVE IN CINEMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, OK, I'm really not a quarrelsome person who tries to find fault in things, or people. They're just some topics that I strongly feel about, and may even childishly, or rather, blindly insist on, sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-1005443531315166356?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/1005443531315166356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-really-think-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/1005443531315166356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/1005443531315166356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-really-think-that.html' title='I REALLY think that... ...'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-7124475267489251281</id><published>2011-03-13T00:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T01:41:01.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Exception</title><content type='html'>On a night of quiet and peaceful solace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-J7J_IWUhls" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="385"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-7124475267489251281?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/7124475267489251281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-night-of-quiet-and-peaceful-solace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7124475267489251281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7124475267489251281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-night-of-quiet-and-peaceful-solace.html' title='The Only Exception'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-J7J_IWUhls/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-544646209615168828</id><published>2011-03-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T00:35:56.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haw Par Villa and CINEMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;309's Last Learning Journey of the year: Haw Par Villa for English Language and Chinese Language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eng PT Group: Grace, Hum, Ameaz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haw Par Villa wasn't as frightening as I had imagined it to be. In fact, I think they should make the 10 Courts of Hell more thrilling. It was nothing like the dark and intimidating cave with tall looming statues or majestic paintings on the rock walls that I had imagined. To be honest, I sort of expected it to be an exciting experience filled with adrenaline rush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To be fair, the 10 Courts of Hell WAS a dark cave with eerie lights, and the images were portrayed very truthfully; the sculptor did not try to hide any of the hard 'truth' or gory detail to comfort wrongdoers or accomodate the weak-hearted. The images were enough to disturb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, I feel that in order to make it more thrilling so as not to disappoint expectant visitors, the staff sould consider turning it into some kind of ghost ride, with animated features. That would be TOO scary for me though. Maybe they want to keep Haw Par Villa the way it was when it was first built, but it is now listed as a tourist attraction, hence more upkeeping and improvements should be done, I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then there's this museum that tells you about the history of the Chinese heritage. There are wax figurines of the typical Chinese people that are REALLY realistic. The museum's quite OK, plus there's this slide in one of the rooms. As my group was the only one in there, on the free-and-easy tour, we didn't dare take the slide. Moreover, there was only a very dim light in the room so there was this very creepy feeling about it. Humaira really wanted to ride it though. The entrance to the staircase leading to the top looked as if you would disappear and never come back if you stepped in. Apparently, when we met Amalina at the end, they had toured the museum with the guide with many other teams and everyone were queuing to take the slide -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the room before the kitchen where most of the wax figures were displayed, there's one of a woman stroking something in her pram. Obviously, it's a baby, but she looked to realistic and spooky that we didn't dare go near her to see if there was anything in the pram. I didn't really look at her at first, until Ameaz and Humaira pointed her out and said she was creepy. I turned and look at her. Woah, the more you stare at her, the wider she seemed to smile. OK, we're outta here man. We quickened our steps and reached the kitchen. Crap, the exit door isn't working. We turned, held our breaths and got ready to go through the room with the lady and her pram. I kept staring straight ahead as we rushed past her and out the next 2 rooms. I supposed everyone else didn't dare to look at her and stared into space as well. Well, surprise surprise! When we reached the final meeting point and talked to Ryushda's group, they said they thought the wax woman with the baby smiled wider the more they stared at her too. Spoookyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OK, so we went back to school and yay we're done for the day. Now, the main event of today. Whoo! It's sort of the first proper outing with my new classmates. The first proper outing with us for Ryush as well. I've gone for lunch with Ameaz more than just a few times before and Humaira had even joined us once before too. Ryush always complain that we leave her out when Humaira, (and especially) Amelia and I go out together for lunch and 'study sessions'(which eventually failed). It's all because she's always caught up with training, FC and cheerleading :/ can't stand her, she does all the cool stuff. k wtv. Anyways, she almost didn't want to come when we were deciding yesterday, because she had training at 4.30pm. lol, we had plenty of time. So, we walked to Far East and took a bus to Cineleisure. Ryushda had her frolick and we bought the tickets for I am Number 4. Humaira and I had Pastamania. I can't remember what Ameaz ate :/ So anyway, we got caught up playing with the spectacles at some blingbling jewellery shop beside Pastamania and had a debate on whether I should buy coke or not and winded up late for the movie. We kept saying that there would be 10minutes on advertisement time, I bet they skipped that part :O Haha, so anyway, there weren't many people, surprisingly, I think only a quarter of the cinema was filled. The haunted house part was SCARY Ryush and I kept squeezing each other's hands. Haha, I feel bad cause I think I leaned too much into her space, she must have been uncomfortable ): Haha, she kept spazzing about how hot Alex Pettyfer was. lol she even imagined how hot she would be in bed with him :O ohya, I forgot to say something that would happen only once in a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somehow, Ryush's ego kinda amazingly disappeared for a while this morning. On the bus ride towards Haw Par, one of the first things she said was 'I'm so ugly'. OMG I was shocked. Haha, she said this super cute angmoh guy on the train "didnt to talk to her and talked to another angmoh girl" instead. It kinda got to her head and temporarily stamped her ego out for the day. I missed her ego :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, so back to the cinema. Sam was kinda cute, and Mark can be a lil good-looking if you look closely enough, but 4 was HOT and 6 was HOTTER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we came down from the cinema, we walked into A LIQOURICE CART. Megan and I had been looking since FOREVER for a place that would sell decent liqourice. I got 2 and Ryush got 1. 3 for $10. I'm gonna go there again and get some for Megan :DDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess what, when we were waiting to pay, I was bombarded by Frawr. I missed them ): It was great timing :) First Liyana, then Humz and then Atiqah. They left with Ameaz after that. I wish I could have stayed and hanged out with them too. I didn't really have time to play with Ameaz today as well, cause I sat beside Ryush in the cinema and that was majority of the time. I had been a little worried for Liyana the past few days with all the nonsense that had been thrown in their faces. Plus, I hadn't seen her around school the past few days either. I hope she's feeling a lot better now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OK peaceout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-544646209615168828?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/544646209615168828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/03/haw-par-villa-and-cinemaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/544646209615168828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/544646209615168828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/03/haw-par-villa-and-cinemaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='Haw Par Villa and CINEMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-967462186439252883</id><published>2011-03-11T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:16:45.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutant much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I feel like a mutant. Ok, maybe not just sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I decide who I am, yet I can't. It's so weird yet so real at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;There's 2 me. Not exactly, but some stuff that's supposed to have vanished seems to be resurfacing.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been acting weirdly these few days. I should stop and return to 'normal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But What IS normal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It may not always be the truth&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/4343419750286028203-967462186439252883?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/967462186439252883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/03/mutant-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/967462186439252883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/967462186439252883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/03/mutant-much.html' title='Mutant much?'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-2248024959467267168</id><published>2011-03-10T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:16:26.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ForAz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who are you to have a say in this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't judge when you can't even get your facts right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-2248024959467267168?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/2248024959467267168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/03/foraz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2248024959467267168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2248024959467267168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/03/foraz.html' title='ForAz'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-695978276451751168</id><published>2011-02-22T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:16:54.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of it All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, I sigh and give up...&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to give up...&lt;br /&gt;It's quite sad, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Too Bad.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-695978276451751168?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/695978276451751168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/02/end-of-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/695978276451751168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/695978276451751168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/02/end-of-it-all.html' title='End of it All'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-2619142796975331577</id><published>2011-02-18T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:17:04.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benita's I LOVE YOU Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Michael Bublé has inspired me to go on an 'I LOVE YOU' Campaign.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Baby~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-2619142796975331577?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/2619142796975331577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/02/benitas-i-love-you-campaign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2619142796975331577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2619142796975331577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/02/benitas-i-love-you-campaign.html' title='Benita&apos;s I LOVE YOU Campaign'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-4993861144791510312</id><published>2011-01-23T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:17:21.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HI IM GETTING EXTREMELY FAT &gt;&lt; DDDD&lt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE ATMOSPHERE AT HOME TODAY IS A LITTLE NUTTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIANZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-4993861144791510312?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/4993861144791510312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-im-getting-extremely-fat-dddd-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4993861144791510312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4993861144791510312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-im-getting-extremely-fat-dddd-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-2553932156371532079</id><published>2010-08-30T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:10:18.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyy CHEWS</title><content type='html'>Heyy chewy. This is to cheer you up :DD So cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/lJwgP44Ap9E/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJwgP44Ap9E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJwgP44Ap9E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chew, you're as irritating as the dog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rv3P-5DhkgQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rv3P-5DhkgQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're as -.- as the hippo too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iu-rLA4POkI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iu-rLA4POkI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Chaplin! Ms Seah!&lt;br /&gt;Smile-by Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Chewy! SMILE! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-2553932156371532079?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/2553932156371532079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/08/heyy-chews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2553932156371532079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2553932156371532079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/08/heyy-chews.html' title='Heyy CHEWS'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-1555026903199612707</id><published>2010-07-30T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T14:22:40.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best SIP lesson</title><content type='html'>Kwang relieved us today! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-1555026903199612707?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/1555026903199612707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-sip-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/1555026903199612707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/1555026903199612707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-sip-lesson.html' title='Best SIP lesson'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-8534724962834844502</id><published>2010-05-30T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:18:59.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed blogskin! and the white music thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;I just changed my skin today... or yesterday? haha yea.&lt;br /&gt;um, but I can't seem to change the colour of the font; I'll try to figure it out some day when I'm free. I kind of like the iPod...err whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my throat's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;The weather as well.&lt;br /&gt;hate the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that's it. I've been racking my brain about SIP and my whole mind's in a mess this very instant. I'll use the weekend to sort my brain cells out and then I'll get to work on Monday. Seriously, I can't write much right now because I've just got enough to think about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that the way I write my blog is like I'm talking to myself? Is that wierd or is it supposed to be normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES, finally, I'll be out tomorrow for ASIA CONFERENCE 2010! Sadly, I'm only able to make it tomorrow but I'll still reap the fullest from it!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to be in the presence of the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, OK that's it. Bye. Mommy's not in a good mood today D: I've got to go before she starts nagging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-8534724962834844502?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/8534724962834844502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/05/changed-blogskin-and-white-music-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/8534724962834844502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/8534724962834844502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/05/changed-blogskin-and-white-music-thing.html' title='Changed blogskin! and the white music thing!'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-4916289869954716486</id><published>2010-05-18T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:34:50.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringing</title><content type='html'>My mind's filled with you... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jesse, I keep hearing your voice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-4916289869954716486?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/4916289869954716486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/05/ringing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4916289869954716486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4916289869954716486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/05/ringing.html' title='Ringing'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-2497225718650266309</id><published>2010-03-06T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:18:56.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Founder's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RGS&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, it's RGS's birthday today. Yea, so the theme for this year was "Birthday Party".&lt;br /&gt;Mr De Souza was in-charge of it, I think. The House Captains were dressed as clowns and it was cool. Unlike other events, the House Captains DID appear on stage as usual, but they didn't say anything at all. Loud but not at the same time. Nice. They were like mimes running about the stage. The Principals even had a performance of their own! They sang and danced for the school! Awesome to the max. Though last year's was held at night in commemoration of the school's 130th year, this year's could be more memorable. Mr De Souza has crazy ideas, I admit. I guess there was the cutting of cake every year, but this year during that part of the event, boxes of mini cakes were passed around the whole school. Yes, while the Principals cut the super big one, we weren't left out of that. There was this part where one of the Korean scholars from our year, I think 207, rapped HaruHaru. Haha. Hannah danced with the Principals... Anyways, I think Mr De Souza did a really good job(?) yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YuHua and I went to Megan's house after that. Shing ponned Founders' Day because she lost her house shirt and so we met her there. I kind of lost my cool because of the miscommunication and so on but everything was great after that. Megan's mom was still as wonderful as ever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole day of fun. I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-2497225718650266309?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/2497225718650266309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/03/founders-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2497225718650266309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2497225718650266309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/03/founders-day.html' title='Founder&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-6658715198072595836</id><published>2010-03-06T02:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T03:44:25.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VERSUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I gripped desperately onto the lapels of her Gi, and pulled down. I didn't like the fact that I was always bending down, because I would have to straighten up again in order to throw. I could feel the weight of her arms pressing down onto my shoulders and as usual, she had my back and sleeve. I was going to attack, but she was faster... In a moment, I was down by the same throw, again. And again, I twisted my body so that I would not land on my back. I thought if I were to be thrown, I should at least avoid landing on my back. Everything happened so quickly and things flashed past my eyes and mind. I knew what my body was doing but wasn't in time to stop it. I knew what was coming. I braced myself. Instead of twisting on my hips as I usually do, the lower 3/4 of my body and my shoulders swung in opposite directions. I heard and felt a pop in my back, and my hand instinctively shot to the area, though knowing it wouldn't be of much help. I guess, having something/someone to hold or cover the area made me feel more secure and assured. I crinched where I had fallen and held my body close. The air was beaten out of me, and I gasped, but nothing went in. For half a second, I thought a rib had poked my lungs. I closed and opened my mouth painfully with much urgency, but to no avail. There was a stinging pain in my back, and I was suffocating with my chest compressed. It was as though all openings to my respiratory system were blocked. Fighting for breath, I thought about Cheryl. I knew I had to get up and fight; at least one throw. I choked and gagged and tears involuntarily flowed down as if in response to the tightness in my chest. It continued for a while until I heard Mr Tan telling me to get up. That very moment, I felt horrible and apologetic. It felt like I had to gorge my eyes out for leaking, when I realized that they were doing such a stupid thing. I was and am angry at myself. As I stood up, I felt air slowly seep into me, despite my rapid gaping. A truly tedious process. Looking at the blurred images of the judo-kas around me, made me feel frustrated with myself. I know I ain't as macho and zai anymore. I don't think I'll ever be again. RGS has changed me, and my injury made me even softer. I want to turn back the time... Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I want to scream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I want to train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conviction&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S5Fcd_bKlmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JgsZwZW_ecQ/s1600-h/12293_325952641066_579341066_3440921_157878_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445235094778975842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S5Fcd_bKlmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JgsZwZW_ecQ/s400/12293_325952641066_579341066_3440921_157878_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.I know how lame the ribs and everything sounded, but I really thought so. I bet everyone's thinking: what a loser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-6658715198072595836?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/6658715198072595836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/03/versus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6658715198072595836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6658715198072595836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/03/versus.html' title='VERSUS'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S5Fcd_bKlmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JgsZwZW_ecQ/s72-c/12293_325952641066_579341066_3440921_157878_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-1359195371807821129</id><published>2010-03-05T13:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T03:44:34.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONSTER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MONSTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S5CV8IcKvdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UScFpwDknjA/s1600-h/MonsterWP1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445016809781247442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S5CV8IcKvdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UScFpwDknjA/s400/MonsterWP1024-768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S5CV8pMzduI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9-E9XXQ5I58/s1600-h/johan1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445016818575177442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S5CV8pMzduI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9-E9XXQ5I58/s400/johan1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi Monster. bye. Lit was about monsters today. I thought of this. Bye Monster. I'm not in a good mood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;tearapart.falltopeices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/4343419750286028203-1359195371807821129?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/1359195371807821129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/03/monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/1359195371807821129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/1359195371807821129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/03/monster.html' title='MONSTER.'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S5CV8IcKvdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UScFpwDknjA/s72-c/MonsterWP1024-768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-2364694335529878818</id><published>2010-03-04T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:41:33.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I'm sorry I didn't get anything for your birthday, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as usual&lt;/span&gt;! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-2364694335529878818?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/2364694335529878818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-daddy-d-im-sorry-i-didnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2364694335529878818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2364694335529878818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-daddy-d-im-sorry-i-didnt.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-142710003360130575</id><published>2010-03-04T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T03:46:15.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, I had Bio SPA. I kept reminding myself the night before to bring my long ruler, protractor, and compass. I had and still have no idea why Mr DeSouza told us to bring them. OK, but, in the end, I still forgot.&lt;br /&gt;JoSoh lent me her protractor! Yay, LOVES! I went to buy the other two, but even though I needed them anyway, I still felt kind of stupid for going to buy them when we left the lab without having to touch the stationeries at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the sports psychologist, Mr Tham came to the dojo and told us to imagine ourselves as an agressive animal that we liked. I was a wolf. However, I didn't do well during randori today. Especially the one I had with Belle. I bet Shyuan just let me throw her just now when I did osotogari, still, I thank her. Everyone is very upset and disappointed with the news about our March Holiday Camp. RGS had rejected Mrs Chia's proposal on the camp. Despite the fact that the guys would be sleeping over at RI and the girls at RJC, RGS still worries. I can understand their concerns, so I have nothing much to say, plus, in fact, I completely embrace the idea of having to go the extra mile and travel back to RGS just to sleep and back to RI for training. That's if we insisted on staying overnight. However, the decision has been made that we miss night training, the most important session, and go home at 1830. I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mrs Chia was really nice to us, as always (: She gave us 'to-start-of-the-year' sweets as encouragement to continue striving on. My gratitude and appreciation goes out to her passion and care for us, girls whom she has just met and to whom she owes almost nothing. She's the new IC Teacher, and she has been treating us specially well, though she DOES expect certain things/behaviours from us. That's reasonable, though. Thank You Mrs Chia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I PIGGED OUT. I hate you Humaira, for the cookies. I love you Humaira, for the cookies. How? They were fantastic. Thank you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Ms Syazwani confirmed that we had to cancel our Kukup Learining Journey Trip to go for the make-up for the History LJ which was originally on Tuesday. However, it clashes with training and competitions are round the corner. I know that the LJs have a higher priority over training no matter what, plus, the Kukup Trip does, though very little, contribute to our Geog AA. Belle, Amanda and I felt bad to keep asking Ms Wani to change the dates for us, besides, we aren't the only ones missing the Kukup Trip. Aw mans, I really want to go. We wouldn't get this kind of thing everyday. Mans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, what I had feared came; during lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;Hey YuHua, I really didn't know what's inside agaragar. I knew that you must think that I'm telling you the most unbelievable tips to losing weight because I wanted to lie to you and make you grow fat. Oh wells, nvm, I still love you two women. I was wrong on my part for being nosy in the first place. I'll just shut up. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-142710003360130575?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/142710003360130575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/03/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/142710003360130575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/142710003360130575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/03/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-249797942975039384</id><published>2010-03-02T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:41:13.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YeeLing My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. YeeLing's temperamental self is really cute and great to laugh at!&lt;br /&gt;She had to train the Sec1s outside the Blue Room some new throw. She was alone, with the newbies.&lt;br /&gt;She came in to... do something. We were having randori then and she had a 'black face'. I stared at her and...&lt;br /&gt;Ben: *stares*&lt;br /&gt;YL: I can't stand the Sec 1s&lt;br /&gt;Ben: I can tell&lt;br /&gt;YL: I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: *slghtly shocked and laughs* HAHA why?&lt;br /&gt;Shyuan: Why why? ( or something)&lt;br /&gt;YL: They're too guai liao&lt;br /&gt;Shyuan: Is it because their socks are too high?&lt;br /&gt;YL: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Do you miss us?&lt;br /&gt;YL: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHA. SHE'S SO CUTE RIGHT. :D HEEHEE. Hmm, Shyuan and I decided to get high socks for her birthday this year :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-249797942975039384?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/249797942975039384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeeling-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/249797942975039384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/249797942975039384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeeling-my-love.html' title='YeeLing My Love'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-488583844458372648</id><published>2010-02-22T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:40:56.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIO and BUBBLE TEA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAHAH Here's a really weird convo from Bio class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. DS: osmosis... blahblahblah. Go and try this out one day- Keep drinking bubble tea for the whole day, and you will find that your pee will have a sweetish smell.&lt;br /&gt;Class: Eww.&lt;br /&gt;Megan WW: Ohoh! Then will there be pearls as well?!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. DS: *looking bemused* Your unrinary tube is so small and narrow; if there were pearls, it would be excruciating pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. OK byebye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-488583844458372648?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/488583844458372648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/bio-and-bubble-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/488583844458372648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/488583844458372648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/bio-and-bubble-tea.html' title='BIO and BUBBLE TEA.'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-8068882725707854491</id><published>2010-02-14T21:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:34:08.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, I was surfing YouTube, and I suddenly decided to google Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta. Do you even know who she is?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly dawned on me that the whole world may know who Lady Gaga is, but, not everyone actually SEEM interested in who she really is. I'm curious, what kind of person is she really? How does she actually look like?? When people talk about 'Lady Gaga', the image that appears in my head is the woman who always wear wigs, with long, straight silver hair with bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438099566802333666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S3gCvmR1b-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Y75R8lYQZgc/s400/Lady-GaGa-pictures-23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.konvictmuzik.net/photos/Lady-GaGa-pictures-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.konvictmuzik.net/photos/Lady-GaGa-pictures-23.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How will she look like if she takes off her wig? I'm 99.9% certain that 80% or more of her fans[needless to say, what more myself] would fail to recognise her when they see her walking down the street, or even stick her face right into theirs. In fact, I think that when they see her, suspecting her identity would be far from what they would even imagine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S3gEuKKehSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aBia80Aw1dE/s1600-h/Lady-Gaga-jet-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438101741098665250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S3gEuKKehSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aBia80Aw1dE/s400/Lady-Gaga-jet-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stylehop.com/fashion-blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Lady-Gaga-jet-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.stylehop.com/fashion-blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Lady-Gaga-jet-1.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I try to imagine her without her wig, [judging from the picture above, where you can see her full face] just the sweet normal girl that she is. I absolutely cannot picture her donned in her unique costumes, screaming into microphones, behaving somewhat scandalously as what Lady Gaga does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Maybe, it's just me. I do admit that I do not know much about her, in fact, I know almost nothing about her, but yea... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She's a wonderful artist nonetheless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;just wondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-8068882725707854491?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/8068882725707854491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/lady-gaga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/8068882725707854491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/8068882725707854491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/lady-gaga.html' title='Lady Gaga'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S3gCvmR1b-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Y75R8lYQZgc/s72-c/Lady-GaGa-pictures-23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-5027210249272811811</id><published>2010-02-14T02:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:42:42.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Times~ CHEWY'S HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chewy's father came to pick me up with Chewy at AngMoKio MRT Station at 10. Chewy's family was very nice to me, especially Chewy's mom. Haha, she kept worrying that I would go hungry ^.^ Anyways, Chewy was no different at home, she still bullies everyone and almost pulled out her brother's dick during lunch :O Sick right~~ I liked sitting on her bed because it was soft and had many toys(: Chewy kept digressing throughout, busy showing me her Stephy and Chanchan, her husband,김현중 and boyfriend, 이홍기. Speaking of which, haha, I haven't written the loveletter for her yet. I'm still deciding on a birthday present for her. How??Anyways here's the most EPIC excerpt from &lt;a href="http://chewinggumchew.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chewy's blog&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S3gb1r87uiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ESwu7eC8EoM/s1600-h/Tennis_Racket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438127159195187746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S3gb1r87uiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ESwu7eC8EoM/s400/Tennis_Racket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway ytd i had tennis and smth unexpected and funny happened. My coach threw the ball and thn after that i used the forehand to hit. i thought it flew upwards cos it usually does(my ball cant just go straight.its either up/left/right/out of court,never straight).i was like staring up and wondering where did the freaking ball went and thn i realised.it was stuck in my racket at the hole there you know.that triangle hole over there-.- my coach laughed like one ass.oh god.anyway i dont care,im dropping tennis soon and thn im going to learn JUDO!heh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOOOSH! EPICC RIGHT?! I laughed like crap too. I couldn't stop, and of course, I got my due punishment from Chewy for having a good laugh AT her. EPPICC~ *snorts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkayy, it was Super fun at Chewy's house. I overturned her FT Island poster on the wall and went round pulling a corner out of the other posters to see what was on the back. She didn't notice the upside-down poster until a while later :D Oh, and then we lied to Shiing, saying that ShuHui was there as well, making her feel guilty to be the only member who wasn't present to do RS. We also watched the birthday video featuring KHJ and HongKi given to Chewy by Lorraine many times. It kept getting stuck halfway ): Chewy's mom went out to buy lunch for us. Chewy requested for pizza but later said she didn't like eating pizza O.o We agreed on Subway later but because it was too crowded, we got Macs instead. I settled for a DoubleCheeseburger. Chewy's family is really cute. They are Buddhist, and can't eat beef, but they say that it is OK as long as we did not bring it into the house; so we sat outside on the little front porch and ate lunch. Chewy DID have a punching bag at home, no wonder she was so muscular despite her being so skinny. Chewy and her brother got some kind of Prosperity NewYear Burger. Chewy had 2 brothers. ZhiXuan was the younger one(P3), and had lunch with us. The older one was Sec1 and was very quiet, he ate MaggiMee inside the house, he didn't like fastfood. Well, apparently, ZhiXuan said something about Chewy being short and had to face the consequences. I find ZhiXuan really adorable and we came along pretty well, teasing Chewy together. Ohoh, and here's another funny incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: So your name is ZhiXuan?&lt;br /&gt;ZX: No, I'm ZhiWei. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;(I clearly knew his name was ZhiXuan from how his family addressed him; I knew ZhiWei wasn't his name)&lt;br /&gt;Ben: OH, so your other brother's name is ZhiWei? *asks innocently*&lt;br /&gt;ZX: *suddenly bursts out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;Ben: *stares at him*&lt;br /&gt;Chewy: *clears throat* WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to look at Chewy and it suddenly dawned upon me and I remembered that ZhiWei was Chewy. I exploded, and laughed like there was no tomorrow. Chewy just kept screaming at me. Ahaha, I was too used to calling her Chewy that such a thing actually happened. She said that her maid couldn't pronounce her name properly like people who met her for the first time normally would. Her maid couldn't call her Chew though, because if she did, her whole family would respond. AHAHA. Chewy had to go to the temple a while after that, so I was left with the maid for some time. Chewy hadn't even bathed yet then. She went to the temple stinky. After she came back, there was one episode where her table was filled with ants becuase her oreo bubbletea toppled over and we didn't know. It was fun then too. We finished one Chemistry proposal earlier than we thought we would and we spent the remaining time trying our luck with the KHJ+HongKi video again, searching their names in YouTube and watching You're Beautiful from where I stopped quite some months ago. Chewy had showered after she came back from the temple and her maid and I also spent time playing around with the black nail polish that Chewy wanted to put on. We made a whole mess out of it. Chewy wanted me to put on some and I conceded at first but refused to after looking at Chewy's messed up nails. HAHA. I only put some on my left pinky in the end but wiped it off later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a lot and did loads of stuff together today, and I can say that I had a very enjoyable time at my first visit to her house. I also got to eat a slice of her birthday cake, kaya- my fav! yay. I didn't tell her that though. Chewy had to go visit her aunt and granny so we left the house together. I took a picture with Chewy's maid because Chewy said that her face was too expensive. Haiz, EGO-POK. I'm not going to upload it though, as it only turned out OK, not very nice,a s we were in a bit of a rush then... I alighted at AngMoKio MRT Station and walked to my paternal grandmother's house from there. I thank Chewy and her family for such a great time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I can't celebrate CNY due to the losses from last year, we gathered as a family at my paternal grandmother's house for reunion dinner. We also spoke to Pamela, Angeline, XiaoFang Jiejies and Oscar through webcam. It was daytime in London and they were all gathered at the Vickers' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 1. I wouldn't go visiting tomorrow(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-5027210249272811811?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/5027210249272811811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-times-chewys-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5027210249272811811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5027210249272811811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-times-chewys-house.html' title='Crazy Times~ CHEWY&apos;S HOUSE'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/S3gb1r87uiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ESwu7eC8EoM/s72-c/Tennis_Racket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-4172086296302834147</id><published>2010-02-12T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:31:41.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Decor- A Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know today's the day for all to go back to their old schools to pay a visit, hence, I do not blame those who had failed to obey Mr DeSouza's message for everyone to stay back. I'm extremely grateful to all of the individuals who have stayed back today to help. I apologise for having to leave before everything could be wrapped up, I had to rush home to make it in time for the Chinese New Year service held tonight at CHC, Expo Hall1. I was supposed to leave by latest 2, but I over-shot the time by half an hour. I thank all, Faith, AK, Aang, Chewy, Cok, Lynn, Shiing, YuHua, Jall, Dinis, Judith, Clarissa, Sarah, Megan, Maggy, and so on. If we do not get the PizzaHut vouchers this time, we can all just kill ourselves together. We did so much. Good work guys. I LOVE YOU ALL, I REALLY DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time I ran after a bus since almost a year ago when I stopped embarrassing myself with that very silly action. But I didn't feel silly at all this time. My bag was very light today becuase I did not have to carry my Gi, and I think I looked pretty good running today, HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service was great, but we were late for Miss Z's class :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to having a great time at Chewy's house tomorrow! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...life's all about laughing your heads off; out loud...&lt;/em&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/4343419750286028203-4172086296302834147?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/4172086296302834147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/class-decor-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4172086296302834147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4172086296302834147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/class-decor-success.html' title='Class Decor- A Success'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-5721176898413862121</id><published>2010-02-12T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:33:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday NANAPOK! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEWY, YOU NANA POK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ooh, you're 14 years liao le hor... Wow, you're older than me! O.o&lt;br /&gt;Haha, paiseh, you know, you can't blame me for not getting you a birthday prezzie yet because I still haven't quite figured out what's the best present I can get you yet. So keep waiting and pray that it'll be something nice! Maybe, I can ask Stephy to wish a Happy Birthday if I become really helpless and lost and desperate! :O xP&lt;br /&gt;Kayys, anyways, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; for being such a&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; GREAT&lt;/span&gt; bestie and my very &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; one in RGS! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOVE YA TTM!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! May you Enjoy this Special Day and spend it Meaningfully!(:&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/4343419750286028203-5721176898413862121?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/5721176898413862121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-nanapok-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5721176898413862121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5721176898413862121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-nanapok-d.html' title='Happy Birthday NANAPOK! :D'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-2289044867184823581</id><published>2010-02-11T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:58:34.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majulah Singapura. Class Decor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, today, assembly was in the hall. We had a talk on the safety rules of the school, like the fire routes and everything. It was new to the Sec 1s but a revision for us.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today, while we were singing the National Anthem, I realised that, as far as I can remember, Mr De Souza is actually the first and only(so far) teacher that sings Majulah Singapura out loud. Normally, the teachers and some students, only mouth the words at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Decor. I'm part of the Welfare Community which means I have a part in the class decoration. I was present at the first meeting session which was when we drew out the plans, together with the Environment Comm. The theme was Gingerbread House at first, but slowly evolved into Hansel&amp;amp;Gretel. Only a few of us were there, including XinJie and Jean. Obviously, nobody would stay back just for this. I had 2 hours of free time then, before French class. The next day, since I was present the day before, I accompanied Jean to gain approval of our plans from Mr DeSouza. Maybe it's because I'm seated right in front, nearest to him, hence being the most reachable Welfare member. Mr DeSouza has been directing his regards to the Class Decor's progress to me. STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Benita, how's the progress of the class decor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame him though, since Jean was the chair of the Environment Comm, naturally, he may have easily mistaken me as the chair of the Welfare Comm when I accompanied Jean the present our plans. Tomorrow's the deadline for Class Decor, what we've done so far may not be even worth mentioning. We've only finished pasting white paper on ONE out of the four pillars in our class, drawn a few gingerbread men and painted a piece of cardboard. However, I still feel that the fellow classmates who have contributed in all these should be credited. It has given us a sort of head-start, is what I can say. Kimberly, being in Hadley HouseComm and the PeerSupport Board, really cannot be blamed for her disability to stay and help. I really appreciate her help for buying the red crepe paper and willingness to bring home some cardboard to draw the gingerbread men. Being one of the few who are aware of the decoration plans, I may have to be the bossy one since the rest are all so busy. I'm afraid people would say that I'm trying to steal the XinJie's and Kim's places as Chair and DeputyChair :( I hope not. But anyway, in defense of my somewhat bossiness and being in charge of this whole event which is not supposed to be the case, Kim has given me the thumbs-up to take over her. Kim actually approached me to request that I take over her this time; I do not blame her &amp;amp; I'm glad to be of help. Yet, I still feel really bad.&lt;br /&gt;I love Kim for who she is (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray that a miracle would happen tomorrow. I wonder what would happen to me if we fail to complete it by tomorrow. However, no matter how much I/the class may seem to procrastinate in everything, we still manage to finish it before the deadline, it shouldn't be the case though. I have faith in what will happen tomorrow, still (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-2289044867184823581?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/2289044867184823581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/majulah-singapura-class-decor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2289044867184823581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2289044867184823581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/majulah-singapura-class-decor.html' title='Majulah Singapura. Class Decor'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-2550717965459728748</id><published>2010-02-10T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:04:15.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters of Contempt(CLE); Showing my Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In response to Ms Wani's comments on Monday, Maggy and Kim talked to me and we decided to put up a chart of our achievements and our class flags. I had been safekeeping the class flags from last year and it's time to bring them out now. RuiXin helped me in hanging the flags and Dinis and Lorraine kindly helped me to paint '204' on cardboard. They did an excellent job! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During CLE today,Mr DeSouza made us write a letter to him about ourselves and what we think about things going on around us in school. We could choose if we only wanted him to read or if he could share it with Ms Wani. I guess some people didn't write very kind stuff and marked their letters confidential, meaning that only Mr DeSouza could read them. I can't really remember what I wrote but I guess the most would be only one sentence with regards to what happened on Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel really paiseh towards Alasha and her family. Her parents send me home after French class every week now, since they've moved into the same region. I'm sincerely Thankful and Grateful but, I feel bad and it's not very nice to accept lifts from others all the time. I guess, this is just the way I was brought up... I mean, even if it was only once, I would feel extremely appreciative for always. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-2550717965459728748?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/2550717965459728748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/letters-of-contemptcle-showing-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2550717965459728748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2550717965459728748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/letters-of-contemptcle-showing-my.html' title='Letters of Contempt(CLE); Showing my Appreciation'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-2936251253517163304</id><published>2010-02-09T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:39:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batch 9 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The juniors started CCA today! They're all so skinny and pretty~ There's one, her name's Melissa, with her hair braided into 2 really long and pretty braids. I feel sad for her becauseshe would have to cut her hair since she joins Judo, just like Cheryl(from my Batch) The Sec1s have really pretty names as well. We played many icebreakers today, after Mr Tan made us do 500 uchikomi outside the dojo. Our feet turned black after that and we went to the toilet, propped our feet up onto the sinks and began washing them. The scene was really cute, a row of girls clad in their gi with one leg propped up onto the sink like ballerinas. Aha, the cleaner auntie came in and scolded us. We ran back to the dojo laughing. Since the first training of the Sec 1s was in the Blue Room at RI, they would probably think that training would be comfortable and relaxing with air-con; and after their first combined training in the RI Hall, they would think that only combined trainings on Fridays are dreadful. Our whole batch are quite certain they'll all tear up once they get a taste of what real training is like. Jiayous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sec1s this year are pretty lucky, all of the seniors were, in fact, over-friendly. One Sec1 could actually be surrounded by 3 seniors?! When we were Sec1s, we were presented with the stone faces of our seniors they couldn't even bother to say more than 'hi' or maybe even say 'hi'. We were presented with such a terrible feat. It was like a test to see if we were worth their acceptance and we all thought that they would be horrible dao seniors and we would hate them all. Haha, but, WE LOVE THEM more than ever now (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-2936251253517163304?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/2936251253517163304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/batch-9-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2936251253517163304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2936251253517163304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/batch-9-2010.html' title='Batch 9 2010!'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-3745292075857583288</id><published>2010-02-08T23:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T03:42:56.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic. Pathetic? Pathetic! Pathetic... [Let Aang do the talking]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, History was just after Bio class, I think. The teacher walked in, seeing the board filled with stuff and not cleaned, she walked out on the class and cried. ??!! What on Earth? That very single action... put the class off? She called the class pathetic. I'm too lazy to relate the whole event, but, yet, I still want to blog about it. I still feel kind of neutral towards her... so yea, look at what &lt;a href="http://theonewithoreos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;interesting potato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(AANG)&lt;/span&gt; has to&lt;br /&gt;say(: NO OFFENSE, oh, and I censored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Names will be altered. People mentioned are Miss Sea (Tyra Banks), Mr Peranakan (Garfield ties), Miss Skinny (haste thee, oh haste thee!), and Miss Hot Pink Shirt (faith's best friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to rant here because actually you just need to go to Maggy's blog to see my thoughts on this, but I think part of the reason behind this so-called 'miscommunication' between 204 and Miss Sea is because she underestimates our maturity level, and also, she has no clue how teenage minds work (most teenage minds anyway).&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she treats us like toddlers to be coddled.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't understand that we're not as sickeningly naive as she appears to be as to actually believe in that 'learning-as-persons' inspirational crap.&lt;br /&gt;To digress, I don't know if she's that mind-curdling gullible, or she's just trying to put up a front because she can't deal with the harsh reality of this world.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's quite pitiable.&lt;br /&gt;And as a teacher, her first priority should be the student's learning. Yes, I know we may have made it hard for her to teach sometimes (what with Belle's indiscreet comments and our constant yammering), but no teacher - no respectable - teacher walks out on her class.&lt;br /&gt;Even Sarabong has more dignity than to meekly slither out of class like a puppy with her tail between her disturbingly stumpy legs.&lt;br /&gt;If you're not happy with us/our attitude, say so.&lt;br /&gt;Firmly.&lt;br /&gt;This is our class: if we like you, we adore you. If we don't like you, we bitchslap you.&lt;br /&gt;And actually it's not that we can only be 'tamed' by harsh, strident teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Look at Miss Loh and Mrs Teo from last year.&lt;br /&gt;They were both quite calm and nice, and they never had to shout/scold us overly much, yet till now most of us respect them and hold a certain liking for them.&lt;br /&gt;Again: Look at Sarabong. He doesn't actually yell at us, but his attitude just puts us off.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, you're very much like the Turban.&lt;br /&gt;Holier-than-thou attitude (from Maggy), it's-for-your-own-good attitude, we-must-develop-as-people attitude, check.&lt;br /&gt;You're like the female version of him with less facial hair and (hopefully) less hair down below.&lt;br /&gt;This year, look at Mr Peranakan and Miss Skinny - they can control us, though Mr Peranakan somtimes seems irked by us.&lt;br /&gt;That is because they are always composed and calm, but firm at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;They don't blow up, throw tantrums, have emotional breakdowns, spurt tears, vent their anger on us - basically, they have control over themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Example: we're making noise.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Peranakan: Oi, shhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sea: *wordlessly, with a righteously grieved air, crawls out*&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;Miss Skinny:*invalid - we wouldn't even dare make noise in her class*&lt;br /&gt;Miss Hot Pink Shirt: GIRLS, I JUST THINK IT'S NOT FAIR YOU'RE HOLDING THE CLASS HOSTAGE AND SERIOSULY GIRLS ARE WE GOOD OR NOT?!&lt;br /&gt;See the resemblance?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what I'm really disgruntled about is the fact that you seem more concerned with developing life skills during a history lesson, than teaching history itself.&lt;br /&gt;By history, I mean Singapore's, not yours.&lt;br /&gt;The both of you might have some resemblance in age, but that is by far it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, life skills are important (or are they?), but so is our 4.0 for our gpa. Actually, I couldn't care less about my gpa, but I need to good one to get into rjc, and then to a good university overseas so I can leave the drudgery of this place.&lt;br /&gt;So please, leave the girl-on-girl bonding for CLE lessons or any faux-inspirational talks you might have in front of a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;TEACH HISTORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that I liked Aang's odd way of expressing herself and her odd usage of vocab, making her sound somewhat intellectual despite her content. But then again, she IS intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLS AANG~ hearts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-3745292075857583288?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/3745292075857583288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/pathetic-pathetic-pathetic-pathetic-let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3745292075857583288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3745292075857583288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/pathetic-pathetic-pathetic-pathetic-let.html' title='Pathetic. Pathetic? Pathetic! Pathetic... [Let Aang do the talking]'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-3941199403851502493</id><published>2010-02-08T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:51:38.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you a lot, though I know that you think I'm lame. Anyways, thanks for being the cute potato that is always so intellectual and the person with all the "sacred knowledge" [if you know what I mean (:]. Thanks, for sharing my interest in Lee JunKi and books, though I can't really find the time to truly pick it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'll give you a shirt with WADDY on it, though it'll be late. Please don't mind(: Oh, and I'll lend you The Tenth Circle once my sister gets it back from her friend, who knows when that will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;YOU HAVE BEEN A WONDERFUL FRIEND, AANG(:&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/4343419750286028203-3941199403851502493?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/3941199403851502493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-aang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3941199403851502493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3941199403851502493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-aang.html' title='Happy Birthday Aang'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-6616111813795131722</id><published>2010-02-08T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:51:28.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED TO HIBERNATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had been exhausted, now I'm just tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in urgent need for hibernation. I feel like I need to crawl around instead.&lt;br /&gt;Time changes life, and things become so different.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been affected as well. By Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some sleep. Plus, I find myself constantly pigging out today, is there something wrong with me? I just keep eating. Every one hour or less I walk into the kitchen and eat something. I sit in a corner with a huge plate and finished two gigantic oranges. Mr DeSouza's going to hate me even more now, becauseI didn't hand in my baby picture by Friday. Ahh, but mann, it's difficult to find lose baby pictures that are not already stuck in photo albums, those that can't be taken out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is every sentence beginning with an 'I' ? ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;... ... I must sound incoherent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-6616111813795131722?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/6616111813795131722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-to-hibernate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6616111813795131722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6616111813795131722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-to-hibernate.html' title='I NEED TO HIBERNATE'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-5126463855936145742</id><published>2010-02-06T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:26:02.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIING'S HOUSE :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chewy and I met up with Shiing at Vivo today, at 10. The escalator scene was hilarious. I went down and Chewy happened to be coming up, then I went up, but Chewy had come down. It happened again with Shiing when we met up with her.. Ahh, what a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took 145 to Shiing's house, to do up our RS proposals. We managed to finish 2. It took us really long. The teachers are trying to kill us... D: We digressed quite a bit though, here and there. Shiing's mom was nice to us and bought us chicken rice for lunch (: The three of us stuffed ourselves with Ferrero, chips, dried cuttlefish and a bit of dried mangoes. Oh plus, Fuji Apple. That was before we finally finished one proposal and went to eat our chicken rice. We were hopping up and down, desperate to finish the proposal so that we could fill our stomachs with proper food. I don't think I really like PhotoBooth; Shiing's laptop was a white Mac. Photobooth is for people who like to camwhore. I felt kind of out of place just now when they kept taking pictures. it's because I don't know how to enjoy camwhoring and I just ept using the same pose. Even despite that, I still didn't think I looked good in all of the photos. No matter how many weird poses they took, I felt they looked good in all of the photos. Ah! Anyways... I'm really glad we managed to finish 2 proposals! (: We had to leave at 5 plus because Shiing had a family gathering to attend to later on and Chewy was meeting her mom at Orchard to go shopping. Me? I went straight home to my bed. I realised that I didn't need to go back to VivoCity, later on, while I was taking 131 back home, because I passed Shiing's house while I was on the bus. Haha, it's pretty cool to know how close Shiing's house is to mine. Maybe, we can go to each other's house to study and play; I hope I'll be able to do that at least once with Eeyore. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiing has lent me TheLovelyBones, and Chewy, CanYouKeepASecret? . I have seen the trailer for TheLovelyBones and I think maybe I would like to watch it once it is in the movies. I've read the first chapter already, and it's pretty disturbing; but, I'll be able to get over it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, plus I saw the NationalJudoTeam on Channel 8, around 9plus today! (: I saw familiar faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg, byees! Niteees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-5126463855936145742?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/5126463855936145742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/shiings-house-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5126463855936145742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5126463855936145742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/shiings-house-d.html' title='SHIING&apos;S HOUSE :D'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-4112574616666351884</id><published>2010-02-05T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:41:16.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YES! I know that I'm not allowed to randori, but even so, once the spark in me has exploded, there's no stopping now... I'll keep running and I'm full of energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, I pms-ed with Shyuan. We were just in bad moods D: Amanda and Belle had went out to buy  birthday presents for Aang. Oh, then we went to constipatetogether, but we still made in it in time for training :D There were lots of randoris toay, and I felt like I just had to continue playing over and over again, continuously. I didn't want to stop! Today, I had a randori frenzy. I sincerely apologise to all more seniors and batchmates who didn't get to play or as much as they had wished to, because I played too many times. I fought a few people like thrice in a bout. The bad thing was: I could hardly throw anyone. I either missed or time just ran out. That's really depressing. DDD: I guess it's because I haven't been sparring for too long, it seems like it'll take quite some time before my sparring returns to how it used to be when I was a lot better and improve. RAFFLES JUDO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shyuan was still pms-y after training, but I wasn't anymore! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheer up Shyuan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-4112574616666351884?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/4112574616666351884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes-i-know-that-im-not-allowed-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4112574616666351884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4112574616666351884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes-i-know-that-im-not-allowed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-5783641606435596679</id><published>2010-01-16T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:26:15.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday You Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEATRICE LEONG YOKE YI, YOU LITTLE GIRL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; and I'm so sorry I didn't get you any present for your birthday, but I gave you a bit of my chocolate just now right? So, hahahaha, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your stingy little sister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE BENITA :DDD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-5783641606435596679?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/5783641606435596679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-you-little-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5783641606435596679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5783641606435596679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-you-little-girl.html' title='Happy Birthday You Little Girl'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-4801432677109453108</id><published>2010-01-15T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:28:58.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA Trials (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today's a Friday. Haha the Sec 1s were very excited that there was going to be guys at the try-outs today 0.0&lt;br /&gt;We weren't allowed to help out for the trials today so we had to train. 3 sets of 10 of each of the 4 variations of Ippon Seoinage(Entry and Throws). I feel extremely apologetic to Belle today D: The way I trained was a bit off today. I've been sleeping really late and waking up at 4.45; I was half asleep when I was walking to Tiong and I almost missed the bus-stop, luckily a senior woke me up. Haha, so embarrassing. I slept during Chinese lesson as well, right under ChenShuai LaoShi's nose, fortunately she was telling some story about 孔子 while sitting on her desk, so she coudn't see that my eyes were closed. I had gastric this morning followed by cramps during lunch. My knee ligament felt rather tight today, but it didn't hurt as much as the other day so I didn't want to sit out. Haiz.. maybe I should have but Belle would have no partner to train with as well... SORRY BELLE &gt;O&lt;br /&gt;Shyuan injured her ankle during training today so while they were doing randori and learning the new throw we had to do sandbag training. The new throw looks really cool and I hope I'll be able to master it some time soon. Hopefully Mr Tan will revise he throw with us again next training if not, I'll ask the seniors or someone to teach me. Oh, but Dora DID teach me a little just now, after training :D&lt;br /&gt;Today, I walked to the MRT station with Heidi, Yi-Min and Sarah. I had a very nice senior-junior talk with Sarah:D Ok, I know it sounds a bit LOL, but never mindd~&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY SENIORS~~ HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;AND MISS Z~~YAYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sec3s[sound so weird, they'll always be my beloved SEC 2 seniors ♥]just returned from OBS today. Yayy~~ Oh, and I broke my record and I lost 1.3kg of water weight after training todayy... So happy~ Nights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-4801432677109453108?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/4801432677109453108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/01/cca-trials-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4801432677109453108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4801432677109453108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/01/cca-trials-2.html' title='CCA Trials (2)'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-2813110973744915318</id><published>2010-01-14T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:50:53.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA Trials (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yayy~~ Juniors! It's SO exciting to be a senior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I saw the Sec 1s on the bus, all of a sudden, I realized that I didn't need to think about what kind of senior I want to be anymore. I couldn't quite get used to the fact that I wasn't going to be the youngest in the school anymore now, and that the blue nametacks(Sec4'09) that we so respected was going to drop in status so drastically; at first. I didn't even like the very idea of having new additions to the Raffles family last year. Ironically, though, when they came, a natural instinct just clicked into place, and somehow, I didn't feel that way anymore, I just automatically accepted them. It was that easy. I thought about the kind of senior I wanted the juniors to think of me. Dao? Friendly? Emo? Enthusiastic? or What? Somehow, I just behaved the way I am in front of them. Such thoughts... They didn't occur to me then, only until the Sec 1s left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm finding myself...&lt;/em&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/4343419750286028203-2813110973744915318?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/2813110973744915318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/01/cca-trials-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2813110973744915318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2813110973744915318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/01/cca-trials-1.html' title='CCA Trials (1)'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-3893647295160066221</id><published>2010-01-13T22:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:50:46.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LATE---- FOR MR DE SOUZA'S CLASS &gt;O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think Mr De Souza totally hates me now D:&lt;br /&gt;He was on reservist for the past few weeks and he just returned today. Coincidentally, Biology's the first lesson and I woke up at 7 plus this morning. I reached school really late and only made it on time for the last 20 minutes of Biology class, which means the rounding-up. I managed to find them in the lab and Mr De Souza's really scary because he doesn't express whether he doesn't really mind and will not hold it against me or if he's really pissed. I don't know ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLE was fun though. Miss Wani and Mr De Souza treated the class to pizza! &lt;3 I ate a lot, I'm such a glutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I didn't sleep during French class todayy! But, Madame Teo said that she'll be transferred to the MOELanguage Centre at GhimMoh to do Admin work. D: Monsieur Gilbert will take over her. Alicia and I think that she's a really good teacher, I don't want her to gooo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-3893647295160066221?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/3893647295160066221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-for-mr-de-souzas-class-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3893647295160066221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3893647295160066221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-for-mr-de-souzas-class-o.html' title='LATE---- FOR MR DE SOUZA&apos;S CLASS &gt;O'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-868688173994387530</id><published>2010-01-09T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:50:32.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Training.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not many people turned up for training today, despite it being a Friday which means combined training with RI and, not to mention, RIJC 'guy-seniors'. OK, that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I think today's training is among the ones that I have enjoyed much. Training wasn't slack at all. In fact I perspired a lot more today, compared to yesterday. I lost 0.7kg of water weight which isn't much but is clearly an improvement compared to yesterday's. I'll be working harder to lose up to 2kg and more :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the Dojo a lot earlier than the other girls, except for Zhang Rui. That's because we left for RI on our own, and did not take the schoolbus. School's dismissed about 2 hours earlier on Fridays, and Mommy came to hand in some stuff so she took me out for lunch. She was very late though, and I got pissed. Lunch at MosBurger wasn't very lively. I get anxious too easily and I'm extremely afraid of being late. Ahah, that's so ironic, compared to when I was still in primary school, famous with the Disciplinary Mistress for being late almost every day. ^.^It's pretty unbelievable how I managed to get to RGS on time the whole year round; I'm resolute to be more legal now that I'm already in another school.~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alala...Mr Tan made us do sprints and the last had to do push-ups. My knee did hurt, but it wasn't very bad. The other girls managed to escape that. We did the rubber tube too, oh, and, we were a too slow at one part and had to do the Gather-Spreadout-Pushup thing; hate it. Apart from that, the rest of training was good. I can't take part in randori yet so I did sandbag training again today. Mr Sandbag seems to like me better today, it wasn't as tough as yesterday :DD Mr Tan made our batch do sandbag training today. I think it's their first one, I'm not too sure. I guess it's because Heidi kept suggesting to Mr Tan that we, the girls, had to do more sandbag training; but we still had to do it one day anyway. Jiayou Girls! (: My palms smelt fishy, and I think it's because of Mr Sandbag. SMELLY~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home with Amanda and Shyuan today, after grabbing some bubble tea with the seniors. We goofed all the way on the train, acting silly and stupid. Haha, so awesome. The train was really crowded and one guy on the train had headphones on with music blasting so loudly, we could hear it. He kept nodding his head as well. We decided to be mean and fantasized plucking them off or knocking into him by accident. I think Shyuan tried to kick my Gi bag but ended up kicking his leg in the end. Aha, he was clearly quite annoyed. He alighted after that. Later, a baby got harrassed by us instead. Anyways, today was loads of FUN. (: Especially since I don't really gay around much with my friends, yea, I LOVE BATCH 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byees. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-868688173994387530?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/868688173994387530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/01/awesome-training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/868688173994387530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/868688173994387530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/01/awesome-training.html' title='Awesome Training.'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-105684014929138229</id><published>2010-01-01T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:48:01.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever fever... 2010! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, what a way to start 2010. My slight fever has become pretty serious. 38.8 degrees now. But, I'm feeling better now that I'm blogging. I can't believe 2009 is already over. I'll have lots of juniors... and I'm still not very sure what kind of senior I would like to present myself as. I guess, I'll just have to wait and see what kind of people they are. ^.^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-105684014929138229?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/105684014929138229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/01/fever-fever-2010-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/105684014929138229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/105684014929138229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/01/fever-fever-2010-d.html' title='Fever fever... 2010! :D'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-6936927194045901037</id><published>2009-12-31T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:16:04.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending 2009 with a FEVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey loves! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, time really flies, doesn't it? Firstly, I would like to wish everyone a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;. :D Thanks to all who have made &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; year. I'm really looking forward to creating crazier memories in 2010! :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Umm, yea, Judo Training Camp just ended yesterday and my body is aching all over. T.T Mommy and Beatrice went to Popular and I was supposed to meet them at my Grandma's house for dinner together with my elder sis. Unfortunately, I caught a slight fever and we didn't go in the end. We cooked porridge for ourselves instead. Mommy DID bring back some food though. OK, I guess that's all for now. ^.^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a way to end 2009 =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, I wish all a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A time to REMEMBER 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Technically, I have lost 2 people, but to me, 3 have left me.[youneedn'tknowwhy]. My paternal grandfather went on his way on the 31st of March and I spent my birthday at his wake. My maternal great-grandmother went back to the Lord in late September this year. She was over a hundred years old, a very strong lady... I trust that they would be in the Good Hands of the Lord in Heaven (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-6936927194045901037?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/6936927194045901037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/01/ending-2009-with-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6936927194045901037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6936927194045901037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2010/01/ending-2009-with-fever.html' title='Ending 2009 with a FEVER'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-8542250588278273160</id><published>2009-12-28T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:06:39.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back, with a heart full of anxiety &amp; EXCITEMENT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was my first training after 4 5 months away from Judo due to my injury. The therapist and the doctor which had attended to me during the time I had missed so much of Judo wanted me to go back and see how much I could take. My knee isn't fully recovered yet, and it is unclear of how much longer it would take. That would only be uncovered after I go for the CT Scan. However, I hope that the pain would just go away forever and I wouldn't need to go for the scan. It would burn a hole in our pockets D: I'm not allowed to do strenuous exercises and randori though. My injury worsening is the last thing we would wish for. I'm positive about training and am looking forward to the time ahead (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's also the first day of training camp, the girls aren't allowed to stay overnight in RI by Mrs Chia. She said it wasn't official. However, the RJ seniors and RI boys have to. Most of the judokas would be staying for night training which ends sometime after 9. I wouldn't be because firstly, I can't randori; secondly, I'm going home by train. I doubt any of the girls would be, they all have parents who can fetch them. Jiayous for training(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, plus, we had to go back to RGS after morning training because we had to prepare for CCAO which is tomorrow. We didn't really have much to do and we went to school separately, with Batch 8 reaching there first. We bought subway for lunch and ate as a batch. We screamed our heads off too, when we saw Humaira approaching while we were eating. We were so happy..We actually told her to stay at home, because she had been in America until the 26th, when she took a plane back in the morning. It's a 30-hours flight as it's not direct and there's a 13 hour time difference to be added. Therefore, she would have touched down in Singapore yesterday night, when it's really late. As a result, she would be suffering from a very bad jetlag. She's always like that though, always pushing herself too hard... But then again, it's great seeing her back! :D I went straight home after CCAO prep of course, I couldn't go back to RI with the rest for night training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights, I love you guys (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-8542250588278273160?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/8542250588278273160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-my-first-training-after-4-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/8542250588278273160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/8542250588278273160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-my-first-training-after-4-5.html' title='Back, with a heart full of anxiety &amp; EXCITEMENT!'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-1529998990893335884</id><published>2009-11-13T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:27:06.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heh! It's the last day of school now.&lt;br /&gt;As I have said, I wasn't able to make it for today's Arts Festival. Because of the rain, I was late about an hour for my therapy appointment at KKH. Today, I found out that KKH has a really cool gym and the doctor made me lift weights there. I can take off my knee-guard now but I'll still have to go back for a couple or more sessions. I managed to rush back to school to give my MC to the school but the GO asked me to pass it to Mr Singh whom I couldn't find. Yea, so, never mind. Sales had already ended then, and our class won an award for collecting the most money, which was very unexpected. I thought we would get like maybe, $50, or even only $20, however, we collected $270+. Yayy~ We tried to pon a little of the programme in the hall by helping to clear the stall a little here and there while eating spray cheese and such. Chewy wanted Courtney and I to sell a chain to the IT guy but he was talking to 2 other staffs and was ordering lunch at one of the canteen stalls. We thought it wasn't very nice and wanted to wait till he finished but he disappeared after that.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us stayed back after that, in a very drunk mood, waiting for the rain to stop before we went home. Courtney kept playing Tap Tap Revenge 2 with Shiing's ipod. Chewy and I were talking nonsense and writing lame stuff on the board, 'mastering' the arts of Levitation, Evolution, Meditation and, some more stuff... We played Blind Mouse/Fish[Chewy's version] with Denise and Jall after that. I caught Faith but too bad she and ShiHui weren't playing. Denise went home after two rounds. We started to practise our arts of all the -tions on Jall who was sitting on top of the locker tiam-ing. She won and didn't budge. We wanted to act emo after that but somehow it turned into 104's Next Top Model. Then I ended up wearing a Man U cap, sunglasses, yellow Carebear under one arm, sitting on a broom, Jall sitting at the back, Chewy waving the feather duster, making weird ambulance noises and we went around J Block. Too bad, not many people stayed back today. Jall went to play Bubble Trouble on the class computer, didn't make it to Level 13 and decided to kill herself. She was lying at the door and Chewy and I became pathelogists and did weird stuff to her, then a teacher walked past. LOL! Suddenly, Shiing and YuHua burst into the classroom with loot from their seniors classes. Anqi's file, some stuff, books, etc. and a pair of plastic heart-shaped, lined glasses. Shiing and I played with the glasses for a while. Chewy laughed at us. Where was Jall? I don't know. I think YuHua went to play Bubble Trouble. Then I think Shiing disappeared too. Courtney, Chewy and I decided to go home then, but Court complained that it was still raining, though it wasn't as heavy as before. I think Court continued to play TapTap but Chewy and I went home, but we ate a lot of stuff at Tang's Market --- Chicken Balls, Teriyaki Chicken, Handrolls.. At least, we haven't eaten anything before that. Oh and I managed to make it home with a huge bag filled with locker garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-1529998990893335884?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/1529998990893335884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/1529998990893335884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/1529998990893335884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last Day of School'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-6552987724562382934</id><published>2009-11-12T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:27:16.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Rafflesians Take Stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whoo! It's the first day of RGS Arts Festival 2009. Is it the school's first Arts Festival? I'm not very sure. Finally, the day that we, the Sec 1s, have been practising hard for. Mass Dance was kind of embarrassing, especially since the whole school was there, watching us. The cheerleading was nice and I think that the new captain for Waddle is "KYYAA" ^.^ Haha. Mrs Carmee Lim, the ex-principal of RGS was there too. Balloons of the five colours of the houses were released to the crowd this morning after the activity. I got a PURPLE one :D Then it was a concert held in the hall by some of the teachers and staff who had formed up a band :D A very good atmosphere was also created by switching off some of the lights. Everyone was excited and very much entertained by the whole event, and Chewy, LeYin and I decided to released our balloons into the crowd at the end. Oh ya, the Sec 1s were watching from the second level. I came up with an idea and we ended up writing messages on the balloons and adressed them to a particular senior that we really liked and threw them down at the climax of the performance. As we did not have a marker, JiaLin and I had to 'run' back to class to get it, she managed to find some stray balloons and joined us. I think YuHua also did one but she did not address it to anyone. I don't think Jiya got mine though D: I lost sight of my balloon. However, LeYin's balloon was picked up by someone and was passed to the 'rightful owner'. Chewy's flew onto the stage but was kicked to the edge by one of the staff and the receiver's friend happened to be there and got it. Chewy's was passed on to the right person too. JiaLin's disappeared as well and her senior didn't get it(we went to ask). Haiz, Chewy and LeYin are really lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was walking around the school and looking at stalls put up by other classes. I only bought the cotton candy. Lastly, there was some talk on music and the arts. It'll be 104's turn to sell our 'artsy' products tomorrow. I won't be there in the morning because of a doctor's appointment to undergo therapy for my knee. I hope I'll be able to make it to school after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy but nostalgic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-6552987724562382934?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/6552987724562382934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-rafflesians-take-stage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6552987724562382934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6552987724562382934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-rafflesians-take-stage.html' title='All Rafflesians Take Stage'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-3092464442366997426</id><published>2009-11-06T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:27:30.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears for my Sec 4s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning was the Farewell and Graduation Ceremony for the Secondary 4s 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't do much for them neither have I openly expressed and shown the deep admiration and respect I have had for them throughout the year; so I thought that the most I can do for them now is to dedicate a post to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I do not know many Sec 4s and may not be very close to them but as a Sec 1, I guess there's some form of fondness and attachment, and they are really dear. Haha, I think I sound like someone from NCC or the UGs, maybe I got influenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During today's event, a lot of people got booked for not bringing their ties, as many only found out about it this morning. Fortunately, I had left mine in the locker. I was beside LeYin the whole time and though the event may be quite meaningless to most of the Sec 1s, I fought to contain myself. [I'm seriously too emotional D:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the Sec 4s wore green and white ribbons in their hair and the official handovers for the Houses, CCAs, Clubs and Societies, and Prefectorial Board, Peer Support Board, etc. was held today as well. Dora and Nurul exchanged belts :D The Sec 4 classes also each prepared presents for their teachers to be presented on stage. Most of them were wacky stuff for the them to wear around school. I liked the one where the male teachers had to wear the fairy wings. Haha, pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 2nd floor of Block D[actually 3rd, but in RGS, the groundfloor isn't counted], I could see everyone and everything in the amphitheatre, especially since I was right in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOORAY FOR HADLEY. HADLEY&lt;/span&gt; did really well for IHG.&lt;/span&gt; Congratulations to Waddle too, for getting overall champion. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Although, we may seem rather dead and reluctant, like we couldn't care less during House Practice and stuff, but we really cheered our hearts out when we realized that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hadley&lt;/span&gt; had won some championship in certain events when we never even thought it would get third. It was somewhat a very heartening surprise. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hadliansatheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could spot some of the more prominent Sec 4s in my RGS life. Renee, Yi-Min, Dora, Jiya, Jaslyn(s), Anthea, Jessica, AnQi, and Leyin also pointed out some Landers. It's regretful that I didn't get to see my other seniors but we'll still see each other during CCA next year, so it's really a relief. I really want to ban the Graduation Song. It was really difficult for me to hold tears back this morning when the school was playing and singing to it. One of the toughest things to accomplish in my life. A group of us shouted "We'll always love you Sec 4s" and though Leyin said that they didn't hear, I saw a handful turn back to look up at us. It suddenly felt like the beginning of the year when we often did that. Memories of the 1st Term, when we were very enthusiastic flashed back when the House Captains and some of the PB and PSB ex-co sang the rap during Jessica's talk. I realized that the oh-so-cool seniors were very much like us in the past. I don't know what got into us that we totally transformed. [104 was the most enthusiastic class at the start of the year, now, we're one of the most dead ones] I could almost make away with minimum tears but AISH JiaLin came to ask if we were crying. I lost it then. I wanted to slap myself. I thought it was super embarrassing after that, but realized I wasn't alone. Thinking back now, I guess the tears weren't only for Jiya. Thanks LeYin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll really miss my Sec 4s. We're going to be Sec 2s soon. We'll no longer be the youngest and the cute innocent ones in the school. We won't be excused for silly mistakes anymore. More expectations will be weighed down on us. We'll be smiling down at the little juniors that will be teasing us like we always did to our seniors. We can't fool around any longer. It's sad that time flies past so quickly and the image of my first step into RGS as a Rafflesian is still vivid. The day that we walked in with our parents and sat in the school hall, still in our primary school uniforms, trying hard to stay awake from the talks. The first time we saw the school Principal, Mrs Julie Hoo, when I decided that I'll like her. I still remember the hustle and bustle in the foyer when everyone crowded to find out what our classes were. The first morning of school when I had to follow a prefect around to find myself around school, when I only looked out for Vanita, the only recognisable face. When the PSLs played ice-breakers, ane everyone's faces was like a blurry spot. Thinking back, it's wierd how we know that we could see each and everyone's faces clearly but yet seemed fuzzy. Orientation Camp. The time when I was closer to Clarie and it was her, YuHua and I, that encountered the fake squash toilet. I was still wondering if there was really a Sarah in my class. I thought I would never know anyone with that name. CCA Trials. Lessons and Holidays. SLI. SSAs. PTs and Exams. House Practices. New Seats, closer friendships. Evolving Handwritings. First-Aid Course. Charlie Gordon. New Science Module. New Dojo. H1N1. ICCS. EOYs. IHGs. Mass Dance. And now we're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it seemed like an entire boring talk, I'll end off with this, like they always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FILIAE&lt;/span&gt; MELIORIS &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AEVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Goodbyes are always painful, or are they?&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/4343419750286028203-3092464442366997426?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/3092464442366997426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/11/tears-for-my-sec-4s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3092464442366997426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3092464442366997426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/11/tears-for-my-sec-4s.html' title='Tears for my Sec 4s'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-8418077107520902062</id><published>2009-11-06T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:27:43.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Backk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi Guys. I've missed you people. (:&lt;br /&gt;So sorry, for not posting for such a long time, largely due to my tight schedule and the exams.&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened over these long months that do not seem that long now that we've survived them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! :D Haha, I did relatively well as an overall. Congratulations to myself.&lt;br /&gt;*clap clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this would be better:&lt;br /&gt;*Standing Ovation and Cheering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm pretty hyper now, having slept for about 5 long hours and just finishing a dinner of papaya, orange and potato chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after the Sec 4 Farewell and Graduation Ceremony, all the classes had an End-of-Year Class Party :D YAY YAY YAY I brought Hershey's Marshmallows as usual :D Oh and we ordered pizzas and chicken wings and MayNing's mom brought doughnuts from The Donut Factory :D Jia Lin and I kept competing with food today! Who can finish it first? Haha! We actually wanted to compete with pizza but decided not to so we had 2 rounds of chicken wings. I won the first, but JiaLin won the second. Haha, JiaLin kept asking for more rounds. We competed in squats while waiting for MayNing's mom at the foyer :D I won again! Then we competed once with chocolate donuts and we video-ed it down. JiaLin's really cute, like a kindergarten kid, her whole mouth was chocolate, till her chin. I went away after that and when I returned, JiaLin and Clarie competed with another round of donuts. Then the three of us had 2 rounds of marshmallow. Finally, JiaLin competed with water [600ml], she won for this. Today was really fun. I guess it's one of the more successful parties the class had so far. There was music as well. The tables were pushed to the side and the space in the center then became a 'soccer field' for 6/7 people, kicking an empty bottle around. Some ran off to the Shaw Lab and some played with iPods. A lot of illegal things were happening at the same time. Everyone were scrambling when Mr Singh and Ms Raaha came in with the report books. After school, some of us stayed back because it was raining again :D LeYin and I went home together after that but we went back to class to get our bags taking a bag of chocolate cookies that was left behind as well. We were eating along the track and only remembered that it was illegal and we were right out in the open when we boarded the bus 15 minutes later. LOL! Haha, anyways, today was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll be backdating my posts to update myself even though I know that most people wouldn't bother reading old stuff. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-8418077107520902062?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/8418077107520902062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/11/really-backk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/8418077107520902062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/8418077107520902062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/11/really-backk.html' title='Really Backk'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-4489257911494585233</id><published>2009-07-25T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:27:54.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heyhey, just to inform you, I'm back in school. (:&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was already back on Thursday, but I couldn't exactly access Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who may find my previous 'Stand By Me' song too idealistic, you may find this one more entertaining and hilarious. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7P5jWu9JLo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7P5jWu9JLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From TheLionKing by Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, haha, I think I should wait for a while till I post the next interesting video since there are so many already.... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of DISNEY too! [that was random=.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna Matata ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-4489257911494585233?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/4489257911494585233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4489257911494585233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4489257911494585233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-2755294957639946070</id><published>2009-07-20T12:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:28:24.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Sick Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Coughs coughs coughs**Clears Throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse my croaky voice...&lt;br /&gt;Morning people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to announce that I'm officially unwell and is unable to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;I caught a pretty serious running nose after swimming lessons yesterday. When I went home after that, I was very tired and sleepy but didn't get the chance to rest.&lt;br /&gt;I was late for tuition after that, at 2. I went to meet my Mom at Tiong Bahru after tuition and I knew I was falling sick because I looked very pale. Oh, but I bumped into ChengNgee again. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-2755294957639946070?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/2755294957639946070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-sick-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2755294957639946070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2755294957639946070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick Sick Sick'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-3133171555403572649</id><published>2009-07-19T08:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:20:22.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release</title><content type='html'>I'm going to release my blog now! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;In Facebook and MSN. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-3133171555403572649?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/3133171555403572649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/release.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3133171555403572649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3133171555403572649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/release.html' title='Release'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-4701927552488051486</id><published>2009-07-18T16:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:33:14.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Good, DONT MISS IT before it's taken off !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Greetings my fellow Earthlings! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that my video of Michael Jackson got removed due to a copyright claim. So irritating. Therefore, I went to find another video to replace that one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think he's really good-looking, CLASSIC... The One and Only....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CbTPMoM9-zs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CbTPMoM9-zs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the responses of Michael Jackson's fan is really heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2nTSbHfJvk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2nTSbHfJvk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tribute song to the King of Pop, by Mariah Carey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt; &lt;object width="435" height="270"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D67207501%26t%3D1247930890&amp;amp;wid=os"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.indimusic.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=67207501&amp;t=1247930890&amp;amp;wid=os" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.profileplaylist.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/create_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Get a playlist!"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mysocialgroup.com/standalone/67207501" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/launch_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Standalone player"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mysocialgroup.com/download/67207501"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/get_black.jpg" border="0" alt="Get Ringtones"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-4701927552488051486?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/4701927552488051486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/video-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4701927552488051486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4701927552488051486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/video-updates.html' title='Really Good, DONT MISS IT before it&apos;s taken off !!!'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-3837317699145205148</id><published>2009-07-18T15:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:11:50.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Megan introduced this youtuber during ICT lesson; and his name is nigahiga, or Ryan Higa. Mann, his videos are SOOOO entertaining, I can't help re-watching them! Now, I've decided to share some of his posts with you! :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I know you may think I'm extremely lame[too bad then].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 401px; HEIGHT: 343px" height="343" width="401"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5fDBl1wT2Lk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5fDBl1wT2Lk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the video that Sarah and Megan showed me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIhshI34RSc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIhshI34RSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee! Check this out, I LOVE this one. I think nigahiga's amazingly ingenius. haha.&lt;br /&gt;This is specially dedicated to Rihanna's and ChrisBrown's fans, like myself (;!&lt;br /&gt;*For those who do not know what's so funny about this one, the stuff that are said by nigahiga are actually lyrics from Rihanna's and Chris Brown songs :&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna : Take a bow, Unfaithful, Umbrella, Shut up and drive, and maybe some others&lt;br /&gt;Chris : With you, Kiss kiss, and maybe some others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDc5Mjk3NTY2OTgmcHQ9MTI*NzkyOTc3NTAyMCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWM*NTcwYTQwYjYxMTRiYzFiODQ1YjczYjRhMTEzMzNi.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf" height="311" width="410" style="width:410px;height:311px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mixpod.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=25547232&amp;path=2009/07/18&amp;mycolor=7f14c7&amp;mycolor2=0D0C0C&amp;mycolor3=d9fff3&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=6&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=410&amp;oh=311"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/25547232"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/btn-get-tracks.gif" alt="Music" title="Get Music Tracks!" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/btn-create.gif" alt="Playlist" title="Create Your Free Playlist!" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/ringtones/25547232"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/btn-get-ringtones.gif" alt="Ringtones" title="Get Ringtones From This Playlist!" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create a &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdLCEwEFCMU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdLCEwEFCMU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;haha, this is dedicated to all fellow Judo-kas! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame stuff but Real Fun ((: Hope you like these! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yesterday, after my Daddy came home, i learnt that AhChiew Yiyi, Uncle George, Sinya and Nikki had checked into Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Jakarta on Thursday. They are on vacation in Jakarta and are scheduled to be back on Monday.It's a very posh place, according to them. Unfortunately, the hotel was a target of the recent bombing yesterday morning. Thank God nothing happened to them. The latest update is of them in another hotel enjoying themselves, swimming. God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-3837317699145205148?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/3837317699145205148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/addicted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3837317699145205148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3837317699145205148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-3447889962983309352</id><published>2009-07-17T17:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:41:59.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey my lovely readers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I came home from school to an empty house. Pretty weird, right?O.o I didn't call my Mom though. Wanna know why? She doesn't have a phone (: Okayy.. uhh, hmm. I stayed back again in school, to finish my D&amp;amp;T poster and upload it onto INET. It failed though, I couldn't upload it. I'll try again on Monday, if I have the chance. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Shiingg and I stayed back to help escort Chewy to the MRT station again, for her tuition. Oh, and because she had to leave only at 4, Shiingg and Chewy used the extra time to create Chewy's new blog [while I was nearing the brink of bashing the computer for not being able to upload my so-very-nice poster] Oh, and Courtney came to the Shaw Lab to say HI at one time. Hmm, then at 3.30, before we took Chewy to the MRT station, we had our lunch at KFC [actually, it was just Snackers and some CheeseFries]. Shiingg didn't accompany me to TiongBahru this time though, she continued her journey to Red Hill instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You can check Shiingg's and Chewy's blogs out through the links under the 'Links' area. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-3447889962983309352?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/3447889962983309352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/empty-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3447889962983309352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3447889962983309352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/empty-house.html' title='Empty House'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-553082080531754681</id><published>2009-07-15T23:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:11:31.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Reflect Back; Happy Birthday my Lucky Sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO SO SO SORRY for not posting for about more than a week. T.T I've been really busy these days and will be till the end of the month, thanks to PTs. Haiz, guess what : I just handed in my History PT today and I received three more PTs in return. There's Chemistry, Geography and Literature[a second one]. Here's another catch : The deadlines are almost the same. God... Please help me T.T My History PT was on the Maya Civilization, by the way. I wanted to do the Greek one at first, because of my cousins [Hees], however, when I went to wikipedia.org, there were far too many warfares and complications; I figured that it'll be quite a bit of unnecessary work to clear all that up when I'm supposed to produce a CLEAR and DESCRIPTIVE tour pamphlet[with a limit of only 10 pages, including itinerary]. The Mayans were relatively peaceful and not that many people thought of it; the popular ones were Egyptian, Greek, and probably Roman and the cheena ones in China. Goodness, whatever, I've already passed it up. Bloop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprisingly energetic and alert today during French class, I think it's because the chapter was on food!! HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohoh, and Maggy, ShuHui and I were 'dressing up' our 3 uber-uber-cute 'models' that sit in front of us in class today. Sarah actually got the wings first then Aang 'snatched' it from her, so Maggy decided to make another pair for Sarah. Megan got a tail instead because we had already used up all of the masking tape. Teehee. Check the pictures out, they look SOOOOO CUTE! AHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIPf0V61dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2Mzs-ziQi18/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359863545825252818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIPf0V61dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2Mzs-ziQi18/s400/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah, Aang and Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIPftGyxgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oP8ucz0TQM8/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359863543882761730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIPftGyxgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oP8ucz0TQM8/s400/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah complained that she couldn't scratch her back, so we took it off and stuck it onto the class's notice board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIPfWSLTbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lmuGl0aGuBw/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359863537756491186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIPfWSLTbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lmuGl0aGuBw/s400/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIPgD9k8gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iwzq9gZm8sw/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359863550018122242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIPgD9k8gI/AAAAAAAAAFU/iwzq9gZm8sw/s400/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Megan's butt. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooooooooos. *clears throat* Let's reflect on how I have survived the seconds, minutes, hours and days from July 7, 2009 till now. Check it out :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, July 8, 2009 was a Wednesday. I can't remember if anything happened on that day, in fact, I don't remember when some of the events took place[as in which day and such, for some...] I remember that I was VERY tired during French lesson that day. Well, as of the weekdays of that week, I can't remember much. I just know that I stayed back on Friday, together with Shiingg, YuHua, ZhiWei, Jallene and LeYin. I stayed back because ZhiWei had just changed her tuition to that day and she doesn't know how to take MRT so I had to sort of bring her there. (: Oh, and luckily Jall was going towards that direction as well, so I guess it was a lot easier. Jall had some sort of RGPS concerto, if I'm not wrong. We took some pictures as well, before we left. Jean was there as well.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home on Saturday, to start on my History PT. Hees --- Mommy didn't cook that night and my big sis bought Double Cheeseburgers with fries and coke for dinner. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 July 2009, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only one day from my elder sis's birthday --- 13th July 2009!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wooh! She's seventeen this year. :DDD Time passes too quickly, I am NOT looking forward to growing up. Haizz&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't possibly celebrate her birthday the next day which was a Monday. We went to AhMa's house to celebrate her birthday, apparently organized by the loving aunties and cousins and Grandma[maybe uncles?], as usual. Mommy and Daddy couldn't be bothered with anything of this kind. Cheh/Jie/Zhe/Che[? haha i don't know how to spell] got a Blackforest cake. I think a little alcohol was added to it. Oh, and we had a Lovely dinner, with spaghetti, lots and lots and lots of CHEESE toppings from Italy, sauces, purple cherries, strawberries and a lot of others nice foods. I think a word to describe me may be : glutton. :D We taught Nikki how to play SlapJack and DingHan and YeFeng displayed their 'breakdancing skills'. Haha, they looked REALLY REALLY CUTE!!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 July 2009, Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALVINA ZHE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's GREEN! Haiz, so paiseh, I don't know what her current favourite colour is, I just know that it was green once... ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, today, after school I went to Tiong Bahru Plaza[I have to go through there almost everyday after school if 190 came earlier] to check out the paper material that I could use for my History PT. I bumped into Maddy[from 101] there, and she was with a friend. ((: I like her, that wild girl ^.^ I went back there after that in the evening to buy the paper, with my mommy. We wanted to buy assorted breads as well, however, by the time we got there, the nicer and more popular ones were sold out, so, we decided to buy a cake instead. Haha, I was having a really weird appetite, that day. We went up and down and up again, looking at cakes. We wanted one that was really rich in CHEESE, however, only Coffee Bean had that kind of Cheese cakes and they had cut them all up already. In the end, we bought one that had a lot of chocolate in it from BreadTalk instead. It wasn't that bad, you know, there was a lot of chocolate. We bought it as Zhe's 2nd birthday cake. ^.^ Oh, and I met Mr. Raphael Yeong too, at Tiong Bahru. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th July 2009, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TeeHee, I stayed back with Shiing and YuHua again. :DDD Then Shiing and I went to Tiong Bahru to walk, because she had to look for some stuff. Haha, she add lots of yoghurt then : One's from that yoghurt store at the basement and the second one's a yoghurt drink. Ohh, and WHEE --- we bumped into BRENDA&lt;333&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/4343419750286028203-553082080531754681?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/553082080531754681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-reflect-back-happy-birthday-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/553082080531754681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/553082080531754681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-reflect-back-happy-birthday-my.html' title='Let&apos;s Reflect Back; Happy Birthday my Lucky Sis'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIPf0V61dI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2Mzs-ziQi18/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-7996356526619946108</id><published>2009-07-07T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:47:01.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom sure CAN cook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, Hey Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read my previous post, you'd know why I'm feeling a LITTLE 'nasty' here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you can see here are pictures of our lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Mom's Idea of a Western Meal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIp4rHK8kI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VKdzfQakmJI/s1600-h/SL273001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355388960519156290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIp4rHK8kI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VKdzfQakmJI/s400/SL273001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIp4PfJwVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/V7QmPUZ1ie4/s1600-h/SL273000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355388953103548754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIp4PfJwVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/V7QmPUZ1ie4/s400/SL273000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teriyaki Sauce and Wasabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIpgXnkI3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/7qh3-CeVWGw/s1600-h/SL272998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355388542969455474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIpgXnkI3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/7qh3-CeVWGw/s400/SL272998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomato Ketchup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIpf4hgnMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/b0P1QXSuG98/s1600-h/SL272995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355388534622559426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIpf4hgnMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/b0P1QXSuG98/s400/SL272995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Supposedly Fish Fillet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIpfmBsvWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BbZ9mI_y0kE/s1600-h/SL272994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355388529657298274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIpfmBsvWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BbZ9mI_y0kE/s400/SL272994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carrots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIpfHwYxyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Fq5GngvWJKU/s1600-h/SL272993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355388521531623202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIpfHwYxyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Fq5GngvWJKU/s400/SL272993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomato and Bell Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIpe-dSFuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_HFBeQ9YTMg/s1600-h/SL272992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355388519035573986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIpe-dSFuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_HFBeQ9YTMg/s400/SL272992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fried Egg with Long Beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.I'm able to put up the photos for this post is because I used the camera instead, today. For the other photos mentioned in the previous posts, I used my hand phone. (: &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/4343419750286028203-7996356526619946108?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/7996356526619946108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mom-sure-can-cook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7996356526619946108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7996356526619946108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mom-sure-can-cook.html' title='My Mom sure CAN cook'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SlIp4rHK8kI/AAAAAAAAAEk/VKdzfQakmJI/s72-c/SL273001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-6436395499666722986</id><published>2009-07-06T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:33:38.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna 'Friend' my Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, I just had a row with my mommy this morning and I've not been all that nice. I choose not to talk to her, but I still do, relatively lot. Bleah.. So frustrating. She was kind of 'pretty-please', at first, after I exploded at her. Not that I'm some spoiled brat that my mommy treats me like some queen/princess, but it's because she knows she's the one in the wrong this time. I think this is the first time I really exploded at her and refuse to talk 'nicely' at her for the whole day.['nicely' is in inverted commas because I still talk to her nicely] She's still trying to justify herself, though. Argh, can't be bothered... bleah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She'll find out, anyway, about this post. Blabber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-6436395499666722986?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/6436395499666722986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-wanna-friend-my-mommy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6436395499666722986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6436395499666722986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-wanna-friend-my-mommy.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna &apos;Friend&apos; my Mommy'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-3921018550605802433</id><published>2009-07-06T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:03:44.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinya's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was at my AhMa's house for dinner because it was Sinya's birthday. First of all, a very big Happy Birthday to Sinya :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SINYA!(: AND I LOVE YOU TOO! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, I used pink because I think that's her favourite colour. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was at the pool this morning because I had lessons. I was supposed to go to church after that, but my mom arrived VERY late. She didn't bring us to the pool, she was due to arrive later, AND she was LATE. Therefore, I was running late for church service, and in the end, we decided not to go. Instead, we went to VivoCity to eat and buy presents for Sinya. We spent the time walking around and past the same shops again and again and finally went to Food Republic. AhNoi Yiyi and YeFeng arrived when we were ordering our food. My mom and AhCeng Yiyi had called her to come along as well. After lunch, we went to the roof to sit. It was very boring. It seemed like we were waiting for the time to pass. When it was 1.30, they decided to start walking around to look for a cake and some presents. I had to go because I had tuition for Chinese, at 2.15. At the MRT station, AhCeng Yiyi decided to go back to AhMa's house together with Beatrice, DingHan, Tiffany, Gabrielle, and most probably YeFeng. They were very tired after a morning at the pool and they wanted to go home and have a nap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIOKRY11JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZPPPw8vByHU/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359862076153386130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIOKRY11JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZPPPw8vByHU/s400/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Beatrice sneaked into the picture; at FoodRepublic, VivoCity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To those who know that I have tuition on Thursday(like LeYin,Judo-kas,etc.) at 9.00pm, after training, I decided to change due to my now very tight schedule, as it wouldn't be very healthy to carry on like that. i would become some kind of zombie, especially with the Conversational Malay. Moreover, I may even be half-awake in tuition at times. So, it's best if I change it to Sunday, but that would mean extra cost T.T Well, I can't help it though. I feel really bad, because the difference between weekday and weekend tuition fee is A LOT. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our tuition class was a new one, so there were only 3 of us. It's a lot better and 'concentrated'. I like it. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Umm, after tuition, I went to AhMa's house. The kids watched Avatar: The Legend of Aang the whole night. They have the DVD. It's a pretty interesting cartoon; I have never really given it much thought when the kids watched it on OKTO. They are SO crazy over it, like how some people are obsessed with Boys Over Flowers. Haha, watching them craze over that cartoon is kinda cute and entertaining. ^.^ My Dad and Alvina JieJie watched along too, since the main television was hogged by the kids. Haha, they found it pretty interesting too. Hmmm... Maybe, I should start liking it too... Oh well, Beatrice wouldn't be too happy if I did. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yumm, you know, the cake was a chocolate cake from Bakerzin, I think. it was really good; but I still prefer the strawberry-cheese one from the other time. Hees, I've found a companion who can share my love for cheese other than my Mom : Nikki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha, kk, got to go. Goodnight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-3921018550605802433?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/3921018550605802433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3921018550605802433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3921018550605802433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Sinya&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIOKRY11JI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZPPPw8vByHU/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-1702997995601087812</id><published>2009-07-05T01:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:13:37.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss RMPS; Thank God Monday's a holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohiyo!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's VERY early in the morning now. :D&lt;br /&gt;OK, ummm now that the school has resumed lessons after one long holiday, I realize that it'll be difficult to find time to post. In lieu of the H1N1/ Swine Flu that is spreading rapidly, training will be held off for the time being. However, it seems that CCA will resume by next week. Things will be hectic; travelling will be the same usual bore to me again. It takes about 1 hour to get home from Bishan and I will be travelling there 4 times a week. I still have to take Conversational Malay on Mondays after school. It is a really good thing to have Monday as a holiday. I'm afraid though, that due to my so very tight schedule, I'll be unable to post regularly like I have and it'll soon become a dead blog, similar to my previous one, well, hopefully not. I'll do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stayed at home and spent a lot of time changing the colours and doing some changes here and there to my blogskin. I didn't switch blogskins. Geoffrey KorKor[my cousin; my father's 2nd sister's son] came to our house to help out with some problem we have with our computers. He is almost like our personal IT Advisor. LOL. I bet he'll say that too if he sees this. Oh, and by the way, he's the one who introduced me and my sisters to Japanese animation. I was P1 then, so I started the craze when I was only 7. Teehee, pro right?&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to my AhMa's house for dinner. AhNoi Yiyi, AhChiew Yiyi, Sinya and Nikki weren't there because they went out with AhChiew Yiyi's friend. I spent the time reading DingHan's "Finding Nemo" book and reading a word dictionary for pre-schoolers with YeXin; and a bit with YeFeng. (: I played with them too. Then I went home. Haha, sounds pretty boring right? But, I didn't feel bored at all. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st July 2009, Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after school, I had to stay back because I was to take French Lessons at 3. A bus will be there to take RGS students who are taking a Third Language to MOELC at Bishan. Well, how did I spend my time then? Haha, Judith, AmandaKang, ShiHui, Shiing, YuHua, Jallene, and Aang were staying back as well, and so we played Dare. We did lots of weird stuff and we victimized a few classes. Haha. I won't say what the others did though. However, I CAN say what I did. I had to go up to a random class, walk in, and hug any single person in there; and I wasn't allowed to open my mouth. I entered 102 first, and the way all their faces piled up against the small little 'window' of the door was friggin' funny. xD kayys, it was difficult to do it though, as they were all sitting down. i couldn't help asking them to stand up. I had defied the rule, and therefore, I had to do it on 101 instead.&lt;br /&gt;At 3, Aang and I took the bus to French class. We aren't in the same class though. I was in the very first class, the one right at the end/start of the corridor. Man, I missed Alicia. She's one of my RMPS bestie and we are in the same French class! Heehees... :DD&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since our class was right at the end, part of our walls were huge tall windows instead. It so happened, that the stadium that the AYG was being held was right outside the windows. I think it was the Bishan Stadium. The athletes were competing in Track and Field and the jumps that day. It's sosososocool. We got to see the athletes compete for free, and we got a VERY good view. Haha, every time we heard the gun shoot, everyone ran towards the window. MadameTse, my French teacher just laughed and smiled. I took a picture of them, but unfortunately, it cannot be uploaded yet because I haven't got the program installed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Heyhey, here's the picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIQokZ8kVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LWMbguNPExk/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359864795677626706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIQokZ8kVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LWMbguNPExk/s400/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool, right? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd July 2009, Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after school, I stayed back in school to study with Shiing and YuHua. Jean was there too, but she was doing her own stuff. We talked a lot about... umm, stuff, and people. Oh, and work. At around 6, we were getting hungry, and so we went to KFC at FarEast to eat Snackers. Shiing and YuHua bought bubble tea and we walked to the Orchard MRT Station. We took to CityHall and YuHua tok a train to Kembangan while Shiing and I took the train to Red Hill and Tiong Bahru[respectively]. It was very nice staying back with them. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd July 2009, Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much to do today. My team messed our PE PT up. We were all pretty upset, it felt like Mrs Anis will hate us forever. But after talking to Natalie, I choose not to think that it seems as bad as we think. Natalie is one of our class's PeerSupportLeaders[PSL]. We didn't get a chance to rehearse at all. Mann, kayy, this is awful talk.&lt;br /&gt;After that was Recess and then it was three hours of Design and Technology. I kind of finished my hideous-looking toy and our class discussed our ACP[or whatever it is, I don't know the title].&lt;br /&gt;After that, I lingered for a while in class, with Faith calling a CrazyWoman the whole time. Haha, she's kind of funny. Oh, and don't get me wrong, I didn't take whatever she said to heart; maybe I even agree with her.. Haha! xP After that I went to TiongBahru Plaza for lunch. I think I saw JiaYi and ManTing inside Burger King. But I saw that they were with friends, so I didn't go and greet them but I think ManTing saw me outside BurgerKing. I went home, got changed, and I went to Safra to swim. I didn't know that there was PT which was supposed to take the place of training that day. T.T So I went swimming instead. I broke my last record and swam 50 laps in a row! Woohoo! I'm making progress.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I saw Brockeley[I don't know how to spell] with another guy. Haha, I think he didn't recognise me, besides, we don't really talk. I got to know him during last year's Mid-Autumn Festival that the school organised, through Nigel. It was before the Festival and I went to play the swings at Hillock. I met Nigel Bro[Lee], Brockeley and I think Thong JiaWei as well. They played with me ^.^ Haha, I still remember that toy robot lantern that Brockeley bought.^.^&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really communicate after that, though. I miss my friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see all of them again... Goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-1702997995601087812?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/1702997995601087812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/ohiyo-haha-its-very-early-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/1702997995601087812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/1702997995601087812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/07/ohiyo-haha-its-very-early-in-morning.html' title='I miss RMPS; Thank God Monday&apos;s a holiday'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmIQokZ8kVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LWMbguNPExk/s72-c/DSC00041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-7377721420791484868</id><published>2009-06-30T23:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:03:42.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of the Month; Last Day of the First 1/2 Year in RGS; First Day of the 2nd Semester; First Day of School after the June Holidays (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry I couldn't post yesterday. There was a lot of things to do and finish yesterday, I caught a flu on Sunday and therefore, I did not go to school on Monday [yesterday] so there was a lot of Home-Based Learning stuff to do. Oh, and I revised my French as well! ^.^ Geez, that took up most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th June 2009, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my Great-GrandMa's house that afternoon. YeFeng's father, AhLiang Gugu came to pick us up from our house at 11.30am. AhMa, AhNoi Yiyi, AhChiew Yiyi, Sinya, Nikki, YeXin[YeFeng's younger brother,3 yrs old] were there. Then we went to pick JiYi up. She's my AhMa's younger sister. Yea, so we went to see my Great-Grandma. However, she had just gone to sleep when we reached there, so we went to the hall and the adults talked. After a while, I guess it was about an hour or two, we all went upstairs to check on her. It seemed that she ahd woken up and went back to sleep. Anyhow, she somehow or other woke up. We prayed for her, hugged her, then we went on our way. We watched Zathura in the car while we made our way to a hawker centre to eat. Man, they sure did buy a lot of food. I don't get how they are able to finish all those stuff. We went to drop JiYi off after that; then we went to the musuem at Clark Quay there? They wanted to see the KangXi Expedition. AhLiang Gugu dropped us off and brought YeXin back home. I saw a lot of stuff. Actually, they were already using all the geometry sets and had a lot of wierd gadgets. Oh, and Ah-ha, I saw the LongPao, the DragonRobe[I think it should be called that in English. Haha]. Yea, after we left, we took some pictures and then ate ice-cream. Nikki didn't get any though, because he had been uncooperative and refused to take pictures. Then we hailed a cab for AhMa, AhChiew Yiyi and the kids. Beatrice, AhNoi Yiyi, Mommy and I walked back to AhMa's house instead where we had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th June 2009, Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarantined. Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm in quite a crazy mood. Maybe it was because I had managed to break the news about my Geography paper to my parents. I was so scared la. D:&lt;br /&gt;I just passed for my Geography paper. D:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I heard that Mrs Shirley Tan had to run in place of Mrs Hoo for the torch relay opening of the Asian Youth Games. :D Teehee&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this morning, during Lab Lesson in Chemistry today, we were boiling some mixture made of the Copper II Sulfate and water. We are touching on Separation Techniques now, and we were in the process of crystallization when the bell rang D: We had to pack up, of course. I used the cloth to take down the evaporating dish but I forgot that the tripod stand was HOT too, and I used my bare fingers to pick it up. Well, I didn't really pick it up though, I shrinked back once my fingers touched the hot metal. Haizz, I'm SO BLUR. Now the top line on my index finger and the tip of my thumb hurt, even after so many hours. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Today, the first half of the class that was originally doing Philosophy has finished that course and has embarked onto the new journey through the Speech and Drama Course! Haha, umm, I was told that Ms. Sergaent was very creepy. She's a blonde, a Caucasian; and she is very tall. I like her. I liked her once I saw her, I think she's pretty nice. (: She made us do strange exercises though. She made us go around the room, focussing on a particular edge or corner or object and just go straight towards it, touch it, and repeat the whole procedure over and over again. We played wierd games too, like VROOM. I think Faith got a little carried away with that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Our class met our new History teacher today too. Ms Raama. As of now, I don't think I would like to comment about her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, during Lunch and after school, there was this major miscommunication among the Judo-kas. We weren't sure whether or not there will be training. First there was, then it was cancelled, then it resumed again... In the end it was decided that there was none. Haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my friends adn now I'm happy that I get to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;Half of the year has already flown by, people. Wake up. (: Geez, I can't believe it; and it stills feel like orientation has just started... :S I feel... ... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wierd&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/4343419750286028203-7377721420791484868?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/7377721420791484868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-there-im-so-sorry-i-couldnt-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7377721420791484868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7377721420791484868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-there-im-so-sorry-i-couldnt-post.html' title='Last Day of the Month; Last Day of the First 1/2 Year in RGS; First Day of the 2nd Semester; First Day of School after the June Holidays (:'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-3039780262601626486</id><published>2009-06-28T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:00:59.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EastCoastPark = Tiring+Fun+Fruitful</title><content type='html'>Hey People.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't post yesterday, it turned out that I did not sleepover at my AhMa's house in the end. I received a call from Beatrice in the evening that we could go over but we couldn't stay because DingHan had caught a fever. So, we went there to eat chilli crab instead :D !&lt;br /&gt;I didn't post last night because I was very tired and went to sleep instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 27, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;I went to East Coast Park and met up with AhCiew Yiyi, Auntie YanLing[AhChiew Yiyi's friend], AhNoi Yiyi[my mommy's younger sister], Nikki, Sinya, Gabrielle, Tiffany and YeFeng at BurgerKing. We were about 30mins late. Haha, it seems that I'm always late! We ate breakfast and then we went to rent stuff. Nikki, SinYa and I rented rollerskates[someone told me that 'rollerblade' is actually the brand's name, so I'm not very sure what's the name]. Nikki had just started skating, I guess, so he can skate pretty well, on his own. I learned skating the last November/December, but I haven't touched them for the last half a year, so I wasn't confident enough to do the supersupersuper minor stunts [that I'm not even sure if I can call them stunts] but I could do some of the basics. I had to familiarize a bit here and there in the skating rink though. Sinya was there too, she was learning skating on her own so she does wobble a bit here and there and fell a lot, BUT, it's all part of growing up! The more you fall, the more you grow! :D After a while, I followed Nikki and the rest who were cycling, along the track on the right. Auntie YanLing and AhChiew Yiyi stayed behind to watch SinYa. We skated/cycled right to the end and went back. It was about 2h. Nikki and I fell a few times as well. Then Nikki and I changed our skates to bicycles and we cycled to the left this time. Sinya had to sit in a little chair at the back of AhChiew Yiyi's bicycle while YeFeng had to sit in front of AhNoi Yiyi. YeFeng actually had his own little tricycle at first. We cycled to the hawker centre where we had lunch. Then we played at the beach a little, went to the peepee-room and we cycled back to return our bikes. We left East Coast Park and went to AhMa's house for dinner. It was a very eventful day:)) There was one part when we went to the Bedok Jetty but we only stayed for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go swimming again this morning but it seems that they are all complaining of leg-pain so instead we have decided to go and visit our Great-Grandma instead. She's 101 this year, impressive right? :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pictures which I am currently unable to transfer from my phone to the computer, but I will post them once they are ready. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Heyhey, here is one of the photos, it's the best one(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmINphdkCtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hYPvBjl5ros/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359861513532476114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmINphdkCtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hYPvBjl5ros/s400/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I look kind of funny here, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-3039780262601626486?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/3039780262601626486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/eastcoastpark-tiringfunfruitful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3039780262601626486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3039780262601626486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/eastcoastpark-tiringfunfruitful.html' title='EastCoastPark = Tiring+Fun+Fruitful'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SmINphdkCtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hYPvBjl5ros/s72-c/DSC00037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-4331466569388932097</id><published>2009-06-26T11:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:22:08.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend of The King of Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I want to dedicate this post to the King of Pop, a Real Legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Michael Jackson dies in LA hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;By LYNN ELBER, Associated Press Writer Lynn Elber, Associated Press Writer – 11 mins ago&lt;br /&gt;LOS ANGELES – Michael Jackson, the sensationally gifted child star who rose to become the "King of Pop" and the biggest celebrity in the world only to fall from his throne in a freakish series of scandals, died Thursday. He was 50.&lt;br /&gt;Jackson died at UCLA Medical Center after being stricken at his rented home in Holmby Hills. Paramedics tried to resuscitate him at his home for nearly three-quarters of an hour, then rushed him to the hospital, where doctors continued to work on him.&lt;br /&gt;"It is believed he suffered cardiac arrest in his home. However, the cause of his death is unknown until results of the autopsy are known," his brother Jermaine said. Police said they were investigating, standard procedure in high-profile cases.&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's death brought a tragic end to a long, bizarre, sometimes farcical decline from his peak in the 1980s, when he was popular music's premier all-around performer, a uniter of black and white music who shattered the race barrier on MTV, dominated the charts and dazzled even more on stage.&lt;br /&gt;His 1982 album "Thriller" — which included the blockbuster hits "Beat It," "Billie Jean" and "Thriller" — is the best-selling album of all time, with an estimated 50 million copies sold worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;At the time of his death, Jackson was rehearsing hard for what was to be his greatest comeback: He was scheduled for an unprecedented 50 shows at a London arena, with the first set for July 13.&lt;br /&gt;As word of his death spread, MTV switched its programming to play videos from Jackson's heyday. Radio stations began playing marathons of his hits. Hundreds of people gathered outside the hospital. In New York's Times Square, a low groan went up in the crowd when a screen flashed that Jackson had died, and people began relaying the news to friends by cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;"No joke. King of Pop is no more. Wow," Michael Harris, 36, of New York City, read from a text message a friend had sent him. "It's like when Kennedy was assassinated. I will always remember being in Times Square when Michael Jackson died."&lt;br /&gt;The public first knew him as a boy in the late 1960s, when he was the precocious, spinning lead singer of the Jackson 5, the singing group he formed with his four older brothers out of Gary, Ind. Among their No. 1 hits were "I Want You Back," "ABC" and "I'll Be There."&lt;br /&gt;He was perhaps the most exciting performer of his generation, known for his backward-gliding moonwalk, his feverish, crotch-grabbing dance moves and his high-pitched singing, punctuated with squeals and titters. His single sequined glove, tight, military-style jacket and aviator sunglasses were trademarks, as was his ever-changing, surgically altered appearance.&lt;br /&gt;"For Michael to be taken away from us so suddenly at such a young age, I just don't have the words," said Quincy Jones, who produced "Thriller." "He was the consummate entertainer and his contributions and legacy will be felt upon the world forever. I've lost my little brother today, and part of my soul has gone with him."&lt;br /&gt;Jackson ranked alongside Elvis Presley and the Beatles as the biggest pop sensations of all time. He united two of music's biggest names when he was briefly married to Presley's daughter, Lisa Marie, and Jackson's death immediately evoked comparisons to that of Presley himself, who died at age 42 in 1977.&lt;br /&gt;As years went by, Jackson became an increasingly freakish figure — a middle-aged man-child weirdly out of touch with grown-up life. His skin became lighter, his nose narrower, and he spoke in a breathy, girlish voice. He often wore a germ mask while traveling, kept a pet chimpanzee named Bubbles as one of his closest companions, and surrounded himself with children at his Neverland ranch, a storybook playland filled with toys, rides and animals. The tabloids dubbed him "Wacko Jacko."&lt;br /&gt;"It seemed to me that his internal essence was at war with the norms of the world. It's as if he was trying to defy gravity," said Michael Levine, a Hollywood publicist who represented Jackson in the early 1990s. He called Jackson a "disciple of P.T. Barnum" and said the star appeared fragile at the time but was "much more cunning and shrewd about the industry than anyone knew."&lt;br /&gt;Jackson caused a furor in 2002 when he playfully dangled his infant son, Prince Michael II, over a hotel balcony in Berlin while a throng of fans watched from below.&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, he was cleared of charges he molested a 13-year-old cancer survivor at Neverland in 2003. He had been accused of plying the boy with alcohol and groping him, and of engaging in strange and inappropriate behavior with other children.&lt;br /&gt;The case followed years of rumors about Jackson and young boys. In a TV documentary, he acknowledged sharing his bed with children, a practice he described as sweet and not at all sexual.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the acquittal, the lurid allegations that came out in court took a fearsome toll on his career and image, and he fell into serious financial trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Jackson was 4 years old when he began singing with his brothers — Marlon, Jermaine, Jackie and Tito — in the Jackson 5. After his early success with bubblegum soul, he struck out on his own, generating innovative, explosive, unstoppable music.&lt;br /&gt;The album "Thriller" alone mixed the dark, serpentine bass and drums and synthesizer approach of "Billie Jean," the grinding Eddie Van Halen solo on "Beat It," and the hiccups and falsettos on "Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'."&lt;br /&gt;The peak may have come in 1983, when Motown celebrated its 25th anniversary with an all-star televised concert and Jackson moonwalked off with the show, joining his brothers for a medley of old hits and then leaving them behind with a pointing, crouching, high-kicking, splay-footed, crotch-grabbing run through "Billie Jean."&lt;br /&gt;The audience stood and roared. Jackson raised his fist.&lt;br /&gt;By then he had cemented his place in pop culture. He got the plum Scarecrow role in the 1978 movie musical "The Wiz," a pop-R&amp;amp;B version of "The Wizard of Oz," that starred Diana Ross as Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;During production of a 1984 Pepsi commercial, Jackson's scalp sustains burns when an explosion sets his hair on fire.&lt;br /&gt;He had strong follow-up albums with 1987's "Bad" and 1991's "Dangerous," but his career began to collapse in 1993 after he was accused of molesting a boy who often stayed at his home. The singer denied any wrongdoing, reached a settlement with the boy's family, reported to be $20 million, and criminal charges were never filed.&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's expressed anger over the allegations on the 1995 album "HIStory," which sold more than 2.4 million copies, but by then, the popularity of Jackson's music was clearly waning, even as public fascination with his increasingly erratic behavior was growing.&lt;br /&gt;Cardiac arrest is an abnormal heart rhythm that stops the heart from pumping blood to the body. It can occur after a heart attack or be caused by other heart problems.&lt;br /&gt;Billboard magazine editorial director Bill Werde said Jackson's star power was unmatched. "The world just lost the biggest pop star in history, no matter how you cut it," Werde said. "He's literally the king of pop."&lt;br /&gt;Jackson's 13 No. 1 one hits on the Billboard charts put him behind only Elvis Presley, the Beatles and Mariah Carey, Werde said.&lt;br /&gt;"He was on the eve of potentially redeeming his career a little bit," he said. "People might have started to think of him again in a different light."&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;Associated Press Writers Derrik J. Lang in Los Angeles and Virginia Byrne, Nekesa Mumbi Moody and Jocelyn Noveck in New York contributed to this report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_obit_michael_jackson;_ylt=Ap49Piak7%20.vJy1pKK3q8auInHL8C;_ylu=X3oDMTJpMGJxMXJxBGFzc2V0Ay9hcC91c19vY"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_obit_michael_jackson;_ylt=Ap49Piak7&lt;br /&gt;.vJy1pKK3q8auInHL8C;_ylu=X3oDMTJpMGJxMXJxBGFzc2V0Ay9hcC91c19vY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ml0X21pY2hhZWxfamFja3NvbgRjcG9zAzEEcG9zAzEEc2VjA3luX3RvcF9zdG9ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;WVzBHNsawNraW5nb2Zwb3BtaWM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;That is an article from yahoo.com. I was having my breakfast when my mom suddenly called me to go into the room. She was with my elder sister and when I saw the large bold words on the screen : "Michael Jackson dies in LA hospital", I don't know how to describe how I felt, perhaps I don't even know how I felt. You can call me a fan of his; I really admire and give it up to him. He's a real talent, a legend. I've never believed that he actually molested the kids, I don't know why. It's a pity that he has left us. International, world news, his death will be. Some of you may say I'm crazy, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace, Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SkRLau9RdqI/AAAAAAAAADs/v6oJnR5p9fM/s1600-h/e75f91c218c64a811298e868d6bca5ca_raw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351485179876701858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SkRLau9RdqI/AAAAAAAAADs/v6oJnR5p9fM/s400/e75f91c218c64a811298e868d6bca5ca_raw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cC1TTz2bMmM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cC1TTz2bMmM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7MmEMrCRfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7MmEMrCRfc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-4331466569388932097?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/4331466569388932097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/legend-of-king-of-pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4331466569388932097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4331466569388932097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/legend-of-king-of-pop.html' title='Legend of The King of Pop'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SkRLau9RdqI/AAAAAAAAADs/v6oJnR5p9fM/s72-c/e75f91c218c64a811298e868d6bca5ca_raw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-7094136529818216236</id><published>2009-06-26T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:04:18.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heyas!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't post yesterday night because I didn't feel like posting xP.&lt;br /&gt;OK, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after lunch, I went to my AhMa's houseto meet my cousins and then we took a bus to Bugis. We bought the movie tickets for Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen, 4.30pm. We wanted to go to the National Library at first, but it was about 3.30pm then. We figured that we wouldn't be in time to watch the movie so we went to Popular instead, after which, AhChiew Yiyi, Gabrielle, Beatrice and I went to pick Nikki and SinYa at the mandarin learning centre where they were learning Mandarin. After they were released at 4pm, I had to bring Nikki, Gabrielle and Beatrice back to Bugis where we were supposed to watch the movie. AhChiew Yiyi brought Sinya to find the rest. Tiffany could not join us in watching the movie because she has to abstain from loud noises due to a ear condition that was caused by a high fever she had a few years ago. She was very upset, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was AWESOME~! With all the action and the robots and cars, everything is so WOW. But my elder sister told me that it was given only 2 Stars. I think it is based on the story plot, not the action. But it was Great. I think I can call myself an official fan of Transformers now. I don't mind watching it again, really. DingHan has some of the Autobots. :D&lt;br /&gt;I just LOVE it. At the end of the movie, the first thing that came out of my mouth was : SO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I don't know what else to say manzxc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we met up again and we went for dinner and went back to AhMa's house, Beatrice and I were supposed to stay over, but apparently, there was not enough space, therefore Beatrice stayed instead. Chances are that I'll be staying tonight because my uncle will be going to Batam today.&lt;br /&gt;K, I want to do another post now, I apologise if I sound very dead. I think the previous paragraph wasn't able to convey all of my excitement for the movie. Haha, too bad.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-7094136529818216236?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/7094136529818216236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-revenge-of-fallen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7094136529818216236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7094136529818216236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-revenge-of-fallen.html' title='Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-2188750592142460734</id><published>2009-06-25T10:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:04:26.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I forgot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey there! Morning! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, I just suddenly remembered something when I woke up. I forgot to include this in my post yesterday :&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when I was in line outside RI, the boy standing in front of me was carrying this black Zinc bag that says 'COLLECTOR'S ITEM' below that small little devil-alien silhouette in one of the corners. When I looked at his bag, this thought came to me:&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't that 'COLLECTOR'S ITEM' thing kind of lame and stupid? I mean, if I mass produce a series of bags of different colours and use my name as the brand name and then I can just add 'COLLECTOR'S ITEM' there and I'll be able to sell it at a ridiculous price.&lt;br /&gt;K, actually, I'm not very sure about this.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just thought I'd post how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;K now, I'm off! Oh, and my muscles are aching again.. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-2188750592142460734?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/2188750592142460734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-i-forgot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2188750592142460734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2188750592142460734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-i-forgot.html' title='Something I forgot'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-4943847207835049113</id><published>2009-06-25T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:04:36.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last June Holiday Judo Training. I'm gonna miss it... T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Helloos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's training is the last training of June Holidays Judo Training 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I would usually enter RI through Gate1 but because of H1N1, we can only enter RI through Gate3 to sign in. As a result, I have been walking round RI just to get to Gate3. It's kind of frustrating. I mean, can't they put another counter at Gate1? As the RI Gymnasium[that's where our dojo is] is very near to Gate1, it'll take some time to reach Gate3 and walk the same length back, to get to the dojo.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, it turned out that the security had included temperature-taking as one of the requirements. Therefore, there was this friggin' long line outside RI; and I was stuck outside the school for 40mins, and was therefore late, AGAIN. Mr. Tan didn't seem too happy. T.T This is my third time being late for training during the June holidays. The first 2 times were because I made my mom mad.&lt;br /&gt;The selections were held yesterday, as well as today. The Sec 1s will most likely not be chosen unless there isn't enough Sec2s for the 8 places in C Division. I knew Beverly would get chosen as a reserve. She will be the only Sec1 who would be involved in the competitions this year. She's good. :) I wish her all the best.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, here's the nice part. After training, I was on my way to walk the longlong way again, and I bumped into Jo[Judo Senior(Se2)] and Shyuan and Amanda. They planned to climb over the wall. It'll be much faster and more convenient, and quite a number of people have done that[Judo-kas]. They kind of dragged me along with them. Jo was already on the wall when we realized that the security guard had already spotted us. Jo managed to jump down and escape. Amanda, Shyuan and I ran off laughing our heads off. The security guard followed us to watch us, but in the end I think he gave up. While we were still running, we bumped into JD and YanLin in JD's cherry-red car. They offered to give us a lift out the school but we felt that it was kind of paiseh to do so, so we rejected it.It was starting to rain little by little already, and Shyuan started fussing about her umbrella that turned inside-out from time to time. We tried sneaking out by the bus-stop gate but it was unsuccessful. In the end, we still had to go out by Gate3. We slightly regretted rejecting JD's and YanLin's offer because we could have avoided walking one big round the whole school and we wouldn't need to care whether the security guard was still after us or something and we could have avoided the rain as well. I don't personally hate rains, in fact I kind of love it;it really depends on how I'm feeling then. Anyway, the whole event was really funny. Dora[JudoCaptain(Sec4)] called us 'naughty kids' when we were queuing up at Gate3 to sign out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the MRT Station after that and Amanda went off first. Shyuan and I went to 7-Eleven instead. She bought nachos and ate them at the back of the store. She wanted to share them with me but I didn't really like it and I thought that the cheese tasted somewhat disgusting. Haha, the auntie at the counter came to check on us. Maybe she thought that we kept refilling our cups when our chips were going to finish. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We separated after that. There was supposed to be a class outing at Sentosa today after training but I had forgotten about it. I'm so sorry! Amanda remained me earlier and so, when I called XinJie, I found out that only at most 5 people would be turning up, therefore I decided not to go. I'm so sorry XinJie, but I hope you had fun. I took a train to Dhoby Ghaut because I was also supposed to meet my Mom and Beatrice at my AhMa's house. However, when I changed route/line, instead of taking the train to HarbourFront, I took the one to Punggol. I didn't realize it until I was on the train. I ended up in Little India and had to take a train back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to my AhMa's house, and I studied a little because it was pretty quiet. My cousins were either out or were sleeping. Gabrielle and Tiffany were doing their work too. When everyone were back at home again, and my AhMa's house was 'bustling', some of my cousins and my mom and my sis and their moms and I went downstairs to have our hair cut. Even though I didn't cut the guy hairstyle that I originally wanted[because I would need to rebond again], my Mom says that my hair is neater now. I don't think I look really different, just with my hair a LITTLE shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I say that when I tried out my new ear plugs this morning, I got so pissed and uptight? Yea, it was after one of the training camp days that I went home and my mom suddenly announced to me that she had gotten me a new phone[my old one was giving me lots of problems]. That's really sweet of her and she managed to get it cheap because my Dad's company got a promotion. Anyway, I tried out the ear plugs and I found out that the one on the right had no sound coming out of it. Grr. It's my first time using a Sony Ericsson, and therefore I'm having some troubles here and there. Blabber... I bet the Sony Ericsson people placed some old earplugs into my box. I told Beverly that I wanted to "sue Sony Ericsson". No, I really am NOT that mad, but still it DOES kind of bugs at me. She told me to change it with the warranty card but I'm not sure if that will work; maybe they'll give me another old one as a replacement, maybe one that's even older. Bloop.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you find that I text really slowly, it's because I'm still familiarizing myself with the different functions and buttons the phone has. So, I apologize and I think that Sony Ericsson phones DO have too many buttons, with the 'c' button and the other one on top. Anyhow, I keep going back to the previous page when I just want to cancel a word... I'll have to start all over again.. I guess you'll know what I mean if I say that my previous phone was a Nokia. Oh, and if you are curious, it's a Gold-and-Silver W595. My mom says that it's the new colour that came up. Ahh, I mean, who cares? [At least I don't, it's good enough that I have one]&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Daddy and Mommy, I love you. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister has been bugging me to go and sleep, so, BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-4943847207835049113?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/4943847207835049113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-june-holiday-judo-training-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4943847207835049113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4943847207835049113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-june-holiday-judo-training-im.html' title='Last June Holiday Judo Training. I&apos;m gonna miss it... T.T'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-2700419519238714920</id><published>2009-06-22T17:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:04:47.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic! Busy! Fun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heyas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Hehe, my cousins from Greece just arrived in Singapore on Saturday's morning! 20th June 2009. Things are gonna be hectic, busy and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not being able to post yesterday, besides the videos. I arrived home pretty late, and was very tired. I also had morning training today, so I couldn't post. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'll talk about today first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I was 20min late for training today.Argh&lt;br /&gt;I made my mom mad and all the lectures and stuff... .... you know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I'll have to say that it was pretty disheartening that not many people turned up for training today, despite it being a combined one. Combined trainings are often very crowded. However, today's training was not the slackest one I had had so far; I'm not saying that it is slack, for your information. Then there wasn't much after that, I came home and posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 20, Saturday [day that my Greek cousins came]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and my elder sis went to CityHarvest Church that day for service while my younger sister, dad and I went to my Grandma's House for dinner to see my 2 cousins and their mom, my auntie[their dad hasn't arrived yet]. Nikki/JianHua, the boy, is much bigger and stronger than when I last saw him, and Sinya, the girl, has grown so much sweeter and prettier now. ^.^ AhChiew Yiyi[that's what we're supposed to call her] , their mom, has been trying to get Nikki to read and she finally resorted to Naruto, if I'm not wrong. Now, Nikki is crazy about Naruto, like how I was[or maybe still?] ! One of my aunties, AhCeng Yiyi took some pictures of us lazing around the hall. I think she was trying out the camera in my phone.That night, we also celebrated Father's Day with a strawberry and cheese cake. Hees, my favourite. I LOVE cheese! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 21, Sunday [yesterday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up rather early yesterday. Hees. =D It was around 6am-6.30am.&lt;br /&gt;After all the bathing and stuff, I went swimming at Safra, together with my mom and little sister. We were a few minutes too early, the pool only opened at 8am. I didn't really feel like swimming that day but I still swam 8 laps first, then 17. Then I stopped swimming because my mom, against Beatrice's and my will, had gone to speak with our 'former(?)' swimming coach[we stopped lessons for a month or two due to busy schedule and exams] and we had to start class then, at 9! By then, my cousins and aunties and uncle[maternal] had already came. One of my cousin, Gabrielle[girl] is the same age as Beatrice. She is the eldest daughter of AhCeng Yiyi and my mom's elder/eldest brother. She also had to take lessons together with us. I stopped quite a few times when we were during freestyle revision, despite having stopped my laps to rest. Oh, and have I told you that my stamina for freestyle is Terrible and Horrible and PRACTICALLY Preposterous. After that, the coach made us swim 40 laps. Haha, but Victory is/was Mine! Muahahaha. Kampatei[paiseh, don't know how to spell] Benita!&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I suddenly thought of the 'I AM THE BEST'-Alex-quote. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the pool before the rest with my mom to attend the youth service at GraceAssembly. My mom tagged along because she wanted to check out the youth service of that church. But, she didn't sit beside me or anything like that. I myself still don't quite fit into the youth service YET. I'm only close to the people from CC1 and have made friends with some of the cell leaders like Amanda and GaoMin(?)Haha, the CC1 people were actually supposed to go to DowntownEast and places like EscapeTeamPark[I haven't been there before]. I suppose it was organised by Russell. But in the end, nobody wanted to go so it was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mommy went for her Bible Study Session with her friend at KFC, Tiong Bahru Plaza while I roamed around there. Very sian. But, I bumped into 2 of my loves! Alicia AiAi and ChengNgee Stead♥! Ahh! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;After her Bible Study Session, my mommy joined me in roaming around because both of us didn't know where we wanted to go. In the end, we went to Sakae Sushi where mommy ate her lunch and I kop-ed her ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to AhMa's House[maternal grandma] for dinner. The kids were playing with this really unique and interesting[I'm not allowed to use the word 'cool'] toy/game that was brought from Greece. It is actually a block of hardened red sand and they are supposed to dig out the 'dinosaur bones'. It's a lot harder than it sounds. It can even take weeks to finish, unless you use a hammer on it; but that will only spoil the fun and excitement when you finally manage to extricate the bones. The little ones are only half-way through the game, after they manage to take out all the bones, they are supposed to fix the dinosaur parts together. I took some pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/Sj9Wm5gRLaI/AAAAAAAAADk/vfvI6T2LkWI/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350090108610620834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/Sj9Wm5gRLaI/AAAAAAAAADk/vfvI6T2LkWI/s400/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girl: SinYa [Greek cousin, 5yrs old] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boy in blue: Matthew Tan Ding Han [AhCeng Yiyi's youngest child, 4yrs old] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boy in red: Sebastian Tan Ye Feng [my mom's younger brother's elder/est son]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/Sj9WmVogHpI/AAAAAAAAADc/y3HnBOtU6Rk/s1600-h/DSC00007+-+Edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350090098981478034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/Sj9WmVogHpI/AAAAAAAAADc/y3HnBOtU6Rk/s400/DSC00007+-+Edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/Sj9WmEcNgwI/AAAAAAAAADU/U6PbQg1pGa4/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350090094366524162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/Sj9WmEcNgwI/AAAAAAAAADU/U6PbQg1pGa4/s400/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/Sj9WlqQohUI/AAAAAAAAADM/qHbXDao0vDk/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350090087338640706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/Sj9WlqQohUI/AAAAAAAAADM/qHbXDao0vDk/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ding Han and Sin Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, it is now the Singapore River Festival and during this period, anyone can take the River Taxi for free. Haha, my aunts wanted to try it out. Some of us had to walk from the house[at People'sPark/Chinatown] to ClarkQuay where the festival is being celebrated. To our disappointment, it was only a one-way ride that was free, the return journey would cost about $3/pax, if I'm not wrong. How deceiving. So we ended up exploring the shopping centre there. I think it's Central[actually I don't know]. Anyway, I GOT TO SEE KINOKUNIYA!!! Woohoo, I haven't been there before and I have heard SO MUCH about it. Well, it does have a lot of books, but I suppose that there are other branches in Singapore that would be much better. I still prefer Times, maybe I'll change my mind when I see a more impressive one. I really want Aang to bring me to the one she's often so crazy about. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the 'incredible find' managed at the end of Friday's post,'Aching Friday', ah-ha! It's related to JingXian; and she found it out! Hehe xD! As I mentioned, I was blog-surfing that day and when I went to her blog, I saw that she was also from Radin Mas Primary School! AHHH! Haha, k. I was actually scrolling up to her profile when I saw under links that there was an 'Alvina' there. That's the name of my big sister. So I placed my mouse over it and the url was that of my sister's! What a shock! Then I scrolled to her profile and she said that she was in the same P5 and P6 class as my sis! Haha! Now, I'm in the midst of searching for my elder sister's P6 class photo. xD Haha, I guess (jinx) can't believe it as well. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4343419750286028203-2700419519238714920?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/2700419519238714920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/hectic-busy-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2700419519238714920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/2700419519238714920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/hectic-busy-fun.html' title='Hectic! 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Fun?'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/Sj9Wm5gRLaI/AAAAAAAAADk/vfvI6T2LkWI/s72-c/DSC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-5542888932829161619</id><published>2009-06-21T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:05:21.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful [Haha] ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MM_Q0nfaG0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MM_Q0nfaG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tpcDaPbeV5I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tpcDaPbeV5I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iGzMIQT1MeE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iGzMIQT1MeE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just happened to chance upon these videos in YouTube through my big sis. Lol, these kinds of music are my 'weakness' (; [I know it sounds kinda lame]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-5542888932829161619?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/5542888932829161619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-haha-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5542888932829161619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5542888932829161619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-haha-d.html' title='Beautiful [Haha] ;D'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-4209312002535489361</id><published>2009-06-20T13:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:34:46.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These songs bring back nostalgic memories. Haha, but what remains now are just memories. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've changed html code of the background music so that it'll just play once, I'm so sorry that you'll have to wait for it to stop before you can play the music. I also apologize that it is only 30 seconds, perhaps you may like to click on the link there and listen to the full versions and close my blog down. This way, it'll be more convenient, I guess. 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.elyrics.net/c.php?n=jango&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.jango.com%2Fplay%2FAkon%2FDon%27t+Matter" target="_blank"&gt;Akon - Don't Matter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elyrics.net/c.php?n=jango&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.jango.com%2Fplay%2FAkon%2FDon%27t+Matter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konvict Konvict&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohoohwooe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oooh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ooohhwooe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I got you babe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it don't matter no'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause I got you babe'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause we gon' fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Believe we gon' fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We gonna fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I got you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody thought we'd last foreverI feel 'em hopin' and prayin'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things between us don't get betterMen steady comin' after you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Women steady comin' after me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seem like everybody wanna go for self&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And don't wanna respect boundaries&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tellin' you all those lies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just to get on your side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I must admit there was a couple secrets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I held insideBut just know that I tried&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To always apologize&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'ma have you first always in my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To keep you satisfied&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got every right to wanna leave&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got every right to wanna go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got every right to hit the road&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And never talk to me no more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't even have to call&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even check for me at all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because the way I been actin' lately&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Has been off the wall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Especially toward you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Puttin' girls before you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And they watchin' everything I been doin'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just to hurt you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of it just ain't true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ain't trueAnd they won't show you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How much of a queen you are to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And why I love you baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I got you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I got you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh'Cause I got you babe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I got you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I got you babe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I got you babe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause we gon' fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes we gonn' fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Believe we gon' fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We gonna fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I got you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I got you babe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I got you babe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause we gon' fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes we gon' fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Believe we gon' fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We gonna fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fight for our right to love yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nobody wanna see us together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it don't matter no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I got you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/BAtsLsSMG6/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/BAtsLsSMG6/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; 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I'm SO excited! I'll be meeting them soon in my Grandma's[maternal] house soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY ((:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-4209312002535489361?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/4209312002535489361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/dontmatter-akon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4209312002535489361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/4209312002535489361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/dontmatter-akon.html' title='Memories (:'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-6433045969166156544</id><published>2009-06-19T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:06:03.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aching Friday</title><content type='html'>Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;See the title? "ACHING FRIDAY"?&lt;br /&gt;My muscles are aching. Like they're going to snap soon. choi.&lt;br /&gt;I think I stretched them a little too much when I was randori-ing yesterday. Come to think of it, very paiseh, because I only did osotogari and tai otoshi for all my bouts. To me, it feels like "Help Benita with her Osotogari and Tai Otoshi Run". T.T I did feel myself over-stretching those areas a little, every time I threw[except for the first few, of course]. Ahh.. terrible. I don't feel like moving them anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wants me to go swimming, and do a lot of stuff. I don't want to do them. I think my mom's lame. -.- but she thinks she's cool because most of my friends say she's cool. I think she derives joy from making me do things that I don't like, and forcing 'yeses'[is there a plural for yes?] out my mouth. Oh bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start revising my French. But I don't know where to start. Sobs. I'm so, so stressed. There's SO many things piled on the top of my head. I think I can almost literally feel it. I wonder how people manage to finish everything so perfectly. I mean, they still get to relax and play so much more than many of us and they still can handle all that stuff. Blabber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan will start choosing the team for the competition next week. I don't think I'll like watching my seniors fight against one another for that space. I'll have to do that too, next year, with Humaira and Amanda. For sure, I'm not looking forward to when that time comes. I dread even thinking about it now. Maybe I should stuff myself with lots of food and calories and proteins and land myself under the Heavyweight Category. Batch 8 doesn't have anyone taking that place either, it'll save everyone a lot of work and inconvenience[or should it be convenience? oh no, I've got mixed up!] too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blog-surfing just now, and I found an incredible find! Haha. Maybe it's not that incredible. But, it was still very 'WOW' to me! I don't think I'll say what it is about now. However, I guess I'll say it in my next or next-next post[or next-next-next post]! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I say, LOOK FORWARD TO IT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-6433045969166156544?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/6433045969166156544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/aching-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6433045969166156544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6433045969166156544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/aching-friday.html' title='Aching Friday'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-7343068009436286527</id><published>2009-06-18T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:08:59.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can stand in front now! xD [Ithink] Part2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Argh, today's training was morning training; kept yawning during training&gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, MrTan was calling people out again. I thought he wouldn't call me again since he already called me yesterday. He didn't call out ALL the Sec 1s, but rather, all the Judo-kas that he called out were Sec 1s; and I was one of them. It was a five-bouts-in-a-row thing, and only Sec4s and above were allowed to play. I think I was the fourth or fifth to be called out. So I ended up standing in front of the guys' area. Obviously, the girls wouldn't want to travel all the way to the other side of the dojo, so all of my 5 opponents were TALL and HEAVY[not fat]. How was that?! I was [Idon'tknowwhattosay] speechless? They were kind of intimidating, at least, some of my batch mates played with the girls instead. They were hard to throw to. But, in the end, they were pretty nice; and they let me throw them&gt;.&lt; Anyhow, they told me how to throw better :DD *THANKS!*&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, I had to change the tape on my finger and Shyuan insisted on helping me do so. Haha, then she made one big lump on my finger so it's kind of difficult to type properly now. xD She's so cute. Ohoh, then the seniors did this really funny skid about RafflesJudo. I won't say what they did but it was FRIGGIN' HILARIOUS. xDDDD I hope someone had video-ed it down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, after training, I went to visit my mama at AngMoKio. She seems alright now. She was down with DengueFever some time ago. I should start calling her every now and then. The Lord will watch over her :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohh, and I have an awesome announcement : I don't dream of those scary stuff anymore. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, my younger sis just pissed me off. Byess! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. there's something wrong with the HTML of this post so the JudoTraining schedule seems a bit off and has extra spacing. And this is friggin' irritating. When I post my post(huh?) parts of it gets cut off, so I'll have to re-type. Anyone has any idea how to fix this toottoottoot problem?! &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-7343068009436286527?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/7343068009436286527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-stand-in-front-now-xd-ithink_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7343068009436286527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/7343068009436286527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-stand-in-front-now-xd-ithink_18.html' title='I can stand in front now! xD [Ithink] Part2'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-3004599171072886821</id><published>2009-06-18T20:35:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:10:57.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can stand in front now! xD [Ithink]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heysss! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Uhh, k. The third week is GONE!!! DDD: &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;RAFFLES JUNE JUDO TRAINING&lt;/u&gt; [I know this is kind of late, but, HAHA!]&lt;br /&gt;Week 1(9am to 12pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2nd June, Tuesday&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;4th June, Thursday&lt;/s&gt; [combined]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2(9am to 4/4.30pm) [This is the training camp week for the girls&gt;.&lt;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;8th June, Monday&lt;/s&gt; [combined from 1.30 to 4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;9th June, Tuesday&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;10th June, Wednesday&lt;/s&gt; [combined from 1.30 to 4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;11th June, Thursday&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3 [Training Camp for the boys 15th-18th, so it's all combined]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;16th June, Tuesday&lt;/s&gt; [1.30 to 4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;17th June, Wednesday&lt;/s&gt; [1.30 to 4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;18th June, Tuesday&lt;/s&gt; [9 to 12]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 4(9am to 12pm) [Combined Training Week]&lt;br /&gt;22nd June, Monday&lt;br /&gt;23rd June, Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;24th June, Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, that was kind of lame&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; coward. Oh, then my last bout was with Jo. She was SO SCARY![Ohno, I feel that my vocabulary is too limited] uhh, oh, then remember about that little fat swollen toe? Yea, I rammed it against her shin, then I involuntarily dropped to my knees sia [bleahs]. Haha, after that, I thought that I wouldn't mind standing out in front when Mr Tan is calling people out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is frustrating. I'm going to put them into seperate posts! [to be continued]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-3004599171072886821?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/3004599171072886821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-stand-in-front-now-xd-ithink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3004599171072886821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/3004599171072886821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-stand-in-front-now-xd-ithink.html' title='I can stand in front now! xD [Ithink]'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-6445910031233748731</id><published>2009-06-15T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:12:16.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved Forever (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just going through my photos when I came across this photo of my paternal grandfather. Beside him is my paternal grandmother. I call them 爷爷(yeye) and ma-ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SjZJHEPc5VI/AAAAAAAAACk/nIaox8z6xyw/s1600-h/SL271092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347541993295504722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SjZJHEPc5VI/AAAAAAAAACk/nIaox8z6xyw/s400/SL271092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My yeye passed away on the eve of my birthday, my dear ChengNgee's birthday. The 31st of March. I miss him a lot, that's why I suddenly decided to post. It seems kind of wierd to say this, but I spent my birthday at a funeral. I didn't manage to make it to the hospital that day. It was during History class that my phone started ringing. I failed to notice that the call was from my father's phone[he rarely calls me esp during school hours]. As Rafflesians know, the rules in RGS are pretty tight[that's what I think]. XinJie and Amanda started banging the tables and chairs to cover the ringing sound. That's kind of sweet of them, because it made people think that they were wierd, Ms Peer[History Teacher] was in the middle of lecture. I just switched the phone off, straight. Jean tried to book me the next day, I quarrelled with her and I had my way. I had Judo practice that day and I had forgotten about what had happened and did not switch my phone back on when I was in the bus to RI. It was only after training that I switched my phone back on. It was a really &lt;u&gt;[terrible is not accurate enough]&lt;/u&gt; shock. He left at 4pm sharp. I had missed it. It was bad, really bad on me. I tried to stop the tears, I couldn't. I put up a strong front in school after that. I think I appeared OK in front of everyone the next 2 weeks. I guess it's because I had cried already. I didn't even managed to make it to the hospital. I could only go straight home, the body had already been brought away. My parents didn't know what to say to me. I had felt miserable. I love him. I'm sure that He will take very good care of my Yeye up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-6445910031233748731?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/6445910031233748731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/beloved-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6445910031233748731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/6445910031233748731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/beloved-forever.html' title='Beloved Forever (:'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ySvqzFdZn1E/SjZJHEPc5VI/AAAAAAAAACk/nIaox8z6xyw/s72-c/SL271092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-8142341777549440512</id><published>2009-06-15T18:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:12:29.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demons and Exorcism [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dang. A third dream came. It was yesterday, when I went to sleep after returning home from chruch. Lols. I woke up when I was in the process of killing some lady who was supposed to be a 'demon' in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. You know, on uhh Saturday, Beatrice[my little sis] went to St. Andrew's Cathedral to do some voluntary work, to serve drinks to be more exact. My mom brought her there. So they came home very late. That night, my father was in his room watching some show on his computer. I went to my biggy sis's room to study with her[&gt;.&lt; like real] She had the air-conditioner on in her room and I went in to 'share' it with her. Then I showed her the Hell's Kitchen game in Facebook. Somehow or other, she kept playing it. I think it's because she didn't like the guy there; you know that vulgar chef? Then I sat on the bed and watched her. I got bored and started poking around. That's when I noticed 2 pictures on the very top of her window pane. You know the type when there's dust or mist collected on some surface, we'll use our finger to draw pictures or write words in it? The second one looked like some Jap character at first. So I said:"Hey, did you draw those pictures on your window?" My sister got scared, she thought that I was seeing things. You know like the little guy in Sixth Sense? Yea. She couldn't see it from where she was sitting, so she huddled on the bed beside me, and she could see them too. Then she freaked both of us out by saying that she has never seen them there before. It also so happened that the pastor at her church[City Harvest Church] had preached about demons and with my wierd dreams, it made matters worse. So the 2 of us were stuck there in one corner, on the bed, and under the blanket; until my father came in. It turned out that the second picture was a cup with smoke coming out of it, by the way. It DID look like some Jap word, though. But my Dad came in and told us stories about spirits and stuff. Then my mom and my sis came home when our Dad was still telling us his stories. Oh, then my mom told us that the pastor at the Lighthouse Church [she went there with my sis after my sis finished whatever she was doing at the cathedral], had also preached about demons. So coincidental. Anyhow, it turned out that the wierd pictures were drawn by my little sis when she was bored, some time ago. They were still there because we haven't cleaned our windows for quite some time. Haha. It's SO laughable, now that I think of it xD.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that the Lord is sending me a message through those dreams? Oh, and they seem to continue from the previous dream, have I told you that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-8142341777549440512?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/8142341777549440512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/demons-and-exorcism-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/8142341777549440512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/8142341777549440512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/demons-and-exorcism-2.html' title='Demons and Exorcism [2]'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-85549386599430896</id><published>2009-06-13T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:12:40.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demons and Exorcism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hihi, I'm posting again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise if the title may have freaked you out.&lt;br /&gt;It's really creepy. This morning I woke up after dreaming about demons and exorcism. It's my second time waking up with a dream like that. The first time was when I came home after, I think, the second day of Training Camp[Tuesday, 9 June]. I just fell on the bed once I reached home and I fell asleep, with that terrible nightmare. Last night's nightmare was not as bad and frightening as the first one. It wasn't as shocking either; specifically, the things that I saw and happened, the images. Perhaps it's just me and I'm just being SUPER paranoid, but I'm the type of person who doesn't remember my dreams after I wake up[as of recent; I would just know that it was a not very nice dream], and I RARELY dream, I think xP. Anyway, these 2 dreams were TOO detailed. They were TOO clear. The 'movie's quality' was TOO good, TOO sharp. Before these 2 dreams, if I'm not wrong, my dreams are very fuzzy and blurry, very vague. The dreams were different, but along the same line, I would consider. As mentioned before, the things that I saw in the second dream were not as shocking to me as before. I supposed that's because I had seen things like that in the first dream, I kind of expected it, or rather, was prepared for it. They were scary, seemed too realistic. It's quite coincidental. Right after I managed to quite get over the first one, this one came. It's kind of like a continuation from the first dream. I don't like it, and that's why I do not want to tell you what happened, what I saw, and stuff like that. I don't think you'll like it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that all of you will never get dreams like mine and have sweet dreams every night. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-85549386599430896?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/85549386599430896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/demons-and-exorcism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/85549386599430896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/85549386599430896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/demons-and-exorcism.html' title='Demons and Exorcism'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-5935573969805834646</id><published>2009-06-12T15:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:15:30.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HELLO AGAIN PEOPLE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo! Ahh, I've finally solved the HTML problem of the blog's template! :D So Happy.&lt;br /&gt;And for your information, those pictures at the side change at random (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. K, today, I went swimming at Safra. -.- I couldn't swim properly today, though; the water felt wierd and heavy. I think it's just me. It felt strange, not like last week when I swam ahh.. I think it's more than 20 laps. Haha, it may not be much but I felt very achieved for a beginner like me. &gt;.&lt; [I only recently picked up swimming after uhh, a long long time; I couldn't swim last year] Oh my gosh la, so paiseh. Umm, oh, then mommy brought me and Alvina[my big sister] to Secret Recipe at Vivo City to eat cake for lunch. it started off as a joke at first, when my mom asked us what we wanted to eat, and, in the end, we really went for it. Ohoh, and I'm SUPER BLUR. I bumped into Heidi[Judo Senior] at Secret Recipe. I didn't notice her at first. Haha. It felt so awkward since we were seated next to each other. Does Heidi have a sister, by the way? There was a girl with her, I think it's her little sis. Ahh, maybe not.. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-5935573969805834646?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/5935573969805834646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/zsdgaj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5935573969805834646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/5935573969805834646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/zsdgaj.html' title='Heyas'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4343419750286028203.post-1556994023007871131</id><published>2009-06-12T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:15:40.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heyo Peeps!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my new blog. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... OK, I haven't been updating my previous blog, so, I can't promise that I'll continue posting in this new one... :D Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! Today's the last day of Judo Training Camp 2009!&lt;br /&gt;Now, come to think of it, I kinda miss it,since that it's finally over now... [Wierd, but I won't want to go through it again if you ask me... xP]&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... We didn't get to stay over for that 4 days, we just had training from 9-4. I don't know why we didn't get to stay over this year, I think it's got something to do with H1N1.. ahhh don't know lah. Oh, and I also injured my little toe on... I think the second day(Tuesday) and it's getting more and more 'greenish-black' now, and it's swelling, it's OUT OF SHAPE and FAT now.... T.T&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I also broke a nail into half, haha, so typing feels kinda wierd now, with the tape there.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, my whole back feels REALLY terrible...&lt;br /&gt;But, training was really good putting aside all those complains above. I think we[specifically my batch, i don't know about the seniors] trained hard this week. Oh, and GOOD JOB everyone for Team Event today:]] I feel really bad myself, I lost all the rounds except for 1. And I won that by a SHIDO. Oh my gosh... that doesn't really count I guess... DD:&lt;br /&gt;Jiayous everyone, I'll have to train harder! Competition is in less than a month's time, I'll be praying for the seniors... ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... what else..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yea, that's right, I'm BORED. After training, when I come home, I've got nothing to do[other than EAT, BATHE, SLEEP] Can you believe it? I'm just in front of the computer until 1-3[?] just playing Facebook, not that I'm addicted to it.. But I've got nothing to do, I'm sick of it... T.T&lt;br /&gt;I finished the My Girl drama the last 2 days, because I kinda stopped halfway a long time ago, and now I'm left with nothing AGAIN. uhh.. Oh, that's why I decided to make a new blog! :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I don't feel like doing my Design &amp;amp; Technology/Art &amp;amp; Design [whichever you choose to call it] homework.. bleahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, I would like to say that I got pretty upset when I saw Manda cry after her match. I wouldn't dare to say that I'm not competitive, but I think I should tell Batch 8 2009 this:&lt;br /&gt;Umm, I know I'm in no place to say this, but still....&lt;br /&gt;I think instead of pitting ourselves against each others and trying to win one another, I think we should actually be competing with ourselves. Why don't instead of thinking:"Oh, I lost to this and I won so and so.." I think we should be thinking"Oh, I've beaten my least record of winning uhh... maybe 2 more randoris!" Ok, this is lame, but I think you'll get what I mean..&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... k, just ignore me, anyway, I'm not the type who write this kind of uhh... 'prep talk?' uhh, you know all those 'boosting emails' that we always get from the more reliable people like Beverly and Manda and so on........&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I still can't stand it when I see my Batch Mates pegging themselves against one another and you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batch 8 FIGHTING! :DD&lt;br /&gt;加油！&lt;br /&gt;Training will be tough, especially the last week I think. I've this feeling that the combined training week will be MAD... so, 加油！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4343419750286028203-1556994023007871131?l=thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/feeds/1556994023007871131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/yoz_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/1556994023007871131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4343419750286028203/posts/default/1556994023007871131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thmemorysundae--dejavu.blogspot.com/2009/06/yoz_12.html' title='Yoz'/><author><name>Baby Cockroach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
