<?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-20600580</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:16:17.596-07:00</updated><category term='SWIMOE'/><category term='What&apos;s a label?'/><title type='text'>NOTEPADI</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-455204128860524529</id><published>2008-07-07T06:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:54:02.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed me y'all? great this blog's like frigging dead and i don't even have updates from beijing. but heck all i have to say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE GOT THE DAMN GOLD! 8.51 PTS THANK YOU VERY MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhah yep, so you can be proud of us, we didn't (and we will never) bring down the standard of the arts in IJ kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijing was a hell lot of fun, esp the TENSION moments with Beatrice and the &lt;i&gt;secret&lt;/i&gt; feasts at night with Agnes C-H-_-NG!, YinYing, Liana and occasionally Phyllis :D loads of fun man, can't wait for the next band trip, or even just school trip :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say right now cuz life's a bit moody. Yesterday was a big day, esp during Youth service which i totally skipped cuz of my breakdown. THANK YOU SO MUCH &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Clare&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tammy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for being such wonderful "cousellors" and friends and always being there for me even at my lowest points of life. and yeah, thanks for those who attempted to wait for me outside the stinky toilet which i don't even know how i managed to tolerate for so bloody long and thanks to those who asked if i was okay cuz this really encourages me esp when I'm so confused about all this "true" friendship and all this "love" issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i guess (according to a lot of people) i was PMS-ing quite a bit ytd and i'm really sorry if i affected anyone in anyway. but yeah i'm kinda confused and i dont' really know what to do about certain issues i'm keeping in right now. all this friendship shit and all this i love you, you love me shit is really weighing down on me considering friendship and love are probably the two most important aspects of one's life with the group of friends i have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like everybody around me has all their fantastic close buddies and they're all going on about how they have so much fun doing so much stupid stuff and how they're so open about each other and all that. i mean, sure i've got close friends but i think i'm still having trouble being convinced that they're really close friends. i mean clare's mentioned about all that feeling thing, that you can sense it if they're really true to you and if they're really willing to be there for you no matter what. i guess it takes time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's been 4/5/1 and 1/2 years. how long do i have to wait? or must i wait at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and about love. ah, i shouldn't even be talking about this. i'm really confused. it's like the people around me are all getting into relationships and stuff and i always feel like the third party cuz it always turns out that my close friend is the one getting into relationships. i don't know if i'm jealous or if i'm just hurt that they don't spend as much time with me or what. like i said, i'm really confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, at least i got better. thanks again churchies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i may switch to xanga. i need opinions. maybe i should just get a diary and be done with it. hahaha! okay i think i need to sleep now. i must sleep early cuz of a special day tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-455204128860524529?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/455204128860524529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/455204128860524529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#455204128860524529' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-1038654303652405497</id><published>2008-06-04T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:10:48.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo Peace y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud to announce that i have &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; finished all my holiday hwk &lt;b&gt;EXCEPT&lt;/b&gt; the lit prose and one of zhou ji and the marco polo thingummyit. i am infinitely proud of my hard work, considering i won't have much time during the rest of the "hellidays" to complete anything anyway. i have like zilch time in church camp plus only less than a week before beijing when i come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i STILL haven't finished doing my shopping (psst, i saved $93! +D) plus i don't really think that our band is up to Beijing standard yet &lt;i&gt;whatever that is&lt;/i&gt;. i mean it's kinda freaky that there are gonna be &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;INTERNATIONAL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; bands competing for the same GOLD that we want. plus i can't stand the fact that there will be Japanese bands there to trash us. i bet they're just gonna come and breeze through the competitiong and stomp on the rest of us. i'll bet even the Thai bands are just as good. this is ridiculous, how are we gonna get the damn gold at this rate? i mean dude, we're the LAST group playing! d'you know how frigging tired the judges will be of Dona Nobis Pacem?! how the heck are we gonna stand out and shine man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna cry. how can Dona sound so good on the recording AND have so much tragedy, emotions, pain and yet be so graceful at the same time? it's so beautiful i just feel like breaking down right now and inserting that damn horn solo into Stephanie's horn! and the CORNETS WITH MUTES! how can it sound so free and boundaryless?! how can the song sound so grand, so HOLY?! this really demoralises me. how does it help if i listen to the recordings everyday and the rest of the band doesn't? so only i know what the real thing sounds like but the rest don't? that's bullshit man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking getting goose pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, it's like the real thing is that good. but there is always a better standard. there is never perfection, nor is there ever a best in music. a professional can always aim to beat himself, you, after all are the only person standing in your way to perfection, which on the negative side you will never seem to reach, only if you have the right mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how the hell do we reach the highest standards ever if we can't even beat the stupid recording?! therein lies the paradox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry widow sounds nice on the recordings too. the happy part and the tragic part totally contradict each other and it's really beautitful. i think merry widow is actually the only song that we can actually play without screwing up that badly. i just can't stand the syncopation shit. argh, this is getting really frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can actually hear the bloody triplets at the beginning. Lord save us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, on the bright side i won't be going for the exchange with Bendemeer, a school i never really liked ANYWAY. so that's one good part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to a brighter topic, i'm going for CHURCH CAMP so don't miss me too much. i'm pretty hyped for camp since i'm going ROOM HOPPING! first night i'm sleeping with clare, second night with jez and krystal, third night with tammy and clare, fourth night the whole gang go gatecrash yi ling's hotel +D it's gonna be SO much fun! and yes  i will diligently listen to all three competition pieces 3 times over every single day. sigh, i'm gonna be soooo sick of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! y'know i borrowed three REALLY sadistic books &gt;:D oh i feel gooood. the first one's about this manical homicidal murderer who murders his victims according to the first letter of their surname and the town they live in. so let's say you have a Nick Ng. so this murderer will kill nick at letsay... Ngee Ann City. yeah something like that. it's really cool, i'm still in the middle of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the second one is about this guy who is kinda insane so he kills people and then he hangs them up or FRAMES them up in contorted positions and calls them art. it's called the Death Collector. damn cool but i haven't started on it yet. planning to bring it to camp. +D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the third one's kinda... bad. it's about this satanic cult who are out to kill for sacrifices for &lt;s&gt;antichrist&lt;/s&gt; reasons and stuff like that. it sounds kinda cool so i'm giving it a shot. it's called (Catholics please don't kill me) Purgatory's Gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep so all these sadistic books are gonna keep me going through the June Hellidays +D i think i'm gonna have fun. plus i have Beatrice's Tenth Circle to help balance the sadist scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righty i'm gonna go indulge in Japanese dramas now. so hang me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-1038654303652405497?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1038654303652405497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1038654303652405497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1038654303652405497' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-4879174660488543825</id><published>2008-05-26T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:50:49.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lurking in the Darkness&lt;br /&gt;or bathing in Glory&lt;br /&gt;What joy to curse&lt;br /&gt;one's end in Gory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplicity of it&lt;br /&gt;so vulnerable it becomes&lt;br /&gt;yet all fear, have fits&lt;br /&gt;of perpetual end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave i wish&lt;br /&gt;i desire i want&lt;br /&gt;to finish this off&lt;br /&gt;with pride and honour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dilemmas behold!&lt;br /&gt;with what shall i cut?&lt;br /&gt;with what shall i seize&lt;br /&gt;this wondrous mutt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death it is! Kill&lt;br /&gt;murder annihilate&lt;br /&gt;asphyxiate choke&lt;br /&gt;strangle waste it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the choices delight me&lt;br /&gt;to go in style&lt;br /&gt;to fade in disgust&lt;br /&gt;say farewell or spit in hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! a sudden turn&lt;br /&gt;of events charge at me&lt;br /&gt;the hand of grief clutches my heart&lt;br /&gt;a friend must go against her will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in anguish the heavens open&lt;br /&gt;drops of despair fall from the Highest&lt;br /&gt;i droop in shame my soul is torn&lt;br /&gt;apart by the sheer elementary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wrong she has done&lt;br /&gt;no law she has broken&lt;br /&gt;no sin she has committed&lt;br /&gt;no end she has craved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet with such hopes she pushes&lt;br /&gt;with such strength she portrays&lt;br /&gt;her exuberant self pushes me&lt;br /&gt;to humiliation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her fault it wasn't her heart was pure&lt;br /&gt;but to no one the blame was pushed&lt;br /&gt;upon no one anger was beaten&lt;br /&gt;for her faith and love outshone all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i remember&lt;br /&gt;now i recall&lt;br /&gt;my reason for breathing&lt;br /&gt;for living on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the seduction of nature&lt;br /&gt;the appeal of relationships&lt;br /&gt;the love of the others&lt;br /&gt;the glory of overcoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live for the triumph&lt;br /&gt;i live for the peace&lt;br /&gt;i live for the joy&lt;br /&gt;i live for the wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my reason&lt;br /&gt;despite all odds&lt;br /&gt;despite all changes&lt;br /&gt;this is my reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends may betray&lt;br /&gt;enemies may succumb&lt;br /&gt;strangers may draw closer&lt;br /&gt;lovers may hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the beauty of faith&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of trust&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of love&lt;br /&gt;touches us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-4879174660488543825?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4879174660488543825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4879174660488543825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4879174660488543825' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-3208880191367929079</id><published>2008-05-24T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T06:15:31.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hellooo! I am Lindsay Lohan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY 14TH PINKIE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? I'm still older than you! (shut up about all that 'i'm maturer' bullshit) hahahaha! I hope you're having a killer whale of a time right now cuz i know i'm hell not, being stuck with all the bullshitty homework we got for the *coughs really loudly* (gazillion quotion marks) "holiday" and the fact that my butt refuses to respond to the pleas (well, i guess the wee back of my head, the little tiny voice in my head that's whining) my brain is attempting to send to get the shit off the chair and do something useful and get that bullshit fullscap paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, you're 14. this is when we finally sink into teenage phase of life and start annoying our parents a lot about all that 'you don't spend enough time at home' or 'we can't communicate' bullshit. yup, life could start sucking right now or start being a real party of your life. but all this depends on how you look at the stuff that's happening around you. i know you think your life sucks like shit right now but hell yeah, so what? i think my life sucks pretty bad right now but hey, on the outside i look pretty good right? so yeah, always put on a positive &lt;b&gt;out&lt;/b&gt;look (notice the OUT) and if you've got any complains about life let it all out somewhere where nobody but you can see it. one day, 20 years from now you'll look back on this book (or whatever you let it out on) and laugh your funny ass off about how ridiculous and petty all these things that got you so heated up were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened to me. i was having a pretty shit year last year but now that i'm looking back on my diary, i sometimes burst out laughing at all the ridiculous things i got so pissed and burnt out everything on 5 pages of my diary. now that you're 14, have the mature state of mind to handle your problems properly and always think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would Jesus do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Pinkie, and thanks for all those years of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, i have decided to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn this shitty ass decision &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't believe i'm skipping my first overseas camp with Tammy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't believe i'm actually letting band come into my walk with God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is ginormous huge humongous BULLSHIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Church camp. D+&lt;/span&gt; this sucks BIG TIME okay, i really can't believe i have to forgo all that fun in Malacca for what? for some stupid exchange with Bendemeer, some school i don't even LIKE, for some stupid audition thingummyit with Sir and a briefing on the itenary from the vendor and some (maybe not so stupid) workshop with Mr Nonami. I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. what kind of bad decision making is this? i dont' WANT to skip church camp for band. it's such a fucking hard decision to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's either stay in singapore and handle all this stuff for band which will probably help me to improve and all and get me pretty hyped up for the Beijing trip with the itenary and all OR (the big or) i go for church camp and enjoy bonding with my church friends (whom, incidentally i'm pretty close to) and room with some random girl around my age and have fun learning God's Word and stuff like that with late nights and fun days (ROTI PRATA MORNINGS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of decisions are those?! i'm barely 14, how the freaking hell am i supposed to choose between these two. WHY MUST THE BAND STUFF HAPPEN ALL WITHIN THE CHURCH CAMP PERIOD?! what kind of bad timing is that? that's like the WORST case of coincidence that's ever happened to me! I WANT to go for the church camp yet one part of me feels damn guilty about missing like THREE practises in a span of what? FIVE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is ridiculous, i don't HAVE to make stupid decisions like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-3208880191367929079?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3208880191367929079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3208880191367929079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3208880191367929079' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-8057952189373960339</id><published>2008-05-23T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:41:45.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M OFFICIALLY 14 YEARS OLD, 1 DAY AND 9 HOURS OLD. (well at the time i typed that stuff out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup, so i'm an oldie now, supposed to be more mature and whatnots. thanks to all who wished me a happy clappy birthday and for all the WONDERFUL presents i received. I LOVED THEM. like seriously speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, i don't exactly feel like typing out such a long post cuz i know if i do i will end up rambling on and on about my feelings and all which sucks (what the hell) and this is supposed to be a HAPPY post cuz yesterday was my birthday! which ROCKS incidentally. yup, me and cyn had fun yesterday being tossed up by our crazy friends and all. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit i need to get a new diary soon. that way i can rant properly and i won't hurt anybody's feelings or whatever. argh, i can't blog anymore. i've lost that zesty thing. that OOMPH. i think i'll just delete this blog. it's pretty useless anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha okay i shall delete this when i got the time. like 10 million years from now kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh pooh this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-8057952189373960339?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8057952189373960339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8057952189373960339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8057952189373960339' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-8145719111088454381</id><published>2008-05-13T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:05:24.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really cannot stand the way *numlock* is behaving. seriously, if you can't take it anymore then go deal with it some OTHER way. must i always be treated like your personal stress ball? i don't really give a funny damn if you don't like the way things are going and the way YOU are being treated because i can totally understand why ANYBODY is treating you that way. look at yourself, when things don't go your way you just burst out in complaints and you seriously don't have the human instinct to tell yourself when somebody just DOESN'T want to see, look or hear any part of you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you can do is complain and you don't do anything about it. you don't even try to change your character or try to think more about what OTHERS think about you. all you do is complain groan and moan about everything and anything under the sun. you can complain for all i care, just don't do it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, i'm watching some drama marian recommended today- hana yori dango. supposed to be really good and all and it's not turning out to be too bad yet. maths trail was fine today except for the fact that i lost my favourite exam pen there and i have no idea how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-8145719111088454381?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8145719111088454381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8145719111088454381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8145719111088454381' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-926618704395931545</id><published>2008-05-08T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T07:55:47.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCREW SA1 CUZ IT'S &lt;u&gt;OVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a shit about exams now?! +D i'm actually NOT staring at some stupid intelligent crap in the middle of the night anymore AND I CAN FINALLY RETURN TO BABY BLUES AND ZITSS!!!!! ooooh, i looooove zits. +D i can't believe i can actually use the computer with like &lt;b&gt;ZILCH&lt;/b&gt; guilt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one downfall. one bad side. one eeeeeevilness to all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more time for stephanie to have sectionals with the poor tortured horn section. talk about commitment man, she wants to have sectionals like TOMORROW which is the day her exams actually end! it's outrageous! PLUS it's &lt;u&gt;the&lt;/u&gt; day for the dry runs for IJ fiesta and i get this horrid feeling we're gonna screw up so badly that we have to cancel it. D+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention i may have a section outing on Monday which totally cancels out the plans i had with Beatrice, Pinkie and Sarah!!! and that sucks majorly big time kay. i mean, we're gonna have a section outing on 21st May, BAND outing even. and we'll have a huge huge one from 17 June to 23 June okayy?? just let me have this ONE day, one day in the SCHOOL week for my friends and i for bonding right? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for lunch at J8 (i know, us poor desolate desperate souls) at the food junction (poor poor souls) and then talk talk talk talk talk with Beatrice and Sarah then sarah had to go for her badminton thingjumi so beatrice and i sorta went window shopping and laughed at everything we saw. seriously, i just realised beatrice and i (or more like beatrice realised just now. i realised it quite a while back haha) laugh at the whole world. we laugh at a pretty small girl cuz we laughed at an acne infected adolescent. we laugh at mannequins because beatrice ends up laughing at me pounding at the glass window. it's damn funny seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, all my friends and the people i hang around with laugh at everything! (okay maybe it's just me but i'm humourous. i &lt;b&gt;find humour&lt;/b&gt;. habit of mind is it not?) haha this is kinda nice, considering it's only happening in sec school. ahh, i find youth such a humourous comedy +D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, continuing on my nodame cantabile now. shhhhht. no interruptions tanjewberrymuds. (people who got this email should be on the floor now. HAHAHAHAHAHAH!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-926618704395931545?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/926618704395931545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/926618704395931545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#926618704395931545' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-2173250314727530365</id><published>2008-05-02T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T07:37:53.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOO! i loved today's history paper ;D It rocked, it pebbled, it stoned, it bouldered, WHATEVER! it was just ultimately brilliant. (okay i may be counting my chicks before they hatch kinda thing but...) i think i'll get an &lt;b&gt;A1&lt;/b&gt; for this one +D Finally, all the studying that i did paid off. and God has yet again does his fantastically wonderfully nice surprises for us (like the 4 of us) cuz i was testing Sarah the stuff for history AND THEY ALL CAME OUT. like &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;EVERY SINGLE THING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. absolutely NOTHING was missed out at all and this is both freaky and great at the same time which makes the whole paper seem even better now +D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love &lt;b&gt;NEW SOUNDS IN BRASS 2005&lt;/b&gt; the album. +D this is like one of the best band albums (and also the only) i have EVER heard. it's got like all those cool modern songs like SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW and MRS ROBINSON. like OMG what kind of classical album has these kind of songs?! AHHH!!! it's super nice. like really, no joke kinda thing. and the saxophone is just... &lt;i&gt;heavenly&lt;/i&gt;. just blows you away. just like the horn. just like the trombones. just like the flutes. the whole damn band is AWESOME man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay pinkie's talking to me on the phone about "I shouldn't be Alive" and how some guy punched his way out of a crevasse with his friend on his back.  and now we just realised that all these episodes had two people in each situation. so we must all have friends and go everywhere with friends and die with our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i just realised how important friendship is. i mean it's like, i thought at the beginning of the year it would be a clean slate and everything. i sort of screwed it up myself with certain people/person/peoples yeah. but after this really weird moment when i suddenly just got pissed for this really petty reason (no i don't piss off for no reason) i realised the importance of our friendship and how much it actually meant. i'd like to think of myself as someone who you gotta take time to get to know, not just become major close friends in like a week kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes time to build a friendship that's strong and i think i'm proud to say that the friendship between the 4 of us (i'm sure we know who we are) is pretty much stronger this year and i'm really happy about that and all. +D hope that even as we get seperated in Sec 3 and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOO gonna go maffia now +D join facebook, it's fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just in case you think this is all super random, it's not cuz maffia's one of the facebook applications :D oh and when you join, add me! and check out my display pic :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-2173250314727530365?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2173250314727530365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2173250314727530365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2173250314727530365' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-3405674474058231038</id><published>2008-04-29T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:29:10.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If anybody tells you that women can multitask, go really close to him and swing the mighty sting of your ponytail on him and storm off. It's probably gonna be a guy saying it anyway considering men are hopeless in multitasking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have guy friends who can study, listen to music (seriously i can't even listen to classical songs while studying), eat and do all this in front of the computer, which, incidentally has like a zillion windows open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible i'm telling you. seriously, it's either just me or everybody else is having this problem too (is it even a problem?) and nobody's saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a reeeaaally long time since i've posted (and the last time wasn't too jolly now was it) and i think i'm going to propose to Blogger to just cancel off blogs that don't change/move/budge/breakdance in 4 months. This way, the cyber world won't be so polluted with stagnant blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like mine +D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads have happened. like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FANTASIA 7 WAS A HUGE BOMBARDING BLAST!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really REALLY good. (only on the 2nd day but friday goers don't need to know that) Great job to everybody who played for both nights and thanks to everyone who came and supported or help in any other way i have failed to mentioned or probably can't be bothered to mention. Thanks anyway. +D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, don't really feel like posting something extra long or full of somethings so i think i'll just end off here. how boring. the next time i post will probably be like... June when my brain decides to cut off all connections with me in frustration that i don't use it at all and start contemplating on how to take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap my mucus is dripping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-3405674474058231038?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3405674474058231038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3405674474058231038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3405674474058231038' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-1160396663983222772</id><published>2008-03-16T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T07:18:42.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHUT UP AND GO TO HELL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-1160396663983222772?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1160396663983222772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1160396663983222772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1160396663983222772' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-8903854034272261658</id><published>2008-03-15T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T06:03:06.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so i haven't posted in a long time. but then again, who actually has the time to switch on the computer, log on to blogger and type something super long to let some lucky free ass out there to read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, loads of people i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite an eventful week. i've learnt a lot of things about a lot of people (and i'm &lt;u&gt;SHOCKED&lt;/u&gt;) from a lot of people and also from experience. (yes, for example that very annoying two-faced chipmunk) St. Margs' concert was pretty good, just that the chamber music was &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; boooooring. seriously, all the violins and whatnots. not only do i find string instruments (except for the &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;GUITAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;) annoying and screechy, but they're just &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;really really &lt;i&gt;soft&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  and one more thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSES ARE OFFICIALLY REALLY EXPENSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello?! i paid like &lt;b&gt;FOUR BUCKS&lt;/b&gt; for one pathetic stalk of rose which i bet is not gonna live for very long. the florist even had the &lt;i&gt;nerve&lt;/i&gt; to say "oh not very long, like maybe 3 or 4 days." like ?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my fererro roche after the concert from marion (who looked unusually short amongst the rest) :D i was happy then. oh and apparently st margs uses the same discipline techniques as IJ band! BUT! the results are obviously so different. haha, i think we should all just convert to a military band. then if they give us a choice to quit or to stay, i shall run out and go to sailing or ODAC. i know netball's like no longer my passion anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band camp was basically shit. chipmunk was !#$%^&amp;amp;* annoying. umm... she/he/it was being her/his/it's usual dominating selfish idiotic self. but all in all i think i made new friends (yes with the stupid triangle square circle game) and realised what a stupid packer i am. everybody brought like two sets of clothes while me, the stupid packer brought like FOUR SETS. argh! yes so next year i shall not be the stupid packer and i will be smart and bring four sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh guess what:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left my toiletries bag in school on somebody's table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel super stupid now because it's like MY TOOTHBRUSH IS IN THERE! plus other &lt;i&gt;girl&lt;/i&gt; stuff. i hope no cleaner goes in (esp male ones) and UNZIPS IT and sees GASP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay darnit i got PW now. &gt;:( i hate projects. and to think i shall never escape it till after work. and to think i thought it was cool at first. yeah like 5 years ago. man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-8903854034272261658?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8903854034272261658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8903854034272261658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8903854034272261658' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6944641235899605397</id><published>2008-02-24T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T02:57:30.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real bad. Been moodswinging and PMS-ing everybody this week (or last week, depending on what your concept of a Sabbath is) Yup, and according to a few of my friends, it's pretty scary to see me damned and really pissed and annoyed one moment and happy dappy-ish the next. or maybe sad, miserable and depressed one moment and just really really mixed up the next. i dunno, i haven't been feeling good at all so i apologise to everybody in advance for this week (or next week, again depending on whether the Sabbath is the start of a new week or the end of one. frankly speaking, i think Sunday's should be the beginning of the week. makes me feel better to know that you're not starting your week on a horrible depressing note of school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm getting a bit paranoid and confused about certain issues now. I'm not sure if i'm leading myself into the right direction i want to take or if i'm doing the right thing. should the desire for popularity and being known and wanted overtake the part of your heart that cares and sympathises with others? is it right to even want these worldly things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what's it take to want to be the person everybody likes and yet retain that little goodness of yourself? i feel like i'm trying to read everybody's minds to see if i'm doing the right thing. I'm afraid to show and display my true self just because i know if i screw something up, my whole world's gonna turn away from me until i do something worthy enough of their attention and their "love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to a happier note, our OM script &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FINALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; got accepted and we can &lt;b&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/b&gt; work on our backdrop. the meeting ytd was pretty productive cuz we managed to get the backdrop done and started painting it. managed to figure out the base of it too after FORVER because of the visual person i am, i couldn't, for the life of me understand a word of what the 3 of them were discussing until i marched down with Pinkie to go get the stuff we were gonna use for the base. It's a &lt;i&gt;secret&lt;/i&gt; and the only clue i'm going to give is that it makes you fat but it's just so damn good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY climbed to the top of the spider web outside Pinkie's place ytd. :D I'm absolutely proud of myself and now my next task is to drag Sarah, screaming and kicking up there with Beatrice. &gt;:) okay, this is gonna sound weird but i've got a mozzie bite on my butt right now and it's seriously itching like shit. I CAN'T STAND IT! i &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; if i scratch it it's gonna leave a scab there and it's gonna hurt like hell when i shower in like 10 seconds but it's PISSING ME OFF!!! oh and Beatrice and i launched a war against the two fat aedes mosquitoes in Pinkie's attic. stupid flying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, service today was pretty uneventful, other than the fact that i just realised aaron's handwriting is freaking beautiful and flowery and that i went broke playing the stupid drum game in the arcade. i feel so stupid now. i went to church with 15 and i came back with 2.20. of course that includes lunch and the pocky for evelyn. speaking of whom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EVELYN'S BABY (AMOS) POPPED YESTERDAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sooooooo cool! and he is super cute and he's already learned to smile :D little fat thing. okay better go off and shower then complete my homework before my sister and dad come back from tennis and start screaming at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodle-loos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-6944641235899605397?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6944641235899605397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6944641235899605397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6944641235899605397' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-7079088268117026476</id><published>2008-02-06T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:09:02.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO PEEPS! KELLY IS BACK TO INJECT LIFE INTO HER EVER AWESOME BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR RATSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't that just brighten up your day? right, so yes i'm back and i'm up and typing and i'm also feeling damn tired. advice to everybody: do NOT (yes i mean do &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) sleep at 12 30AM and wake up at 12PM the next day. it totally disrupts your body routine and the rate your mind is thinking. let's say your thoughts are going at about 100km/h on normal days (which don't occur very often i tell you) if you do what i just told you NOT to do, your thought/s will stroll by at 35km/h and your movements will be like that of a slug. oh no wait, a slug AND a sloth. or maybe a snail too. but yes the whole point is, don't sleep for 12 hours straight even if you're trying to catch up on sleep because it tires out your whole body that has been lying down for 12 hours straight and ruins the rest of the day for you. so be smart and follow my advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't feel like blogging anymore right now after realising how little money i'm going to get this year and how much i'm pigging out. you know what? i think i will go and cycle and make myself feel better. bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-7079088268117026476?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7079088268117026476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7079088268117026476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7079088268117026476' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-4415985953742904340</id><published>2008-01-19T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T06:14:15.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking this through for a while already and i decided: okay i'm going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO DOWNLOAD THE FREE TRIAL OF PHOTOSHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the dang thing takes such a long long loooong time to load! and the stupid time estimated bar says FIFTEEN HOURS! and the "best" thing about it is that it just keeps INCREASING  the dang time. and that's not nice. photoshop is so awfully interesting but they don't let curious minds like mine get it in a snap and fool around with it. oh nooooooo we've gotta wait a full whole day in order to just try it for a mere 30 days. and i'm telling you this is just one of the few times i'm gonna be able to use the comp for rubbish. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to more important topics,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TIRE OF MY NEW BIKE'S PUNCTURED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASP! oh no! it's $90 and it's new and i just got it end of last year and it's awesome and i love it and now, it's punctured! &gt;:( that's not good! it's very upsetting and i don't like that! i tried to pump the stupid wheel like 3 times in a row but because i got so pissed, i finally realised that the stupid tire/tyre kept deflating after every pump! and that's very very infuriating! now i can't go down and cycle as and when i like and i've gotta wait till the bike gets its new wheel but by the time it's repaired i probably won't have that much free time to go and fool around on a bike anymore unlike now which is why i really really wanna go and cycle because i'm free and i know i won't be sooner or later but nooooooo my stupid bike just HAS to go and puncture itself and deflate and make my hands all black and dirty and make me angry too. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEway, i'm watching weird dramas now. i think they're funny. well, at least they're GONNA be cuz i haven't exactly started watching them yet because i'm posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i know i'm starting to sound like that dumb blonde on that old show ms mucek showed us. oh gosh i miss her already. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-4415985953742904340?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4415985953742904340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4415985953742904340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4415985953742904340' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-8305168085612850591</id><published>2008-01-13T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:38:42.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY WILL BE ON A HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am awfully sorry about this but yeah, school's taking up majority of my current priorities now and blogging is waaaaaay below the list. i guess i'll be seeing you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a long looong time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-8305168085612850591?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8305168085612850591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8305168085612850591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8305168085612850591' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-8676163424462520018</id><published>2008-01-04T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:35:19.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whattup reader.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is gonna be a really short post cuz I've got loads of work to do, but unfortunately i can't exactly start proper on it because miss Beatrice is not online and neither are the rest of the other people from the english "project" &gt;:( so i guess the research for lit all comes down to me. annoying, annoying, annoying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay forget it. I'm not even gonna post because i just have too much work to do! not to mention i haven't even STARTED on the stupid lit individual work! AND THERE ARE LIKE 7 BLOODY QUESTIONS TO ANSWER!!! what the heck?! the !#$%^&amp;amp; teacher didn't even TELL us what to do that IDIOT! now i'm absolutely clueless about how the HECK i'm gonna even START on the stupid lit homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only week one and i'm already disappointed with school. and i hate projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-8676163424462520018?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8676163424462520018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8676163424462520018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8676163424462520018' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6812848047990943105</id><published>2008-01-01T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:43:19.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a hell of a year this time :( prob even worse than PSLE year. i'm gonna make this a superdeeduper long post cuz this is prob gonna be the last time i'm posting considering i'm gonna be pretty darn busy. best of all, i've got sectionals on thursday. meaning that even before i'm through with the first week of school, i'm not home for lunch! how fantastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, let's get this year sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kelly's doom of a year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1&lt;/b&gt; Science project already assigned before school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2&lt;/b&gt; Band prac 3x a week + sectionals 1x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3&lt;/b&gt; Fantasia in April &lt;i&gt;oh no...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4&lt;/b&gt; Competition in June in &lt;u&gt;Beijing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5&lt;/b&gt; STREAMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6&lt;/b&gt; Odyssey of the Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i guess that's basically it. :( i feel overwhelmed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of school wasn't too fantastic cuz i already &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; my history teacher for being such a long-winded bore and i lost my key cuz i did something i knew i should have never done (put my wallet in my puny tiny spaceless pocket) and therefore lost my lock in the process too cuz there were like 6 phones, 2 ipods and 1 wallet in my locker. not to mention i just realised that my brain is stuck in pause and the gears are probably jammed up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... at least we still managed to get tanAL as our form teacher, (thank you GOD!) lockers, a partner i don't absolutely hate/dislike/detest/have something really really big against her (thank you Beatrice!) and a classroom that's not any higher up than 3 storeys :D goodbye step climbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose since it's the right time i'd have to put up my resolutions huh? NO WAY SUCKERS! my resolutions are all personal and private and there's no way anybody is ever going to get any access to it howsoever! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'know, i somehow managed to convince my mum to give me her old phone which is like NOT old at all because it's got so many cool functions that my previous phone never had because THAT was super old and outdated &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i don't have the ******* USB cable to download the pictures from it and download music into it D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what rubbishit is that i ask you?! i canNOT believe she refuses to bring the cable home from her darn office &gt;:( that makes me really upset and i don't like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooookay, nothing much to blog about considering nothing much happened today. OH YAH! my sub english teacher is crazy! she's like ms shanthi in the guai loh version! PLUS she's younger than my brother! by TWO years! what the heck?! but she's cool. a bit on the nutter edge but i can take that. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll just go off and do something constructive and not waste my time here rotting away. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-6812848047990943105?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6812848047990943105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6812848047990943105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6812848047990943105' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6273685076211500194</id><published>2007-12-28T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T00:08:17.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FEAR NOT. I AM HERE TO HOLD YOUR HAND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and watch you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. my deepest apologies for keeping you guys waiting for this long awaited post. i know you all miss me and you're simply just &lt;b&gt;dying&lt;/b&gt; for something written by my 9 fingers! (the left thumb doesn't do anything. HAH gotcha there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of stuff happened while i was gone. one of the most major events was the dearly loved and missed annual BASIC camp! :D guess i had some fun. i wasn't really expecting to have like LOADS AND LOADS of fun and be really really happy and all but i still managed to enjoy my time spent there at PGPR (aka &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;rince &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;eorge's &lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;ark &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;esidences) and make new friends! &lt;i&gt;as the highlight always is&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho i totally made a fool out of myself and i can bet everybody's gonna rmb this for a looong time, i can admittedly say that i had fun on stage during the &lt;u&gt;Finale Night&lt;/u&gt;. :D  the skit was really impromptu but my group still managed to get like 4th overall! i'm really proud of y'all :D of course for once, everybody contributed and that resulted in a very successful performance. not to mention we also had somebody in our group who studied filming and all those movie stuff. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another major event was the FAB little &lt;b&gt;ice-skating&lt;/b&gt; trip that the BASIC people made to jurong east fuji ice center! (or something along those lines) i had LOADS of fun there cuz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LEARNT HOW TO ICE SKATE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to people like clare, samantha, jess, tammy :D hahaha, han mae was like escorted practically the whole time by two other girls and when they were skating by themselves, she was stuck to the wall o.O yup, so i can proudly claim that i didn't waste my $14.70 there cuz i made new friends too! and i learnt new stuff and i grew closer to some people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after skating we went for lunch and i think the caramel choc i had before didn't agree with my stomach, had a little dispute with it, made it's mark and left when han mae starting spoon-feeding me. (yeah i know, spoon-feeding?!) i'm telling you she's nuts about taking pictures. my phone is not safe when she's around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went with clare, dwight and luke to watch a movie but when i found out (to my utter most horror) that alvin and the chipmunks was showing at 5.40 and they wanted to watch i am legend, i hastily prayed for a miracle and my phone (thank you GOD) rang and i managed to escape from yet another bad movie. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i got myself into some "shopping" with han mae, jess, samantha, natalie and samuel. -.- i don't even know if i should thank GOD anymore. hah. the walking around endlessly (and getting LOST because some genius went to roxy instead of the mrt) made the aching from ice skating even WORSE cuz the skates were damn tight (thanks to tammy. but then again, she saved me from a sprained ankle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was super super tired when i went home but all in all, it was worth it. :D okay i'm going to cut my hair now so tata dearies and pray that my hair won't look like crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-6273685076211500194?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6273685076211500194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6273685076211500194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6273685076211500194' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-3018408457781031060</id><published>2007-12-18T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T02:43:46.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh puh-lease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-3018408457781031060?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3018408457781031060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3018408457781031060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3018408457781031060' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-1921957821577877166</id><published>2007-12-18T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T02:42:51.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aww maaan... camp's in approx. 21.5hrs and i really don't know why i'm not exactly jumping for joy at the prospect of most likely staying in a single room all by myself in strangerland PLUS being mangled by my evil friends who posted THE most embarassing videos on me on &lt;b&gt;youtube&lt;/b&gt; every. single. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ANYWAY! looking on the brighter side of today, I have finally finished packing my room AND wrapping all of my textbooks without any help from anybody :D i feel so proud of myself! so this just leaves me with the few million Christmas cards i have left to make. OH and i need some opinions and advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i give my church friends (as a mass gift giving kind of thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. CANDY CANES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. COOKIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. CHOCOLATE! (i dunno what kind tho')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. &lt;s&gt;ALL OF THE ABOVE!&lt;/s&gt; A FAKE ROSE! (i dunno where to get these from OR how to make em' o.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really like the idea of cookies honestly speaking and as for chocolates, i have no clue what kind to give and it doesn't seem like a very... Christmas-y gift. BUT! candycanes are absolutely perfect (to me) cuz i can actually attach a small card to every single one of them and give them out PLUS they're really really easy to carry around and they're probably one of the best things to eat around Christmas time next to log cakes and big big feasts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for a rose.. it doesn't seem too appropriate for Christmas. more of concerts or valentine's day and stuff like that. plus, i have no idea where everybody got those fake roses during the concert neither do i know how to construct a rose out of paper and pipe cleaners. o.O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it is decided then, i shall go to the supermarket this weekend and get a whole box of a dozen candy canes and prepare little tiny cards and give them out to my dear church friends! :D i hope they like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i haven't forgotten my wonderful SCHOOL friends just yet! i have/am going to prepared/prepare Christmas cards! but of course, my designs are limited (and apparently, so is my marker ink ):&lt;) so not ALL of you will have the honour of receiving one of my very special cards but FEAR NOT! you may expect one on a very special day! ;D mind you these cards are taking FOREVER to do. i've only done like....*counts fervently* FOUR! and i've got like... *counts even more fervently* FOUR more to go! that's a hell lot of cards! and as much as i'd love to send some overseas, time constrains me. sighh.. i'm seriously considering stealing some of my sister's cards. BUT NEVER FEAR! i must persevere and move on! i must persist and complete this unnerving task BY TODAY! that is, &lt;i&gt;after&lt;/i&gt; SOMEBODY gets out of the room now &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so now that i've sorted out the bulk of my problems, let us review the darling LIST again shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority ONE&lt;/b&gt;/ Finish maths!&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority TWO&lt;/b&gt;/ Throw paper into recycling bin!&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority THREE&lt;/b&gt;/ Clean up room! &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority FOUR&lt;/b&gt;/ Read at least 2 books by the end of the year!&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority FIVE&lt;/b&gt;/ Finish up your Christmas cards! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOAH! that means i'm neeaarly done! and that ALSO means i will be done by today because i am TOTALLY going to finish my cards by today. but i'll also have to find a way to get people's addresses because apparently nobody uses the snail mail system anymore until Christmas :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay now on to my Mystery Hunters on KIDS CENTRAL! &lt;i&gt;the one place for fun!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-1921957821577877166?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1921957821577877166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1921957821577877166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1921957821577877166' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-7532064058313174643</id><published>2007-12-14T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T07:31:21.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Couple of issues I'd like to discuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAND IS SUCH A RIP-OFF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who the BLEEP! chose &lt;s&gt;Beijing&lt;/s&gt; over (trumpets sound and the chorus sings) &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;OSAKA!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ?!?! okay, so maybe Beijing offers more experience and more learning opportunities but when we go, it'll be TWO MONTHS before the Olympics! can you imagine what'll be going on there? It'll be super super super busy everywhere considering everybody's gotta buck up for tourists AND prices are gonna shoot up to take advantage of the large number of visitors to the country who are OBVIOUSLY gonna buy souvenirs and stay in top-notch hotels! Plus! there'll be this much &lt;-------------&gt; of a chance that everybody will get food poisoning or something (sorry china, i really didn't mean this in a bad way) bascially, here's a boo-boo face to band for picking Beijing instead of beautiful, fresh-airish, sceneric OSAKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt;:p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need books. no, seriously speaking my brains are deciding to move out cuz i don't use them at all. I need something that will stimulate brain activity and challenge my mind so that i won't go to school like some sort of lazy doofus bum who didn't do anything during the holidays except for slug around and stared at big square things with colourful lights. come come let me show you the list i wanna read fast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 people you meet in Heaven by &lt;b&gt;Mitch Albom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Child called It by &lt;b&gt;David Pelzer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any book by &lt;b&gt;Jodi Picoult&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Memory Keeper's Daughter by &lt;b&gt;Kim Edwards&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Dark Materials trilogy by &lt;b&gt;Phillip Pullman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Kill your Husband (and other handy household hints) by &lt;b&gt;Kathy Lette&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lady in Blue by &lt;b&gt;Javier Sierra&lt;/b&gt; (it's a ghost story for those who have the list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Notebook by &lt;b&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy Woman Seeks Wife by &lt;b&gt;Annie Sanders&lt;/b&gt; (oh man, this is COOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;might consider&lt;/i&gt; The Debutante Divorcee by &lt;b&gt;Plum Sykes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Neverending Story by &lt;b&gt;Michael Ende&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;how ironic...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Belgariad by &lt;b&gt;David Eddings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fallon Legacy by &lt;b&gt;Robert Jordan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think that should be enough :D i think i will have to bring the reading list along with me to the library cuz they're (surprisingly and i'm half-willing to admit it) quite appealing and the reviews are not that bad really. esp Busy Woman Seeks Wife which is REALLY cool and besides, who'd expect a CONVENT school to allow it's kids to read books that include vulgarities and sex? HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever thought about what it'll be like to live in Heaven? the endless realm of peace, joy and happiness, the home of God and all his beautiful angels and their strong voices praising Him? I mean, look at it seriously. If you're a Christian, you go to Heaven. You go to Heaven and you live &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FOREVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;forever. think about that. isn't it a tingey bit &lt;i&gt;freaky&lt;/i&gt;? look at it, you're gonna be living forever and ever, you're gonna exist for the rest of eternity and there's never EVER going to be an end? i mean, you wake up everyday knowing that there's an end for all of us, that one day we'll all leave our earthly bodies and return home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it scare you to know that you're gonna be aware of your surroundings (perhaps not breathing, i wouldn't know.) and you're gonna know you're around for the rest of whatever period of time God decides to let you. oh btw, the time on my clock now is 11 22PM. cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. okay, maybe "living" (or existing) in Heaven is gonna be a totally different experience compared to living in this horribly contorted world and we're gonna enjoy it and all. but all things come to an end right? sure there's no pain and stuff but won't you get used to it, start getting maybe a teensy weensy little bit bored of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What DOES the end mean anyway? what would it be like for everything to end? what would it be like to NOT know what's going on, to NOT know that you exist or not and to just not be there at all? we've come so far, so many years of knowing that the fact we're around makes a difference. but what about when we're &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; around anymore? what happens to us if there's no Heaven or Hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, if there's no Heaven or Hell then we won't even BE alive. righty. but living forever, going on and on and on and on. you think that surely there's an end at the end but there's none! there's nothing that's gonna stop us from existing and to stop our souls from knowing that part of us is around and this is going to continue FOR THE REST OF THE EXISTENCE OF HEAVEN. which is a hell lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine if we get to go back down to earth, invisible? okay maybe an angel or two can tag along with us or something but yeah! can you imagine if you die young and you get to attend your own funeral and you check out and see whether anybody attended it or whether it's only your family? I wonder if God will let us do that cuz i know i really want to even though none of that's gonna matter when you're in Heaven cuz in Heaven, everybody loves everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaan, i can't wait. i wanna go NOW. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-7532064058313174643?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7532064058313174643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7532064058313174643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7532064058313174643' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5887506326057297264</id><published>2007-12-13T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T05:35:32.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i debated with myself about the stupidity of blogging a couple of days ago but i'm doing this all for the sake of my dear friend, Beatrice who is about to get trapped in a snowstorm and i have no idea if it will affect her internet but here it is, for you beatrice you little nuthead who missed the Golden Compass with us &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Golden Compass&lt;/b&gt; today with Grace, Lisa, Natasha &amp;amp; Sarah! I went to the SC with Grace first to collect something for my sister so that's pretty unimportant. we met sarah at the platform because we all figured out that meeting at the control station would be pretty pointless considering all we'd have to do is just cross over to the other side to go to &lt;b&gt;Bugis&lt;/b&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay beatrice, Sarah doesn't really look that much different after her haircut, just that even tho it's shorter it doesn't make her look that much like a boy anymore. hahaha! right, back to the platform at &lt;b&gt;City Hall&lt;/b&gt;. we managed to find Lisa and Natasha by their &lt;u&gt;noise&lt;/u&gt;. well actually it was just Lisa's noise. HAHAHA! yup, so then we went to bugis and had a VERY HARD TIME trying to find a place to have lunch. amazing how indecisive we all were. (I wasn't! i just wanted to sit down and eat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we FINALLY decided to eat at &lt;b&gt;Pastamania&lt;/b&gt;. Lisa was in one of her noisy moods (again *-*) and so was kinda bringing the house down &lt;i&gt;sigh...&lt;/i&gt; neway, we ate then we left and walked around a bit, took like ONE neoprint (thank you God!) then went to get our popcorn, cheesedogs and drinks and MOVIE TIME!!! :D the movie was pretty good and the ice bears were AAAWESOME!!! i love it when the ground trembles whenever they fall back to their 4 paws. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you sitting in between Grace and Sarah during a movie could be one of the noisiest things that ever happened to me during a moive. Sarah was on one side, telling me all the parts that Hollywood got wrong and all the parts she liked and Grace was on the other going HAHAHA! very good! at the fighting parts and she was laughing at the weirdest times. so i guess that's kinda self-explanatory. hahaha, but it was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i shall embark on my mission to find the book on sunday. not forgetting my camp clothes which i haven't (worryingly) gotten yet and camp's in less than a week away. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the movie, there was a potty time during which only sarah went off to. we grabbed a couple of drinks at starbucks and then left bugis for home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and pinkie, if you ever read this, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! don't get mad at me or sarah or grace or lisa or natasha for not inviting you to this cuz you were in Krabi Island and and we didn't know whether you knew that we were going to watch it without you but since we did i'm really really really sorry even though you've probably watched it on the plane but i'm really really really sorry if i have disappointed you and i really seriously hope that you won't pick up the phone right this minute and yell down my ear because we all thought of you before planning this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't kill me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5887506326057297264?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5887506326057297264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5887506326057297264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5887506326057297264' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-8302925694520724987</id><published>2007-12-11T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:19:34.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after much much much contemplation and reflection and THINKING, i have decided to add on to my Christmas list :D okay, so shoot me for being greedy, but TIS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7! A new sling bag!!! yes, or a haversack would be pretty cool too cuz i need a bigger bag for school and my current sling bag ain't gonna do and my OTHER haversack is GINORMOUS so that won't do either. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8! A new, cool windbreaker! i'm telling you the one that we're getting for Beijing is DISGUSTING. seriously, who's gonna wear a jacket that doesn't sport it's bright colours but instead hides it INSIDE?! maaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9! TO KILL ALL OF MY CHURCH FRIENDS THIS INSTANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS you &lt;b&gt;cannot&lt;/b&gt; imagine how freaking pissed i am right now! I FEEL LIKE WRINGING ALL OF THEIR NECKS AND SNAPPING THEIR BACKBONES AND FRYING THEM OVER A SLOW HOT FIRE AND THEN BURNING THEM AND FLUSHING THEIR ASHES DOWN THE TOILET BOWL! WHAT SHIT IS THIS! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU SHOULD JUST GO TO HELL AND BURN AND SUFFER THERE AND DIE DIE DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETTER YET, LET ME DO IT FOR YOU! YOU STINKY POOPY SON OF A @^#%@$!@! YOU ARE SO @!#$%^&amp;amp; ANNOYING ALRIGHT! YOU GUYS ARE ANNOYING BEYOND ANYBODY I'VE MET BEFORE! EVER HEARD OF ANYTHING CALLED LIMITS?! LINES?! BOUDARIES?!?!?! WELL OBVIOUSLY NOT, IF NOT YOU WOULDN'T HAVE DONE WHAT YOU DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sure you might just go and say "but this is MINE so i surely have the right to do what i want with it" BUT I'M THE DAMN MAIN PERSON IN IT YOU NITWITS! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOUR @!#$%^&amp;amp; BRAINS HUH?! EVER HEARD OF ANYTHING CALLED JUSTICE? CALLED RIGHTS? CALLED LIBERTY?! I'D BETCHA HAVEN'T SINCE YOU'RE ALL SO @!#$%^&amp;amp; DUMB! ASSES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GET TO DECIDE WHAT IS TO BE DONE WITH THE ___________ BECAUSE I'M THE MAIN PERSON IN IT! EVEN IF YOU WANTED TO __________ POST IT SURELY YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME FIRST AND ASKED ME WHETHER IT WAS ALRIGHT, RIGHT?! YOU FOOLS! YOU ASSES! WHERE ON EARTH DID YOUR BRAINS GO?  oh hang on, DID YOU EVEN HAVE ANY?! YOU TWIT! NOTHING, NOTHING RIGHT NOW COULD EXPRESS MY FURY, MY ANGER, MY HATRED RIGHT NOW OKAY, BECAUSE WHAT YOU GUYS HAVE DONE HAS JUST PROVED THAT NONE OF YOU @!#$$%^&amp;amp;^ FOOLS EVEN CARE ABOUT WHAT I THINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF YOU HAVE PUSHED ME TO THE LIMIT AND I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE. IT IS NOT RIGHT TO DO WHAT YOU HAVE DONE OKAY. i'm really very very very furious and frustrated at what you guys have just done and it's annoying me. you guys just keep pushing me and making fun of me, yeah sure it's all for the fun of it but there's such a thing called control and obviously none of you have mastered that yet. i have limits too because i'm human too okay? can't you just all go and behave like proper civilised humans and not play around with me like i've got no feelings, no limits, no line that you shouldn't cross but clearly you've leapt across it and danced all over it. i like to have fun too but the kind of fun you guys have in mind is clearly that the one i do because you're all behaving just like barbarians right now. and i hate you. i really really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-8302925694520724987?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8302925694520724987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8302925694520724987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8302925694520724987' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5633980904625114030</id><published>2007-12-10T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T05:38:20.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that since Christmas is coming, drawing up &lt;u&gt;THE&lt;/u&gt; list should seem appropriate. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KELLY'S CHRISTMAS LIST xD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1! Mountain bike :D oh yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2! SIMS 2! OOOOOH YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3! MORE COLOURFUL SOCKS! OH YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4! Necklace + anklet please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5! T-shirts! i seriously need these, i think i'm running out of them AND i'm turning into an outfit repeater o.O shirts are IN now (at least in my world (:) &amp;amp; i need my blouses! GACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6! New shoes! yep, this includes a new pair of heels for New Year's dinner. PLUS a new pair of sports shoes. i'm wearing out this one already. &lt;i&gt;it's turning grey... worrying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think that's about it. i shall be kind to not post too much so this list won't disappear into thin air and never ever come back because this darn thingo doesn't have archives dangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPEFULLY, there's an outing comin' up this thursday for the &lt;b&gt;Golden Compass&lt;/b&gt;. i think it should be quite good considering it's like &lt;u&gt;4 STARS&lt;/u&gt; and not that many movies with a rating of PG get that kind of review. good, this should be worth my money unlike fred claus which is the stupidest movie around and with a few annoying kids who won't shut their mouths, it makes the whole movie worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'know, i've been wondering. what's blogging for? are some people actually, perhaps, right that blogging is a total waste of time? i mean, c'mon who's gonna be interested in what you've been doing these days, esp if you're me, nothing. and you gotta admit, if it's not about the day's happenings, it's gonna be gossip or rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess that's basically it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANG ON! that means i've been wasting my time all along?! i've been wasting minutes away, typing away on this plastic thing FOR NO REASON!? aww man, i've gotta have a word with my advisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no seriously speaking, who and why on earth was blogging created? after blogger came xanga, blogdrive, livejournal, and whoelseknowswhat. and what's it all for? for other people to get to know you better? aww c'mon what's the chances of meeting other people through your blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for other people to find out more about you without knowing and one day creep behind you with smelly rotting teeth, bad breath, unshaved chin, rat's nest of a hair, ragged clothes and bare feet and then RAPE YOU ROB YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RYRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i suppose blogging serves as a refuge for bored people like me :( next time you see a dead blog, think: that guy/girl must be having a hell of a time right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh here's a song i remembered from not long ago :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms,&lt;br /&gt;they drive me CRA-ZY!&lt;br /&gt;Crazy? I was crazy once,&lt;br /&gt;they put me in a home&lt;br /&gt;i died there&lt;br /&gt;then the worms came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms,&lt;br /&gt;they drive me CRA-ZY!&lt;br /&gt;Crazy? I was crazy twice,&lt;br /&gt;they put me in a home&lt;br /&gt;i died there&lt;br /&gt;then the worms came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms,&lt;br /&gt;they drive me CRA-ZY!&lt;br /&gt;Crazy? i was crazy thrice,&lt;br /&gt;they put me in a home&lt;br /&gt;i died there&lt;br /&gt;then the worms came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worms? I hate worms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and now you probably hate me too. HAHAHA!!! ain't it such a nice limerick? i've got another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window, the window,&lt;br /&gt;the second storey window!&lt;br /&gt;with a heave and a huff&lt;br /&gt;and a mighty shove!&lt;br /&gt;THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle twinkle little star,&lt;br /&gt;how i wonder what you are?&lt;br /&gt;WITH A HEAVE AND A HUFF&lt;br /&gt;AND A MIGHTY SHOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, it goes on with different nursery rhymes. it's pretty fun! when i meet you, i'll sing it to you till no end! &gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5633980904625114030?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5633980904625114030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5633980904625114030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5633980904625114030' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-7667777777121642986</id><published>2007-12-08T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T07:34:21.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my life has lost it's meaning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, seriously speaking i think it really has. band has stopped (woah) giving me more time to myself and i really can't bring myself to deal with the mess on my side of the room :( plus, working out doesn't exactly seem like the best thing in the world right now due to my lazy-pig syndrome and (dangit) even my blog is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIGH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the cherry on top of the "sundae", i haven't gone out with my friends &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;AT ALL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. bigger SIGH.. it's like 17 days to Christmas which is actually equivalent to 17 more free days for outings with friends and the one i made to wheelock place with grace and anabel doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS MY LIFE SO PATHETICALLY BORING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the minus side, even if there IS something on for me, it's band and i've gotta suffer with (not stephanie, she's getting nicer [&amp;amp; wackier] and the section's more bonded :D) somebody who simply cannot be bothered to control THE SMELL. no, seriously you have to be considerate and consider how we, the bystanders would feel if we had to stand it all the time. it's not that you're an evil smelly monster or something, you're nice. you just need to be more considerate and less selfish and just start bringing wet wipes or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least there's a CHURCH outing coming up :D guess i could look forward to that. PLUS! the golden compass  is finally out! (okay so it was out like 2 days ago) and that equals to ANOTHER OUTING! another PLUS! section outing is 99% probably happening and &lt;i&gt;hopefully&lt;/i&gt; we get to go to escape and use our FREE tickets! aaaaand drive the go kart! :D whoo hooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmb the priority lists? let's have a quick run through of what i have accomplished so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO-DO-LIST &lt;i&gt;EOY holidays, 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority ONE/ Finish maths!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority TWO/ Throw paper into recycling bin!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority THREE/ Clean&lt;/s&gt; up room!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;almost there..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority FOUR/ Read at least 2 books by the end of the year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;i read 4!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority FIVE/ Learn a new piano song!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;i can't accomplish this cuz Beatrice took her piano book to America :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;END OF TO-DO-LIST &lt;i&gt;EOY holidays, 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so maybe now my life has new meaning :D but i have to add one more priority:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority SIX&lt;/b&gt;/ Brush up on Chinese by finishing that book laoshi lent you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is very important cuz i don't wanna go back to school as some dumbass who has been lazing around all holidays. i must also brush up on my maths and maybe science too. geog... nahh i think i should rmb most of what i learnt already tho the forests have flown out of my head already. okay it's getting a bit late now and i have to get ready for bed so that i can sleep early and get up early and happy and not cranky so that i can go to church a happy little teenage girl and not growl and snap at the first thing that irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye for now(GBFN) LOL!&lt;br /&gt;tata for now (TTFN)&lt;br /&gt;see you later (SYL)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;oui, merci!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-7667777777121642986?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7667777777121642986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7667777777121642986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7667777777121642986' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-3618812738885314879</id><published>2007-12-07T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T05:58:30.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rub-a-dub-dub!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the grub! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two band pracs have been &lt;u&gt;shit&lt;/u&gt;. seriously speaking, i don't think i've been playing my best and considering how demoralising Mr Tan can be, i dont' think anyone else has been either for fear of making the wrong sound which results in a very held back junior + senior band. how the heck are we gonna be able to play for the sec 1 orientation next year when we barely have two weeks to practise and learn the two songs? pssh, mr tan can just go to hell &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on the last band pract before the "long" break, (two weeks -.-) Grace and I stayed back to &lt;b&gt;wash&lt;/b&gt; our horns. no seriously, i mean WASH as in dunk the horn into a basin of soapy water and scrub it kind of wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh pooh. my life's pretty boring and blogging about it is (naturally) boring. but &lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;, i went to wheelock place with anabel and grace! but it was not too eventful. why is my life so boring?! what has happened to the vibrant burst of colour everyday? what has happened to da LOVE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has happened to Kelly who used to blog so sensibly and is now jabbing away gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, i'll take a break now until i find that OH i've got something to post about. until then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-3618812738885314879?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3618812738885314879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3618812738885314879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3618812738885314879' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-4277185982101604581</id><published>2007-12-03T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T04:06:06.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY 150TH POST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorta like my 150th anniversary or something. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAND CONCERT WAS A BLAST!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; if you didn't go you're a twit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, seriously it was. okay, so st marg's junior band was just a tingey little bit &lt;s&gt;better&lt;/s&gt; than OUR junior band. BUT THEIR GREENSLEEVES WASN'T GOOD!!! fine, i'm jealous. so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the concert was really really good, and although i got blisters from running around chasing after beatrice and myself (o.O) and tearing my stockings in the process, i enjoyed myself &lt;b&gt;A LOT&lt;/b&gt; and i seriously pity the people who had to miss this because not only did they miss out on the experience, they also missed out on the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FUN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes Wan Ying i mean you. you evil woman who was sitting back sniggering at my silliness when i was doing the CAN CAN in front of your family! i'd have kicked you in your nostrils if it wasn't for my guilty conscience and the fact that beatrice was kinda blocking my way too. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this giant bouquet of flowers from my family+marianne, 2 white roses from the very very weird, pervertic and strangely nice ming en and anne, a pink rose from beatrice, wang wang from florence and half a merci chocolate from st marg's. :D i'm happy with what i got. OH YEAH not forgetting the pretty PINK necklace from pinkie. hahaha! but no fair, sarah got the shark tooth! she ALWAYS gets the cool stuff! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the concert we were allowed like a max of about 10 minutes to visit our friends and we all gave everybody big big huggies for i-dunno-what-reason, then we went back to the band room, de-brief and HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was deadbeat when i reached home, but all worth it in the end :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i really need to go and workout. i mean, i've been pigging out a lot and indulging in a lot of grubs and junkies. :( okay, so i admit it now. i've got a weakness for junk food. ): and i'm not too happy or over-excited about it cuz that's the reason why i'm so fat. i think i will go and swim tmr and make myself feel better. i will do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim first, to build up my stamina cuz it's kinda easier for me to build up stamina in the pool where the water supports your weight and not your poor, ready-to-collapse-under-my-fats legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run next, to tone up my muscles and (of course) drop the fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue doing this PLUS eating healthy = no fast food (i hate it anyway) and absolutely NO junkies for the rest of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way, i'll go back to school looking as healthy as ever, never mind the big legs or butt of flabby arms (which, i hope, will have disappeared by then) i really wanna look healthy cuz right now i don't. my nails arent' as pink as before and my face tends to have this droopy touch to it all the time. i had to "plaster" a smile on my face to look &lt;i&gt;better&lt;/i&gt; (not good) on concert night. sigh.. hopefully i will be vigilant and keep up with my own plan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me all the best! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!! to my close friends, do not expect presents but maybe a little something plus sentimental feelings :D &lt;i&gt;awww...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i dont' exactly expect anything from you guys cuz you know, the spirit of Christmas is not about the presents but about celebrating the birth of Jesus and the sacrificial gift from God. which is how presents come into play i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, before i move off for dinner and put on more weight, just liked to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS TO EVERYBODY WHO SUPPORTED CHIJ CONCERT BAND! I LOVE YOU :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-4277185982101604581?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4277185982101604581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4277185982101604581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#4277185982101604581' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6013227880798880414</id><published>2007-11-29T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T05:50:10.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody. Kelly is back again and she shall attempt to speak in third person, referring to herself as Kelly. Kelly is probably going to do this for only 3 paragraphs or so because Kelly thinks that the first three sentences are pissing Kelly off. Kelly shall now proceed to talking about band. Oh yes and Kelly just remembered that the concert is in less than two days' time and Kelly thinks that if you haven't bought a ticket, you are an idiot because there is currently nobody to sell you a ticket and you shall have to stick around outside the hall and try to catch a peep and Kelly thinks that by doing that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly had fun during band today but Kelly thinks that the band uni is too hot and stick-to-your-body-ish which makes Kelly smell musky and BO-ish and Kelly thinks that nobody would like to smell like that, which is when DEOdorant comes into the picture. However, due to the strict regulations of the band room which doesnt' require a card to go in by the way, prohibits any user of the band room to spray any amount of whatever from a can as it may damage the instrument, leaving Kelly to come to a conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either nobody in the band has BO after they sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are willing to sacrifice their fresh air to save the quality of their instruments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and Kelly has decided NOT to speak in third person anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi i'm back. :D appears so has everybody else. the AEP girls are back, most of the people i know on holiday are back and &lt;i&gt;of course&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;i'm&lt;/b&gt; back. hehe, missed me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't really feel like blogging much now... i just wanna go watch my &lt;u&gt;HEROES&lt;/u&gt; and chill out. ;D band tmr starts at like EIGHT which is seriously waaay too early for me, the pig. i mean, i'm going to school at EIGHT to do what? to go and dance the cha cha and get pissed off at miss bossy because she's being BOSSY. &gt;:p seriously, she needs to bring herself down to earth and stop thinking that she's the one who's always right and therefore has the almighty right to order her "subordinates" around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont' wanna wake up so early :( i just came back from like 6 days of sleeping on the floor and i really &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;REALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; need to catch up on my sleep. O on the minus side, st margs is coming over tmr for the full dress rehearsel AND my church friend is in the main band and i'm not exactly ready to look at anybody from church now considering i just came back from a solid 72 hours with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh pooh. concert's this saturday and i don't exactly feel that the junior band is ready and the fact that the hall is just super echo-y &lt;b&gt;doesn't&lt;/b&gt; help one bit. it takes a whole lot of time to adapt to the weird environment and the shorten the long notes AND short notes. i just don't think we sound good enough to show the rest yet but this thing's gonna happen in ONE day dude! ONE DAY! that's not enough to perfect our songs and brush up on our articulation and what crap. ): i just really hope that my very FIRST concert will turn out to be okay and that &lt;u&gt;nobody&lt;/u&gt; will squeak/scope/fall down/scream/make funny faces/puke/all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaanyway, i will REALLY go and watch my heroes now and then go off to beddy beddy time :D tata peepos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-6013227880798880414?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6013227880798880414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6013227880798880414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6013227880798880414' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5836932575142485402</id><published>2007-11-24T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T02:53:21.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM BACK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betcha missed me huh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was kinda... watcha call it? fun actually. we were told that camp would be super strenuous and everything and it would be intensive practise and all. turns out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only for the seniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!!! and then i realised,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be a senior next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn it. i was that close to rubbing it in my seniors' faces. the night walk was stupidly scary. i'm telling you Roslyn is super good at scaring people and she totally scared the WITS out of all of us. she was like, "Let me tell you this: what you believe will come true and what you don't will not. Fear is just a state of mind, so if you think that there is someone there, then there is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE?! we all totally freaked out! but in the end the "scary" part (though scary) was stupid -.- all in all i think i didn't really gain anything new like i expected cuz we were SUPPOSED to have an instrument workshop which was initially postponed from friday to saturday but now to after concert. &gt;:( not good. and st margeret's was SUPPOSED to come down on friday but i dunno &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; happened, they didn't. -O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH! there was this part during the night walk when Roslyn and a few other seniors had to go up and look for the senior comm cuz they weren't responding when she called them down. OMG the senior comm is &lt;u&gt;super&lt;/u&gt; sneaky i tell you! they scared the living daylights out of the seniors who went up and all the juniors downstairs were cheering for their lives! &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes we evil juniors. but you really should have heard it, it was &lt;b&gt;priceless&lt;/b&gt;. then we had SUPPER! sinful, fattening, unhealthy prata, but who cares?! IT'S SUPPER! it was really really good and for the first time in camp i was actually having some fun :D oh right,  this is the 2nd day btw. and it's at night. (duh, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;NIGHT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; walk) then we had fruits and Sarah and Shipei dropped by to say hello when we were doing the dum dum diddy diddy thing. it's addictive i tell you. if i ever bring my friend from church over to school, she will freak out to see so many people clapping to the very same beats she taught me and the other church friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes taught us a NEW dum dum diddy diddy which i'm giong to teach my church friend :D it's kinda painful on the chest but really cute. somebody(s) was/were being really really annoying and bossy and high and mighty and that really pissed me off (in relation to my previous post on band camp) so what i predicted actually sorta came true but i didn't blow :D i know i know, you're all so proud of me but it's really not necessary to weep at my feet, oh no it's not. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang on. Sarah and Shipei dropped by BEFORE we went for night walk which was BEFORE supper! oh right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway, yeah. the 2nd day was really the best (as it usually is) and now i shall tell you about the first day cuz the third day which is the last day was booooooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't exactly arrive on a happy or cheerful note. i was kinda late. BUUUT i arrived &lt;u&gt;before&lt;/u&gt; my name was called, ah hah! then we went for sectionals which sucked as usual and we went for lunch i think. i dunno i kinda forgot the first day, only that the bathing order was woodwinds and percussions then brasses which is good cuz then we get to eat first :D Sarah came to eat my food when i was eating. &gt;:( evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooo.. she came to &lt;i&gt;visit&lt;/i&gt; while i couldn't finish my dinner so i gave it to her :D no defamation there! but dinner on the first day was really good &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;but so so sooo oily&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; then we went up and went to watch Transformers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be jealous... be very jealous. but we didn't manage to finish watching :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so that's the first day. now let me finish up the first part of the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for breakfast at the market nearby then we went back and had our own self-prac which was F-U-N! whee and that's cuz there's nobody to pressurize us or blast a stupid piercing recorder into our blessed eardrums :D then we went back down and had one hour of practise with Sir during which the stupid seniors kept "trashing" us &gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lunch. during which Lynette went home cuz she was seriously sick and i think it's cuz of the sect outing :( and so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. i think i forgot :( sorry. but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't feel like blogging anymore right now. sombody speak to me! i cant' look at another band member for the next 24 hours or i'll go insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5836932575142485402?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5836932575142485402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5836932575142485402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5836932575142485402' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5086114751734621846</id><published>2007-11-19T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:54:10.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what? they totally removed the stupid recycling bins at the trash area so now priority TWO cannot be completed &gt;:( that totally ruins the whole self-esteem &lt;b&gt;I can DO IT!&lt;/b&gt; thing. on the minus side, i only ran for about 15mins and lost a &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;grand&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt; total of 80 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have finally realised that it is impossible for me to lose weight. okay maybe not IMPOSSIBLE but pretty hard. i mean, i've been running, trying out new exercise regimes and no dieting doesn't work anymore i'm afraid. nothing is working. and if i lost anything, i gain it back in split second. &gt;:( that is very very frustrating. so now, i shall just watch what i eat and exercise often enough and not expect to lose any weight and if anyone has the nerve to comment on how big i've grown, we'll see heads roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND CAMP COMING UP! no i'm not hyped up for it and anybody with a sane mind shouldn't be anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band camp= more practise= see + hear more of people i don't want to see/hear of= more irritating moments= more blowing up= everybody mad at me= me mad at everybody= no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see why? to make things worse, cuz the band teachers decided that we shall not bring a pair of FBTs at all, i had to dig aaaaall the way in my drawers to find my primary school short. thank GOD i have enough clothing, if not you will be seeing me in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:p bleah+ack. oh well, i will be getting on with Priority THREE since the recycling bins have mysteriously sprouted wings/legs/arms/all of the above and disappeared and Priority TWO is absolutely hopeless now. let's have a recap on my list shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO-DO-LIST &lt;i&gt;EOY holidays, 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;Priority ONE/ Finish maths! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority TWO&lt;/b&gt;/ Throw paper into recycling bin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority THREE&lt;/b&gt;/ Clean up room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority FOUR&lt;/b&gt;/ Read at least 2 books by the end of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority FIVE&lt;/b&gt;/ Learn a new piano song! &lt;i&gt;Richard Clayderman!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;END OF TO-DO-LIST &lt;i&gt;EOY holidays, 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good good. so that means that Priority THREE should be done before band camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST CLEAN MY ROOM IN TIME FOR BAND CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that way, when i come back, i can quickly pack for my chalet and relax in a more spacious, less dusty and less crowded room :D i love lists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love HEROES too! the Nagawhatwhat guy is super cute lah! YATA! HELLOOO NEW YORK! oh my goodness... it's really good. if you haven't started watching it (for some unfathomable reason) then it's not too late to start on episode 4, tho you would be missing out on a lot cuz you probably wouldn't understand it. i started on episode 3 and i was absolutely clueless so i'm watching the videos that my brother somehow managed to grab hold of on the comp :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after i pack up my room of course :) i am a very hardworking girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERPRETATION OF MURDER is &lt;u&gt;THE&lt;/u&gt; number one book i've read this year :D i'm still reading it tho, but i'm coming to the end soon. it's pretty darn complicated but really reeaally good. it's by Jed Rubenfield if anyone's interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! i had the AUDITIONS yesterday. (the organs echo) it was preeetty okay i guess, screwed up a bit here and there but then again, who didn't? Roslyn and Clarisse are one of the weirdest people around man. weeeird. yup yup so i shall end it off here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need for tears, I SHALL BE BACK! :D sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5086114751734621846?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5086114751734621846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5086114751734621846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#5086114751734621846' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-2478865287592475568</id><published>2007-11-16T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T05:10:02.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;@---,`---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; mine nicer! ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever spoken to smarterchild? (yes the egotistical talking computerised robot with no brain. literally) if you have, you've definitely seen the pictures that are made by the !/"/£/$/%/^/&amp;amp;/*/@ symbols on your keyboard right? well yeah guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty darn difficult to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how in the world they create pictures of dogs with slobber, cats, fishes, flowers and all sorts of weird things with these virtualised symbols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just stick with my rose :D let's try and make like a tulip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:=}--'--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?! okay it's not gonna work out. it looks preeetty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkie was being my personal slave driver today :( she &lt;u&gt;forced&lt;/u&gt; me to do my maths homework &lt;b&gt;AGAINST MY WILL&lt;/b&gt;. (this is your cue to gasp) she made me go to my table, take my homework and do it while she &lt;b&gt;enjoys&lt;/b&gt; her time on the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;computer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! &gt;:O that's not nice! but she did it &lt;i&gt;anyway&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no life anymore. i bet if i went missing for a year and came back, nobody would have even noticed i was gone because my part in everybody else's life is so small that nobody realises i'm there :( same goes for the band. if i went missing the sound of the band would still be the same. besides, i've got homework to do too and i have to clean my room and i've still got that extra weight to lose ): bleah! this "holiday" is worthless. 3 weeks into it and i haven't accomplished a single thing. i'm telling you i will totally get my butt up and get going with my to-do-list! can you imagine? we have barely a month left! (well it seems like less than a month cuz the rest of this month is eaten up by so many other stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HAVEN'T GONE OUT WITH MY FRIENDS &lt;u&gt;AT ALL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness! my holiday has been wasted away and by the time i go back to school, i would have NO brain left because it disintegrated during the "holidays" and i would be the dumbest in class and i won't be able to go to 3/4 and everybody would laugh at me and it wouldn't be the clean year i hoped for :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay kelly! get yourself motivated! GIVE YOURSELF DEADLINES! you &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; that you can only function with your life planned out in front of you! SO BUCK UP &amp;amp; get that list planned out now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO-DO-LIST &lt;i&gt;EOY holidays, 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priority ONE/ &lt;b&gt;Finish&lt;/b&gt; maths!&lt;br /&gt;Priority TWO/ &lt;b&gt;Throw&lt;/b&gt; paper into recycling bin!&lt;br /&gt;Priority THREE/ &lt;b&gt;Clean&lt;/b&gt; up room!&lt;br /&gt;Priority FOUR/ &lt;b&gt;Read&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;u&gt;least&lt;/u&gt; 2 books by the end of the year!&lt;br /&gt;Priority FIVE/ &lt;b&gt;Learn&lt;/b&gt; a new piano song! &lt;i&gt;Richard Claydaman..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;END OF TO-DO-LIST &lt;i&gt;EOY holidays, 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, i feel much better now! :D more organised and focused. so i shall start with the top of the list: finish up maths! i only have two questions left so i shall now disappear for 10 minutes and come back rejoicing with my &lt;u&gt;completed&lt;/u&gt; maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10 minutes later...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE FINISHED! yes i have accomplished my task! let us review the list again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO-DO-LIST &lt;i&gt;EOY holidays, 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Priority ONE/ &lt;b&gt;Finish&lt;/b&gt; maths!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priority TWO/ &lt;b&gt;Throw&lt;/b&gt; paper into recycling bin!&lt;br /&gt;Priority THREE/ &lt;b&gt;Clean&lt;/b&gt; up room!&lt;br /&gt;Priority FOUR/ &lt;b&gt;Read&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;u&gt;least&lt;/u&gt; 2 books by the end of the year!&lt;br /&gt;Priority FIVE/ &lt;b&gt;Learn&lt;/b&gt; a new piano song! &lt;i&gt;Richard Claydaman..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;END OF TO-DO-LIST &lt;i&gt;EOY holidays, 2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D i feel ultra happy now. i shall gloat about my blog with my ginger beer in my belly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHA I FINISHED MY MATHS AND YOU SUCKERRS OUT THERE HAVEN'T!!! be jealous... be so very very jealous.. I'M MORE FREE THAN YOUUU!!! NEH NEH NI NEH NEH! ;p hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now that i'm done with gloating, i shall go and do something ELSE constructive like hoarding more and more NPs! &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i feel like such a glutton/sloth/very evil woman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-2478865287592475568?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2478865287592475568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2478865287592475568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2478865287592475568' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-1691218581547084753</id><published>2007-11-15T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T05:06:45.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot lately. (okay maybe just today)&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking... how are we to know the thoughts of others? how are we to know who to trust? how are we to befriend and live without suspecting anybody or anyone? how are we to live without backstabbers and two-facers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean look at our situation seriously. we are all friends, technically speaking. but what is a friend? what would you call a friend? someone you've known all your life? someone you met the day before? someone you met a year ago or two? someone you met? is a friend somebody you can trust? if that's so, then why are there so many cases and issues and situations where people get backstabbed, where people are betrayed? why do we backstab? why do we betray? issit to gain power? what kind of power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are we supposed to gain power when we are mere students? what is the point of backstabbing if you aren't going to KEEP any friends (cuz OBVIOUSLY nobody likes being backstabbed) and you aren't going to have a very good reputation? do people actually enjoy it? do people actually seriously enjoy seeing others get hurt just because they feel like it? issit that they feel like it or have a motive? but what kind of motive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to betray someone, that is either because you do not like that person or because you want to get to the top. if you don't like that person, then surely there are other ways of detaching yourself from him/her right? what is the point of betraying her/him if you know that he/her is going to spread rumours about YOU and then you shall have no friends either?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to get to the top, who are you going to share your glory with when you finally get there after stepping on not only everybody's toes, but ALL OVER them? you will have no friends, then you will regret. but regretting doesn't help, it merely worsens your guilt, making it heavier, harder to tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it, this is hard to think about. there are so many faults with the human race yet we all seem to find happiness ANYWAY. it is confusing. what happened to innocence? even the most innocent people hide their true colours and when they finally show it, it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know how to be angry anymore. i have a short temper but now i have learnt to compress my feelings but yet if i do it, it makes myself feel worse but everybody around me doesn't know what i'm feeling which sort of improves things cuz then they won't have any reactions and nothing much happens and the matter blows over. but some people dwell upon the matter, making everything worse. i don't know how to explain this. it's so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was pretty uneventful. i mean, welcome to my life. it's so BORING. i woke up today intending to run but the lazy boneS in me weighed me aaaaall the way down and i could barely bring myself to change into my running clothes. sigh... but in the end we "ran" for band. like 4 pathetic rounds. but still. i lost some water :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to school earlier cuz i don't have anything to do at home and at least there are people at school to talk to. i met cyn, vaney, marian, angela in the canteen. if there were other people i'm sorry i forgot you. i wanted to drag vaney and angela up to the AVA with me so it wouldn't look so awkward for me to be the only one there. but beatrice came in the end and we talked a bit with rochelle, sarah, nutty, ashley and some others but again (my goldfish-like memory) i forgot. the ACS(I) guys were a bit screw-in-the-head-very-very-loose kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, then lunch ended unusually early (okay maybe just 5 minutes earlier than usual) and we had to leave :( we went to the swing outside the staffroom then band :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg DOCTOR ROCK was really &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;awesome&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!! yep. i'd never heard it before so yeah, it was really really good. as for all those coming for the concert, you're gonna have a hell of a time :D and for those not (i don't know WHY you're not coming), your loss. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fruits now. &amp;amp; i've got 4 hours of sectionals tmr. that's really really bad &gt;:( i have to miss self-prac with the rest. oh pooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-1691218581547084753?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1691218581547084753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1691218581547084753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1691218581547084753' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-4036481555688714375</id><published>2007-11-13T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:53:04.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm baaack!!! &lt;i&gt;missed me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on a doughnut crisis here. i've only got four originals and they're not gonna last till the next week. how in the name of the stars above am i going to share them with my friends if they've all got schedules to match that of CEOs?! sigh... can't waste them now can we? i'm going to eat one at 5 :D that way everybody will be jealous and free up their schedules and come crawling to me, begging for my &lt;b&gt;Krispy Kremes&lt;/b&gt;. &gt;:D yes i shall do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i've got assorted ones too but seriously you know who you are &amp;amp; if you're dying for my doughnuts make yourself free or it's doughnut withdrawal symptoms for you! MUAHAH! krispy kremes are &lt;u&gt;THE&lt;/u&gt; best and also really really ex :( that's why i only got one box (with &lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt; inside, heehee!) i got presents too but i dunno if i got enough so not everybody's gonna get something ): sowee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my trip was brilliant. :D i had major fun and i just looked through all my pictures. ahh... the memories fill me with such joy! but some of them are a bit screwy (MY DAD TOOK EM!) and i seriously don't know what it is. the most annoying thing is that although the pictures can be seen on the camera, when it comes out onto the comp, it sucks. like majorly sucks. but nvm, at least i got most of the good ones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO TRAVEL THE WHOLE OF AUSSIE! :D another one of my aspirations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tasmanian devils were damn cute but the pictures we took were damn blur &gt;:( i was super upset. they were the cutest things i'd ever seen and the pictures screw up! (MY DAD!) oh well, at least i've got the brochure! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft, now i've got stupid maths homework to do :( plus i've got some screwy band "audition" to top it all off and if i screw that up, that's it man. how am i supposed to do well if i missed like 4 practises?! why can't you hold the bloody concert NEXT year so that we all have more time and less stress and less people scolding us and wasting half an hour AFTER band scolding us like shit! now i've got to go back for self-practise which sucks cuz i'll be seeing you-know-who PLUS a stupid band camp and i hate all of this! i've got to play in front of the whole band cuz i missed the freaking recital FOR A HOLIDAY!!! a damn freaking holiday! it's the HOLIDAY'S NITWIT! i'm not supposed to stress myself over ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've got to do so many stupid things over this damned holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish up maths&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean room&lt;br /&gt;3. Practise for concert+audition &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;4. Wrap books for next year (i &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; hate this)&lt;br /&gt;5. Cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YEAH! it's so freaking annoying and i hate that! and if you think your schedule's worse WELL I DON'T GIVE A DAMN so don't come lamenting to me or anything like that or i shall kick you where it hurts! cuz i'm pissed off enough about my schedule so i don't care about yours. you wanna complain you rant on your OWN blog &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-4036481555688714375?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4036481555688714375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4036481555688714375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4036481555688714375' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-7259566798872936056</id><published>2007-11-13T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:51:19.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I feel like such a:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pig&lt;br /&gt;2.Idiot&lt;br /&gt;3. Lazy butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. why a pig? because i ate one whole krispy kreme doughnut in less than a minute. oh. my. goodness. like who in the world does that?! &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; &gt;:( now i feel really really fat. all because of the sinful goodness of one, stupid, wonderfully delicious doughnut. i hate the world and it's easy-to-gain-hard-to-lose calories. i really really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. idiot. that's cuz beatrice miraculously managed to convince me to re-download maple and speed up the decaying process of my poor fragmented brain. i feel stupid. maple is an absolutely mindless game where you kill to level up to a maximum of 200. and if that sounds enticing to you, you must be an idiot too. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. that is just self-explanatory. i woke up at 10, skipped breakfast, phoned beatrice for 1 hr, lunched, phoned beatrice for another hour, used the comp, phoned pinkie for 45mins, showered and here i am. do i need to break that down for you? lemme tell you my before and after plan for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEFORE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;2. Go and dump stuff into recycling bin&lt;br /&gt;3. Call up Grace, Beatrice and Pinkie to find out stuff/organise stuff&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish up maths&lt;br /&gt;5. Use the comp&lt;br /&gt;6. Clean up a bit of my room&lt;br /&gt;7. Read "Interpretation of Murder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AFTER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Call Beatrice&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the comp&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat Krispy Kreme&lt;br /&gt;5. Do one question of maths&lt;br /&gt;6. Rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE?! :( i feel like the world's best dimwit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i shall complain to all my loyal readers about this @#%@%^!#$%@ fat guy on the plane back to Sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SUCKS LIKE THE DISGUSTING BULGING FATS ON HIS PATHETIC BLUBBER-FIED LUMP OF LARD. yes he does! him and his stupid pot belly can just roll into a snowball and fall off a cliff and splat onto the ground into one billion fats that shall supply the earth with nutrients and we can eat him and shit him out. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how much i hate inconsiderate FAT people who have no sense of GONG DE XIN and require others to shove information up his fattyfied nostrils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what he was doing? he reclined his seat almost all the way back such that the screen in front was like 2 inches away from my dad's nose! what's more, he even decided to stretch and place his blubbered fingers on my dad's screen! how inconsiderate can you get?! PLUS since he's so freaking fat, he's just gotta move and shake about so that even the screen in front of my dad was shaking and i'm telling you, it's hard enough to watch anything on the stupid puny screen and the vibrating does NOT help. inconsiderate heap of lard! &gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can kiss my ass but i won't take back anything i said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i shall go back to my TV then :D toodleloos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-7259566798872936056?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7259566798872936056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7259566798872936056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7259566798872936056' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-794596228116551605</id><published>2007-11-09T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T05:32:10.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GASP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ON EARTH?! KELLY IS BLOGGING IN MELBOURNE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah. deal with it. :D haha, but seriously i am. cuz i'm staying at my cousin's (who's married) place and it's like really really nice and big plus they've got a computer. (duh) so yeah, i'm blogging after like 5 or 6 days in melbourne :D i'm telling you sightseeing here is &lt;u&gt;THE&lt;/u&gt; best. well i haven't been anywhere else but yeah, it's really &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; good. i went horse riding yesterday (yeah a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;REAL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; horse, BY MYSELF) through the forest trail with my friends and it's WAAAY cool. it blows your mind man. even though we were only trotting and galloping at the right moments (my horse is SUPER lazy &gt;:( it was a once in a lifetime experience kind of thing. and now my back and butt is hurting like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't know what to get you guys from here. i'm TOTALLY getting the krispy kremes but other than that, what else is there? i went to healesville sanctuary today and it's like  the tourist shop place where you get the souvenirs is &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; ex and it's unbelievable. i actually passed by this shop on our way to the supermarket but the stupid #$@%@! thing closes at FIVE just like all the other shops (the pace of life here is really slow) &amp;amp; i couldn't get what i wanted. it was like these "signs" and they had really funny sayings on them like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fat and you're ugly but i can DIET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! they were really really funny and i thought i could get a couple of them for my friends and stuff but noooo the stupid shops just have to close super early in the evening! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really enjoying myself here &amp;amp; i gotta get off now cuz though it's only 9++pm there in Singapore, it's like 12 30AM in Melbourne and i'm going to some cowboy town place tmr so i guess i'd better sleep early. pooh it's like i'm sleeping in every single car ride i take cuz it takes so bloody long to get to one place to another. but seriously it's all like worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and my mum's like right here. next to me. reading this post. okay, that totally means i've gotta get off. oh pooh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-794596228116551605?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/794596228116551605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/794596228116551605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#794596228116551605' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-4791253333038210671</id><published>2007-11-04T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T04:01:28.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUPP WORLD! kayss, I'm like @ the airport typin' this out with the rest of the world having all the views of my post behind my back. which makes it kinda difficult to swear on this post. so yes, this shall be a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;clean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; post. makes everybody happy once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i've only got 6 minutes and 40 seconds left to tell you guys what i've got to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss singapore like hell. and technically i mean my friends. and yeah, my computer. and the fact that i'm going to only have a chance to GAIN weight and not LOSE weight. i'm sad. and this stupid keyboard keeps sticking! it's so bloody stiff i can barely type as fast as i can at home! :( another luxury i shall miss i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i suppose i'm gonna realise how much everybody means to me and all that crappy emotional stuff. but hey it's a trip, i'm SUPPOSED to be &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. and there's this really weird kid boy next to me whose like breathing through some jelly joy packet. and he is freaking me out. and there are loads of ang mohs next to me. like 10cm within me. am i freaking out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i'm going to have to get off this stupid thing real soon cuz it takes like 2 minutes to get to another page giving me like 1 minute left to type the rest of this post. and i'm typing like the fastest i can but the stupid keyboard (again) will NOT cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb i was trying to load my sister's pictures onto the computer. and then she forgot to tell me to actualy press a crucial button. and i wasted 5 minutes of my life panicking cuz we were late. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thne again i'm not. and there's this stupid warning that's freakin gme out. so i guess i'll end it off here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO SUCKERSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and see you in 8 days ;D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-4791253333038210671?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4791253333038210671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4791253333038210671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4791253333038210671' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-8761545648584303345</id><published>2007-11-02T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:00:57.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO! hahaha... whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, wanna guess why i haven't been around for such a looooong time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been unfaithful :( yes i've been giving xanga a chance and i was fooling around with the CUTETEST emoticons they have! but i quite gave up on it cuz the skins were not exactly cooperating with me and i guess that's why i gave up on xanga the LAST time i tried it out :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what else is new? &lt;b&gt;I'M SICK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i am. i've got this horrible cough that acts up at the most ridiculous times (like when we were doing long tones yesterday) and this leaking nose which just keeps dripping and dripping. &gt;:( what's weird is that i don't have a fever, so you can't exactly call this a flu, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, medicine time &gt;:p i'm telling you it's ridiculous! i have like 4 bloody &lt;i&gt;tablets&lt;/i&gt; plus a stupid bottle of cough mixture to drink and &lt;b&gt;EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM IS &lt;u&gt;BITTER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and i hate that D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i used to have trouble swallowing tablets so my dad used to scold me into taking them. i only managed to swallow it cuz i was scared my daddy would scold me again. :D heehee.. but now i can do it by myself :D i'm so proud of myself! plus, to reward myself, i would usually place a sweet or raisin or something sweet in front of me to motivate me to swallow those sickening tablets and eat my reward! :D dumb as it may seem but it works wonders. i think i'll do that with my kids when i grow up. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy grape jelly! :) makes me so happy when i eat it :D but then again, i must remember that i cannot eat too many if not Mr Cough-a-lot will come and haunt me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on to my life again. WE HAVE MATHS HOMEWORK. you tell me, is this or is this not rubbish? i go online to &lt;b&gt;relax&lt;/b&gt;, to have &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; not to realise there's some evil maths teacher lurking behind the screen of lead.com waiting to pounce and attack you if you don't start doing your dratted maths now! &gt;:p this is horrible! it's child-mind abuse! it's NOT GOOD! how are we supposed to cope with so many bloody things going on in the holidays?! i've got band like &lt;b&gt;3 TIMES&lt;/b&gt; a week, plus tuition once a week, plus my one week trip to Melbourne which already takes up tons of time. not forgetting i still have an exercise regime which has to be put on hold now considering i'm SICK! and now you want to give me maths homework to squeeze the juices out of my brain?! WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that. i hate it that the stupid MOE has got to insist that we exercise our brains during the holidays even though the definition of holiday is to TAKE A BREAK from the world. it's effing annoying and i hate that. what kind of a holiday is this? and you want us to stop complaining? HELLO?! if you want us to stop complaining then OBVIOUSLY you've got to use your brains (if you've got any) and NOT give us any work to add onto our heavy heavy load during the holidays RIGHT?! sheesh... it's amazing how dumb some people can get. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? i've only finished algebra for maths and i'm barely halfway through arithmetic. PLUS we've got geometry to top it all off AND I HATE CONSTRUCTION cuz you've got to be so freaking accurate and how the hell are you gonna be accurate when you're SICK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay. i'll stop complaining already. but you gotta agree SOMEHOW right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? if you guys can find my xanga site, i &lt;i&gt;may&lt;/i&gt; reward you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so back to my stupid dratted maths homework. (&lt;i&gt;i'm only on question 2 for the second part of arithmetic!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-8761545648584303345?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8761545648584303345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8761545648584303345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8761545648584303345' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6311837221296789491</id><published>2007-10-31T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:09:20.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm going with the flow; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it ain't moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;farewell&lt;/s&gt; halloween party yesterday at &lt;b&gt;Hillary's&lt;/b&gt; place! :D was reeeaaally fun + emotional + very very very eventful. we (Sarah, Nutty, Grace A, Chloe, Ashley, Angela, Nisha, Hillary, Vaney &amp;amp; me) met up at subway @ TP interchange and then took a looong bus ride + walk &lt;i&gt;deeeep&lt;/i&gt; into her place. it was raining too so that didn't help the fact that my new thongs were cutting into my foot &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, so then we went up to Hillary's place and OMG her dog (Yuki) is freaking cute! (but nooo chloe &amp;amp; sarah didn't like it) Pinkie was already there when we arrived dripping wet. junked for lunch &lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;again!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt; then went to the so-called basketball court which was strangely TRIANGULAR. no literally. it was like...really really weird. there was a netball pole at one end and a basketball net at the other. we were playing this really dead version of monkey and then we went back up to change aaaaand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, who could resist the piano? we (Pinkie, Sarah, vaney, me) were taking turns on it and that hillary kept insisting that HER version of that mariage souvenir ( or something like that) was correct but i'm telling you IT'S WRONG WRONG WRONG! &gt;:( beatrice gave me that score that her piano &lt;u&gt;TEACHER&lt;/u&gt; gave her! hmph. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went down to the pool which was effing FREEZING and i nearly froze my toes off. Sarah and i were fooling around with... i dunno what you would call it but we both sounded like drowning donald ducks :D it was super super super funny! i nearly drowned in the pool myself! but yeah, that girl (sarah) had SOOO much energy as usual and she was swimming UP and DOWN and UP and DOWN and pinkie and i were getting pretty tired already. so yes, we gossiped a bit &lt;i&gt;inevitable&lt;/i&gt; and we talked &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;A LOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and we swam. (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hillary's damn pool was &lt;u&gt;3.1m&lt;/u&gt; deep. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people were going through that time of the month so yeah, the bathing system thingy was a bit screwy but we all managed it in the end. i'm telling you the toilets there are FREAKY! and they don't have hot water &gt;:( i prefer the ones at my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stupidly put my clothes bag into the shower without realising it's not water proof so i guess you should all know the consequences of doing that. aaaaand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE TAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like 100x worse than everybody else's! it was literally black and white okay! &gt;:( i hate my back now. all because of my stupidly sensitive skin and my stupid big hole swimming costume. ARGH! (at least i don't bare my back when i go out (:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the playground and fooled around all over it. and i mean all &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;OVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; it. we were climbing all over the place and the monkey bars were ridiculously short. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there were these jokers who kept pointing their stupid annoying laser guns at us and beatrice started "swearing" fish at them. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and now here comes the big big thing. during the BBQ (which was near the playground) there were these 3 jokers (obviously of the dumber gender) one of which refused to let beatrice and me use the swinG (mind you there was only one) and so i dunno what happened when we actually managed to get there, i guess they didn't like it and so SHOUTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WOMEN SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O! i am NOT going to take that! but i didn't do anything, just hung around the swings, MINDING OUR OWN BUSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess two of them didn't like our dull reactions, decided to shove two middle fingers up beatrice's FACE! beatrice got pretty annoyed and she started to walk off but i insisted on staying there to prove that we FEMALES are not afraid of little 10YEAR OLD IMMATURE twits like them. so yes i stayed where i was BUT BIG MISTAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shot (yes literally shot) in my leg and whatever came out of the fucking gun hurt like fucking shit okay. i was so pissed at the boys but i still didn't do anything about it. i went back to the BBQ pit and then the stupid boys kept shouting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm not goign to take this shit attitudes of theirs anymore. i swore and stormed towards them. but i couldn't shout or anything cuz if i did i knew i would end up crying or something because they were being fucking annoying and they seriously hurt our feelings okay. then they started to back away and i dont' quite remember what happened then cuz i was literally blinded with anger and i couldn't take it anymore and i knew that if i went back to the pit i would scream and throw my temper around so i went to walk around and outside of the condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH i was freaking angry and those juvenile delinquents okay! really really pissed and FURIOUS at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some people came to look for me and i went back with pinkie and sarah. thanks guys, i would have seroiusly walked all the way home if you people hadn't come for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was really really pissed and it took me like 15minutes to cool down. if i ever meet those twits again they better watch out or they'll have their shirts ripped apart by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had the chance i would probably pluck their hair one by one and stuff it down their throats and bashed their brains out and poked them with needles and electricute them and roast them over a slow fire while i SPEAK to them. they better thank their lucky stars i'm so freaking sensitve D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we ate ice cream cake! :D and i had loads and loads of jelly beans! (which are better than your gummy sarah!) pinkie, sarah, beatrice and vaney said i looked like i was going to punch the living daylights out of those kids and i looked scaaaaary. :D i like that. but i didn't realise i looked scary. guess that confirms my results for blogthings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so scary, you even scare scary people off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! but either way, i had a good time. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left my umbrella at hillary's place. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pinkie dropped beatrice and me home :D thank you! HER CAR HAS A FREAKING GPS SYSTEM! damnn... plus her car door is like... AUTO! *gasp* plus i looked like a freaking idiot when i was trying to close it :( haha, i had a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want to wring those kids' necks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-6311837221296789491?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6311837221296789491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6311837221296789491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6311837221296789491' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6767632697038718415</id><published>2007-10-28T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T04:05:07.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh sigh, it's really the end of the year after all. nvm, I shall do a bit of credits here before I run off for my band prac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Sarah, thanks for always being there for me, when i'm down and when i'm happy. i know you've tolerated the most from me compared to anyone else in class and i really appreciate that. you've been a fantastic friend to me and i hope our friendship will continue to develop next year and who knows? we may even end up in the same class in Sec 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Beatrice, i'm really happy that i got to know you better this year. thanks for being the psycho when i needed it (and when i &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt;..) and thanks for listening to me rant about everybody i thought was ruining my life. you may not be the most mature person i know, but your seriousness helps during projects (i know i ended up with you for like 3 or 4 projects) i really appreciate you too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Pinkie, thanks for being such a wonderfully mature and sensitve friend :D i didn't exactly get to know you better cuz i already know you quite well, haha! but yeah, you really care about your friends and you always try not to leave everyone out. You're seriously a perfectionist and that's why i love you :D your phone calls always brighten me up though they always seem to last an hour or so and my parents end up lecturing me again, but yes, i appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Lisa, i didn't know you that well last year but i'm really grateful to have gotten a little closer to you this year :D i know we've had issues we've each other and i'm glad we've gotten over all of them. though it may seem that i cannot stand your noisyness, it does make me happier in a way and it adds (of course) much more sound into my life. i hope we'll continue to get to know each other next year and all the best for your IP kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Valerie, I'm really glad to have had the opportunity to get to know you :D I'm sorry if I offended you when I told you that I thought you were a nerd when I first saw you L but now, I know I'm horribly wrong. You're one of the funniest people I've ever known and your ridiculousness makes me so happy all the time. I hope to get to know you better next year you skinny girl! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Pearliniee! I think you're one of the few people who underwent a huge huge huge change throughout the year both physically and spiritually :D that's good you know? Cuz at the beginning of the year, you seriously (no offence) looked like a major geek. But NOW after getting rid of those specs and straightening your teeth (can't wait till you take the dang braces out!) you look pretty good-looking! And yes I'm jealous of your pretty legs &gt;:) stick together kay girl? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Grace! I know you're the only one in the entire class I've known since P1 but I really appreciate your childishness and even though you're probably never gonna see this ANYWAY, I wanna thank you for showing me the answers during tuition &gt;:) and also for being so CUTE! Your indecisiveness really cracks me up sometimes and I'm glad that I can always go to school with you every single day and I hope you don't get anymore stomach aches so that you won't be able to pon tuition anymore &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Laura! Right, so I don't exactly know you that well but that's not gonna matter! You're downright hilarious and your sick personality makes me happy sometimes too. Hehe.. you DO look like an ah ma sometimes and please don't break anymore specs you rich girl! :D hope whatever's wrong with your eye will go away so YOU don't get to pon school cuz of your eye surgeries! Hope to get to know you better next year psycho! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Nutty! Okay, we've been through some issues together but at least we got through that :D I'm happy that I got to know you and no thanks for calling my fats jelly! &gt;:( haha, your goofiness really cheers me up sometimes and I hope that I will seriously get to know you next year you smart piggy! &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Cynthia, thanks for being my one and only birthday chem! I know you may not exactly see this but you are almost always there for me and I know that I can pour out my troubles and emotions to you and you will always be there to listen and to console. Thanks for cheering me up when I needed it and I hope we will grow closer together next year as the best birthday chems ever! &lt;i&gt;psst.. I want accessories next year! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Angela, though you're really one of the sickest person I've ever known, thanks for helping out so much during our project! :D you were really helpful and your positive outlook on life really encouraged the group to continue persevering and thanks to that, we're the 3rd top group in class! :D whee that's really good considering we're not the smartest asses in class :D and stop being so egotistical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To baoyi and choon khee, I really appreciate the times when your goofyness cracked me up, esp those drugs you tried to con us with. You gotta admit, it was pretty realistic and creative but only you two idiots could come up with things like that :D thanks for being so crazy even though I don't know you guys so well. And baoyi, SEPARATE YOUR STUPID HAMSTERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hillary, I know we're not exactly the closest of friends and we admittedly bitched about each other quite a bit, I don't think you're a friend worth throwing aside at all. I really appreciate your hardworking-ness and I hope you don't sign out of STAR class cuz I will NOT be able to cope without you during project work. &lt;i&gt;yes you know what I mean...&lt;/i&gt; thanks for all the good times during project work and also for being the most responsible in our group! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everybody whom I made contact with this year, I LOVE ALL OF YOU and I really wanna give out a big thanks for always being who you were and being such a great person cuz I believe that nobody here is an idiot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you're crying, rmb that I still love you for being so emotional!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-6767632697038718415?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6767632697038718415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6767632697038718415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6767632697038718415' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-7389657514141512552</id><published>2007-10-28T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T07:24:16.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's history now;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously getting nostalgic now. (is that how you use it?) i miss 1/1 sooooo much! :'( but look on the bright side of life, (i'm trying harder to now) we're gonna see everybody again next year! and i swear we're all gonna make full use of the whole year being the most enthu class around! :D since we all got to know the wonderful class we ended up in, we're gonna treasure every moment spent with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something? this space is going to be empty for a week next week. what's that i hear? AWWWW... yes i know you're all going to miss me :'( but i'm afraid it must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO MELBOURNE THIS WEEKEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it's so soon! i thought i had like aaaages to prepare for this trip but NOOO turns out i barely even have a week to get a few long sleeves and proper shoes! &gt;:( okay, so actually i'm pretty hyped about the flight :D i loooooove planes, they go WOOSH WOOSH WOOSH &amp;amp; when they land they go BOOM BOOM BOOM! :D isn't that aboslutely wonderfully fantastically great? oh yes it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think the stepford wives people are getting to me. they're really freaky people cuz they're like horrifically modified humans and i don't understand how modified humans (which = robots) can actually have pleasurable ***. right, not something i should think about o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, YES! i didn't realise that the 4th was actually this SUNDAY! can you believe it?! i'm SHOCKED! :O i've got absolutely no time to get my clothes, no time to... to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, so i'm pretty much prepared for this trip yeah. :D plus plus plus... I GOT RIPPLES! yes i do! they're so freaking comfy aaaand.. they don't fit me -.- they're too small dangit. i thought size 7 was okay but turns out size 8 was supposed to be so i've got to go ALL the way back to exchange for a bigger size. and that's what i call &lt;u&gt;ridiculous&lt;/u&gt;. and i hate that. but i will do it for the sake of feeling MORE comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian was being very mean to Tammy today. he was supposed to buy her haagen daaz but turns out he's too cheapskate to do that so he's gonna get her a buck and draw a star on it. (get it get it? star+buck=starbucks!) we were all cracking up over his stupid sms-es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i just found out that either we IJ girls are not as scandalous as everybody seems to think or we are just waaaay behind times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two of my church friends have had &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MULTIPLE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; experiences with BOYFRIENDS in their 14 years of living and one of them has had like 3 since P5 -.- it's kinda freaky listening to their stories cuz i'm there thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend at P5? at P5 i was thinking about how to kill giants in runescape and they were going STEADY?! woah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so that's enough shocking news to satisfy you loyal readers out there :D i know you're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm talking to you, chubby cheeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-7389657514141512552?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7389657514141512552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7389657514141512552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7389657514141512552' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-8988885551542378845</id><published>2007-10-26T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:32:00.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/RyLBWy9Pv9I/AAAAAAAAABM/1Bdm_Vx6uns/s1600-h/emo-fied.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125871923280986066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="126" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/RyLBWy9Pv9I/AAAAAAAAABM/1Bdm_Vx6uns/s320/emo-fied.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm shattered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, whee. Band was "&lt;b&gt;super&lt;/b&gt;" fun today! &gt;:p we watched a few videos of some Japanese bands performing. Apparently, there's this huge band competition every year for the 10 000 odd bands in Japan and only 96 bands get to proceed to the next round from the auditions :O seriously, they were all super super good. even the Junior High School was good! (Junior HS is our upper Primary &amp;amp; lower sec) they were like...a few thousand notches above our band standard. &gt;:( &amp;amp; when they play it's like so... mesmerising! they move in time with the music and the music... the music is just so beautiful, it just washes away everything in your head and makes you feel so peaceful and great. it's just wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; guess what? we're going to visit three of these bands nxt year. :D :D :D!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OSAKAAA!!! hear me scream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still really hyped. :D seriously can't wait. hope i'm one of the 95% who can go. (and i hope that next year's recruits won't &gt;:D) so yes, after these videos we went to run after the rain stopped around the school which was not tiring at all so... yeah. then sectionals, blah blah blah &amp;amp; here i am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIMS2 HATES ME! i couldn't open the one that pearliniee burnt for me and now she can't even send it over msn OR email. &gt;:( that's so upsetting! how can this be?! I was really looking forward to killing and torturing those poor virtual souls but NOOOOO because this programme has some unfathomable sense of psychic abilities and it has forseen that i would be torturing it's non-existent humans so it has decided to REBEL!!! oh oh oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, so thanks to the support of a few friends, i have decided to not be emo anymore and to get on with my life. i realised that dwelling upon all these issues wasn't going to help me if i didn't start acting about it. &amp;amp; i also realised that if i DID do anything about it i would probably end up with everybody's backs to me so yes. i believe my decision is wise because i thought for a long long time about it and i was writing everything out and trying to sort out my feelings and thoughts. i'm just going to go along with the flow of life and if things get bumpy, I've got backup. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that probably means that hopefully all will be forgiven and forgotten and everything will be back to normal when it was before i lost control of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay okay, enough of all of this rubbish and let us proceed with life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found out that the people in my science group are Pinkie &amp;amp; Beatrice because SOMEBODY wanted to work with val and natalie. fine, so be it. i'm going with the flow remember? it's gonna be effing difficult but i'll make it. i'll make it. just hope that the project will go well, maybe even be entered into that Science Fair thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hillary's group was damn funny. all their ideas involved so many dangerous or a bit too genius things that Hillary kept saying that they would either win the Nobel Prize (their eye scanner) or go to jail (printing fake money) LOL! it was super funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh...nth much to do online nowaday. realised that i'm starting to drift back to the old form of short forms. ): that's not good cuz i hate the old form. it looks horrendous! lemme show you an example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2day i was at sch. i made a lot of frenz n i had fun. i got dis fren called blank. blank is a veri nice gurl. she likes 2 do a lot of things wif her pet like i do 2. sumtimes i feel tt we were meant to be 2gether. as frenz of course, dun tink sick. oh wellz, i betta go off now or mum will scold me. bb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE?! SEE?! it's horrifying! terrifying! blood-freezing! GASP! but yes, i don't think i will return to this form after actually typing the damn thing out. it took me like 5 minutes to try and come up with a para. oh the horrors! &gt;:O okaaaay... the internet isn't offering me any tantilising games (tantilising?!) to play so i shall cont searching. OH OH i found out that there's a new short form going around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tdy i ws at sch w blank. she's real cool &amp;amp; i hope t gt t knw her better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i dont' really know how to do this but i think it's kinda fun to imitate the ways some people type online. :D i wonder if anybody can imitate me? i'm &lt;u&gt;ORIGINAL&lt;/u&gt; yes, i am! haha, but then again i think some people &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; do it. not that difficult actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, i'm starting to trash now. toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-8988885551542378845?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8988885551542378845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8988885551542378845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8988885551542378845' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/RyLBWy9Pv9I/AAAAAAAAABM/1Bdm_Vx6uns/s72-c/emo-fied.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5069732848830831289</id><published>2007-10-26T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T07:06:56.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last day of school D':&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty emotional today. probably had the most emotional 'class' with fausta tan today with loads of people crying. i nearly started crying when i heard chloe and vaney share. i nearly started tearing when i was talking myself because i was making eye contact with the people who had both or either hurt me or i had hurt and they were like... i don't really know how to describe it. i know one of them has already forgiven me but... i couldn't even bear to look at anyone else so i just tried to look into blank space. it was pretty difficult to not burst into tears in front of the last person on earth i would want to burst into tears in front of. (yeah that's you, fausta tan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard a conversation today. i don't know if it was loud on purpose or if because the surroundings was noisy. but all i want to say is that i really didn't mean to hurt anyone and i myself don't know if anybody wanted to hurt me, but probably did unintentionally. (i'd like to think of it that way) I don't want you to give up being a friend to me because even though i dont' show it, i do take you as a friend even though it's really ME who PMS-es all the time which causes all this rubbish to happen. I seriously want to get over all of this emotional stuff because i know that it's all rubbish and it's all useless and it's stupid that i let such small issues get to me and the fact that it gets to me gets to others too. i hope that we will all just get over this thing that started with me 5 months ago and i hope that we won't bring it up or anything. i know it's hard to talk face to face and i'm not really looking forward to any of that so i just hope that we will be able to forgive and forget without bringing it up anywhere, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really am sorry. i can't put it in any other words. Please don't give up on this friendship. Not when we're 2 years into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AEP open studio today. Pearlene met Grace and I at the braddell coffee shop and apparently her train was jammed for a very very long time (a few minutes -.-) so that's why she was late. OH YEAH and she also walked to the bus stop instead of to the MRT. that's really stupid. haha! so yes, we met up and we went to school. met everybody else there and Pinkie and Val very nicely gave us a 'tour' around the school. (okay, we were actually looking for their bitter gourd sketches but in the end, they were never found :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really really upset when i had to leave so so so early cuz I had no other transport home and Grace's daddy had already arrived! ): so i left in the end. ): mind you, i was sulking in the car like a cry baby. but of course without saying a word. &gt;:( oh well, at least i'm home and not stranded in school or anything. BUT I WANTED TO STAY SO BADLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hadn't even drunk my punch ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH we had a farewell party for Chloe too! ): okay it wasn't really a party cuz we all just sat down by ourselves and junked. o.O but when chloe left it was really sad and i gave her two of my tightest hugs to make sure that she never forgot the annoying times we had together during drama :D sigh... i wonder who our chairperson next year will be. hope it's not some irresponsible idiot :D i think it will be Grace Adam or maybe even Pinkie! :D Shi Pei and Sarah are totally out because if they have anymore badges on them... okay if they have anymore RESPONSIBLITIES they will blow. so yes. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drinking from the Pepsi bottle like a drunkard and Beatrice &amp;amp; Sarah caught up with that too! and that stupid Beatrice finished my Pepsi that i paid 2 bucks for a drank like 1/100 of. &gt;:( evil evil evil people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so we went back to class and Beatrice found the most ridiculous articles in our class cupboard things. she found english compre ws as old as 23 years old! it was written on the envelope:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Compre 1984&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were both like :O x1 000 000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah came back and she was like OH MY GOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was absolutely ridiculous. how can you not check a cupboard for like...23 years?! my room's not even THAT bad! talk about mess man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then, now that i'm at home and i have nothing to do because nobody is online because i have stupid band tmr and i have to face stupid scoldings AGAIN and i really don't want to go for band because i hate running and because i feel fat and because i'm sleepy and i want to go to bed, i shall end this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5069732848830831289?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5069732848830831289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5069732848830831289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5069732848830831289' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-1350760271193803021</id><published>2007-10-25T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T04:11:00.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not a very brilliant day. didn't feel too happy or amused or excited or joyful about anything. in fact, i felt more down than i usually did.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, so it IS about her again. damn, i'm like &lt;u&gt;THE&lt;/u&gt; most sensitive idiot on the planet! how am i supposed to live if i'm going to feel sad and down when things are not going my way? i can't stand the way i get hurt by the smallest things EVER. and then comes my anger. i get angry at the stupidest things, esp when it comes to this delicate thing called 'friendship'. it SUCKS! i'm just so freaking emotional and sensitive that i get on my own nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KELLY! WAKE UP &amp;amp; GET ON WITH YOUR LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, this is difficult. ): i can't be emo-ing myself. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay this is going to be a feelings, emotional stuff stuff post so if you don't like this wimpy stuff i suggest you go right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like when that SFE person came to class, she was sort of making me realise the kind of wimp i actually was. i mean, i got so worked up (or GET so worked up) over the most useless issues and then i take a long while to get over it. i take like the time it takes for you to blink to get worked up over it, then i take the time it takes for a goldfish to blink to get OVER it. &gt;:( it's so frustrating that i can't control my own emotions! i get so upset for absolutely no reason sometimes and it's usually over 2 people only. i mean, i thought i could handle this growing up thing you know. just turns out that i can't even handle the first, basic stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i can't trust who i would call Ms PMS anymore. even though we seem close and everything and it's like as if we share secrets and blah blah blah, i feel like i've wasted my efforts and time trying to make the other pary happy and contented when in my company. i think the 'close' thing is absolute rubbish. it's not true at all. how could you possibly call us close when you find out that i have so much against her and yet can't hold it against her for long. i can't make up my mind whether i am really what you could call a friend in the first place, how could you call us close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year has really opened up my eyes spiritually and emotionally. i realised that the people around me whom i placed so much trust in can't even be trusted with the smallest thing. i realised their faults and weaknesses and i can't seem to look past them to see the good things about them. it's sad to know that i cannot trust people i would actually truely call my FRIENDS. i feel so depressed over the fact that i cannot control myself from either blowing up, breaking down or just stoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, i just can't discuss this anymore. i feel like i'm going to break down any moment. to add to the burdern, she's asking me a sensitive question and i keep avoiding it. now, i don't know if i can anymore. she'll find out anyway and by then, i would be trapped in a corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-1350760271193803021?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1350760271193803021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1350760271193803021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#1350760271193803021' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-969750469211814451</id><published>2007-10-24T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:32:00.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rx7xlkILbUI/AAAAAAAAABE/tdJp9er5jEA/s1600-h/moose.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124799053649636674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rx7xlkILbUI/AAAAAAAAABE/tdJp9er5jEA/s320/moose.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DAMN you guys rock :D makin' everybody happy everyday, standin' by each other ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard about a rumour about someone from someone. Can't say who or when or what cuz i may be chased by someone. :D But what i want to say is that the rumour is &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;COMPLETELY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, undeniably &lt;b&gt;UNTRUE&lt;/b&gt;. I mean, you look at her. how could ANYBODY in their right state of mind ACTUALLY think that of her?! all i can really seriously say is that whoever started the rumour is a brainless imbecile with no sense of judgement at all and if she has a motive of some sort she better start giving up now or she ain't gonna have a very nice future when other people find out about this. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was completely mindless. we hardly did anything and we were like playing daidi and cheat. -.- proving how bored we all were and also desperate to not waste our time. (okay, so maybe we DID in the end ):) but cheat was fun :D everybody said that when i cheat i have certain giveaways &gt;:( damn. but beatrice is super funny lah! when she ACTUALLY cheats, she's got this funny expression on her face and when she says the number it's all funny and smothered, like as if she's trying not to laugh. (and yes, she WAS trying not to laugh) so we were all quite shocked when she managed to finish off her cards. O: yup yup, so i guess that was the most eventful thing all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the SFE talks were the dumbest. we heard all of them like a gazillion times before and we were totally not paying attention at all. pearlene and i were talking at the back, angela was writing something, hillary was writing a card, everybody else was either sleeping, doodling or talking. (yeah, beatrice was sleeping) and SOME people were biting their skin. you know the dried up hard skin at the side of your nails and when you peel it, it usually hurts and when you wash your hair it hurts even more? yeah. &gt;:p it's gross. some people do it in this really gross manner where they slobber all over their fingers and i dont' even see them take out the skin from their mouths or even spit the skin out. &gt;:p &gt;:p &gt;:p yuck yuck yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second SFE talk was SUPER boring. even more boring than the first one. but the dripping from the aircon above us and the word game that val and sarah were playing helped to "liven" up the atmosphere. (okay, so I lied) we learnt EVERYTHING already and the dining etiquette one was the stupidest part. i think the school should just trash all these kind of talks and save their money for other worthy causes like upgrading our classrooms and canteens and maybe buying more instruments for the band, etc etc etc. what the school REALLY needs to do is listen to the students. what's the school for man? listen to us, and you'll get a REALLY good school and when you've got the great facilities and stuff, you'll get the rich kids FLOCKING to our school like bees to honey and then YOU will get rich too and THEN you will realise the importance of listening to your students and if you're smart enough to get the message, you'll start listening and ACTING on your words. yup that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you I have SO much self-control. :D I was super tempted to buy fishballs and my tomato twisties but after much consideration of the calories i was about to consume and also the guilty conscience i knew i would feel, I &lt;b&gt;RESISTED&lt;/b&gt;! isn't that fantastically wonderful? oh yes it is! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine fine, i'm BORED alright. there's NOTHING to do at home (even though i know there's this nagging voice in my head telling me to go and clear my room before you-know-who comes home to nag at me) and the computer isn't being very cooperative either considering it insists on restarting three times before preparing itself for my usage. &gt;:( it's stupidly mindless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH and i've got a new catchy line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good? good? heh heh..i KNEW you would love it :D okay, i shall stop being egotistical and making you readers out there so annoyed with my nonsense and go and clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-969750469211814451?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/969750469211814451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/969750469211814451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#969750469211814451' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rx7xlkILbUI/AAAAAAAAABE/tdJp9er5jEA/s72-c/moose.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5197231044464082357</id><published>2007-10-22T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T01:32:25.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M FUGGIN' PISSED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i'm absolutely sick and tired of Ms Budge-into-everybody's-way. Ms BIEW. ugh ugh ugh. I cannot tolerate her nonsense anymore! How can you possibly stand someone who keeps on insisting that she is right and her way is the best and someone who keeps budging into everybody's life?! She seriously needs an attitude check. she thinks she's so freaking nice and so freaking perfect and she thinks that she gets to have her way just the way she wants it herself! how can that be humanely possible? she gets her way, yes, but doesn't she realise at all that while satisfying her own wants (&amp;amp; i'm serious it's not needs) she's actually making life difficult for others?! doesn't she realise that she's not the world's ms i-am-so-nice but the world's ms i-am-so-full-of-myself-i-bulge?! how can ANYBODY get on everybody's nerves like that? she thinks that everybody likes her but in actual face (and i'm sorry to say this) we all bitch about her. i know that's not nice but we all need to get it out! how can we possibly hold all our anger and fury in when she's prancing and dancing on EVERYBODY'S nerves?! she gets on MY nerves that's for sure. I &lt;i&gt;act&lt;/i&gt; nice to her and all but she's seriously taking it all for granted. &amp;amp; to think i thought she was okay already, she started taking advantage of the fact that i'm okay with her already and starts being all pushy and everything. I thought those issues i had with her were over, but now i think i've got so many issues with her i've gotta put all of them on a magazine rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball carnival today was great. (okay, except for the part when Ms BIEW ruined it all) we won all the games (:D) plus we got &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2ND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for the dance unlike the &lt;s&gt;last&lt;/s&gt; we got the other time. sadly, pinkie and vanessa got injured and they were my only GD's so i had to play GD for one game and you cannot believe how awkward i felt in that goal circle. o.O still, we won all the games, proving that 1/1 is not bad at all and we OBVIOUSLY work better with more rules cuz for the captain's ball game we tied. : yupyup so 1/1 works better when we've got more guidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass dance was after the games and my poor eardrums were suffering under the most horrible sound system there was at kallang. &gt;:( it sucks! it muffles everything up and squeaks every 3 seconds! thankfully, we all survived and i cabbed home with grace and val. val scraped her leg and she used like 10 pieces of tissue to stop the bleeding and it didn't stop till we arrived at my place. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val and I went to the playground while waiting for her dad. the playground was filled with quite a few daft guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"first, you must close your EYESIGHT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah sure, so i've got the power to decide to shut down my eyesight right? yup, mm hmm. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, so val's dad finally came and here i am. (okay AFTER my shower) nobody i can talk to is online. :( everybody is either at training or having something else or DOING something else. maybe i SHOULD start clearing my room. better do it when kev is not back from camp and when BOTH my parents are out or both parties will start complaining and commenting on a lot of redundant things and start annoying me again. yup, i WILL start to clear my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I'm starting to regurgetate rubbish and crap now so I guess i better end this post before i start bitching about other people like Ms RIIYF or ms BIEW as i have just introduced today. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5197231044464082357?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5197231044464082357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5197231044464082357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5197231044464082357' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-3847391776771194845</id><published>2007-10-20T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T07:26:25.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised the reality of my stupidity. It's like, my IQ is 105 (according to a test on blogthings) and everybody else's is like...115 and above. it's so demoralising! how can i be SO stupid?! I'm &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; stupid! nobody is, damnit! GRRAAGGRRHH it's just so frustrating that my intellect cannot be compared to the vast knowledge of others. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished reading under the blood-red sun by some Graham dude. reminds me of the name of Clarice's old house. :D good times, good times. yup, so i'm reading The Boy from the Basement by Susan Shaw. It's pretty good so far, quite deep and it's not the usual plot everybody uses all the time. yes, so this way i will FEEL intellectual by reading good books. yes i will! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball Carnival at Kallang on Monday. :( Sarah sabo-ed me and made me the stupid "captain". i hate that. SHE was supposed to be captain. ):&lt; I realised that I've been quite temperamental lately. it's like my mood will change instantly if something doesn't go my way or if i like/don't like something/a situation. it's a bit annoying sometimes that i can't control my own emotions and i send everybody bitching about me. D:&lt; so yeah, i think i've got a low EQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band today was absolute rubbishit. we just ran a few rounds around the school (cuz it was RAINING) and then the two seniors asked if we were scared of them. Several instant NO-s and some nooooo... and also some "what the hell?" i'm telling you, those two were the most harmless seniors around and when they heard that we weren't scared, they were like mumbling "we should be more scary leh...not scary enough you know, how?" and we're all just there, sniggering away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went back up to the band room and we weren't allowed to go in. and we were expected to self practise while our seniors were practising. and us poor hornists all share instruments so we couldn't practise at all so in the end we ended up watching the saxaphone section practise and i ended up playing stupid hand games with beatrice. -.- i'm telling you i totally wasted like 2 hours of my life in school when i could be at home snoozing away. &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i don't really feel like posting now. i don't know why but i don't feel happy. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-3847391776771194845?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3847391776771194845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3847391776771194845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3847391776771194845' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-2449095496706713377</id><published>2007-10-17T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:25:32.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;POMPOUS&lt;/b&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;1) excessively elevated or ornate &lt;pompous&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) having or exhibiting self-importance&lt;br /&gt;4) relating to or suggestive of pomp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOHH. so &lt;i&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt; what it means. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...we got back our &lt;u&gt;English&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Geog&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;SOVA&lt;/u&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;PW&lt;/u&gt; marks today. frankly, i don't think i did &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt; badly and I think I seriously improved! PLUS i just found out that i got like A2 for my overall for geog (as in the whole year) and i got A1 for SOVA :D (even though that sarah toh beat me...buuuut that doesn't matter (:) yup yup so I'm actually quite happy :D although i know i will be demoralised when i get back my chinese &lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt; that's &lt;i&gt;after&lt;/i&gt; the maths trail tomorrow and i &lt;b&gt;KNOW&lt;/b&gt; it'll be loads and loads of fun! (well, it BETTER be &gt;:) so yes, i won't be unhappy at all tmr. but seriously, my english is damn stupid. o.5 marks. come ON what &lt;i&gt;IS&lt;/i&gt; 1/2 a mark?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooh I can't wait for maths trail tomorrow! (although i sound like a total NERD saying this) I'm gonna be partnering Nutty &amp;amp; Sarah and Pinkie think that we could band with Beatrice's group if we are doing amazing race or something and if we gotta step on some mat or cross some line, we'll do it &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;TOGETHER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. yes we will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is friggin' hot now and i seriously pity the netballers. they're all gonna be coming back to school tomorrow (or NOT) with aching joints, backs, muscles. and guess what? I came home from band yesterday with aching &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; muscles? CHEEK. that's like stupid but seriously, my senior told me you could actually STRAIN a lip muscle. o.O that's the WEIRDEST thing i've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to J8 with Val today who is one of the FUNNIEST people i've ever met. :D it's like i told her i was going to be @ J8 for like only 15mins and you should have seen the look on her face! it was like 10x funnier than :O! haha, so she still followed me in the end. and i managed to exchange my tshirt for a nicer and funnier one and then i went to the library to pay for the fines my lazy sister never got up to do 5 years ago. (mind you, val was still with me) then we went up to borrow some books. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then val's sister called to say that val had to go home and not watch the movie cuz she was busy. then val said something really funny in this hilariously whiny tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHH YOU VERY IRRITATING LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was laughing my head off till the librarian came over and told me to shut up. (okay she said keep quiet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, Val is the most picky reader i've met so far. it took me like 10-15mins to choose my THREE books and she took like 45mins to choose 4. (and i chose two for her lah!) yup, then i went home so she had to go home too. haha, val you're seriously retardedly funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i went home and found that i didn't have any lunch even though i very LOUDLY and OBVIOUSLY reminded my mother to tell my maid to EAT FIRST and not wait for me. and that means that she still has to cook right? i told my mum that i was home for lunch, just a little late that's all! &gt;:( so I cooked something for myself (which i'm still eating) and now here i am rotting away yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DON'T SUCCEED AT FIRST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY READING THE DIRECTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-2449095496706713377?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2449095496706713377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2449095496706713377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2449095496706713377' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-3438573271565608987</id><published>2007-10-16T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T05:24:18.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know i just realised that the class blog has more posts than MY blog does.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my blog's been around for like 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;Great, can you imagine the big loser i feel like right now? &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band today was &lt;b&gt;FRIGGIN'&lt;/b&gt; WICKED dude! We just got the pieces for our EOY concert and the Christmas one TOTALLY rocks! well, okay it WOULD rock if we didn't screw up the timings and the pitches. but OTHER than that, i think the concert's gonna be really great! the pieces sound brilliant and the band is seriously improving! &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;however, i think the percussionists have to catch up a bit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pieces we'll be playing (betcha dont' know a thing about them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1} &lt;b&gt;Tuba in Cuba&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2} &lt;b&gt;The &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; Bells of Christmas&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;seriously, this one is the BOMB&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3} &lt;b&gt;Dr. Rock&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;we haven't tried this out yet but sounds good!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup, so that's what you're gonna be expecting on the 1st. You guys jolly well better be coming! Beatrice postponed her trip for this! (okay, actually, so did I!) you're gonna have to pay for the tickets cuz it's a FUND-RAISING concert and we're raising funds for our trip to &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;OSAKA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYBODY SCREAMM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i'm so psyched! i'm STILL so psyched. it's gonna be super cool kiddo so THUCKERS to those who didn't join band in the first place! i mean seriously, once that "shabalabaflabalabadingdong" person leaves, IT'S FREEDOM TO ALL LIBERTY PEOPLE! (that's totally grammatically wrong man) okay, back to the concert. ST MARG'S is comin' too! plus my friend's gonna be performing and my church friends are gonna come too! (well, if i manage to hype them into BUYING the tickets in the first place :D) yup, so the concert's gonna be a blast so EVERYBODY'S gotta come yeah? :D &lt;i&gt;I know you're just DYING to see me with my horn ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. so school starts tomorrow. aaaand we're checking our papers. oh the HORRORS! :'( I seriously think i'm going to fail chinese AND history. I mean hello?! I didn't set a SINGLE example for the stupid questions! I screwed it up! and it's like EVERYBODY else set examples for like EVERYTHING. oh poof i hope I'll at &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt; get marks for stating the right facts and explaining the stuff correctly. D': oh well, everybody cross your hearts for tmr's results! I seriously hope that 1/1 will improve (cuz i know we definitely deproved during the CAs) oh man i really hope that i got A2/A1 for geog so i can assure myself of a B at least. ): I know i didn't do so well for the exams this year and i really aim to strive for perfection next year. hope that i will at LEAST be able to stay in 2/1. sighh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who i'm sitting next to tmr... I hope we get to choose or I'll end up with some mess freak and i will freak out myself! okaaaay i think i will end off the post now. :D enough to satisfy you people i hope. OH YAH i just realised that although my tag board seems dead, quite a number of people visit my blog and i don't even know that some of them actually read blogs in the first place. o.O you guys need to tag man. :D i will tag on YOUR blogs if you tag on mine ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm only human &amp;amp; that's my saving grace...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-3438573271565608987?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3438573271565608987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3438573271565608987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3438573271565608987' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-3623101434444232918</id><published>2007-10-14T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:52:21.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SWIMOE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny shit man. we had a lot of fun and i decided that i WILL post about it even if it is against anybody's will cuz this is MY day and this is when i had MY fun and besides, this is at MY place! so who gives anybody any shit legal right to tell me whether I should have done this or that?! I INVITE ANYBODY I WANT CUZ IT'S MY PLACE, MY LIFE AND &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;OUR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; FUN! hmph, and i hope i made that clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. i had LOADS of fun on friday. :D Beatrice, Grace, Pearlene, Pinkie &amp;amp; Sarah came over to my place to swim. okay so maybe Grace just happened to go down. yup yup, we talked a lot, screamed a lot (cuz SOMEBODY was smackin' everybody's boobs!) and we played ping pong. haha BALLS OF FURY! anyways, it rained but we didn't care and we were just there...paddle paddle splash splash swim swim. UNTIL. crack BOOM BOOM BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we RAAAN out and went in to play ping pong, courtesy of uncle george who lent us the stuff. Beatrice is just weird okay. she hits the ball and it goes flying everywhere until it lands on the light and we can't get it out. she did that stunt of hers like three, whole, times. TSK! can you imagine what anabel would have said if she found out? (yeah she's uncle george's daughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sarah bumped her head against the table and we went back to swim. her bruise was COOL man! it looked like a BOOMERANG! had JAP food after that. Pearlene was having tempura udon, sarah was having kani maki with mango temaki, grace was having...california roll and so was pinkie and beatrice was eating....fries. I KNOW!!! super weird lah she! it's like jap jap jap jap jap and then western stuff pop out of no where. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearlene was taking a whole lot of weird videos and it was super super funny. I saw it yesterday and i was laughing my stupid ass off! i can't imagine we did all those stupid things and how sick minded pearlene really is. &gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearlene, Sarah and I talked a lot by the pool side and Beatrice, Grace and Pinkie talked outside the clubhouse. i guess this is just the inevitable. yep, so we had lots of fun today. and i was super super tired after that so i just zonked out after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;I went to run today and it was pathetic. the stupid machine. i dunno if it's tellin' me the dang truth or not. how can one person possibly take 12 minutes to run 1.6km?! that's how long some people take to run 2.4km. ?!?!?! HELLO?! exaggerrating much. but i lost 120 kcals and 1 kg so that gives me a small sense of achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Beatrice on the phone yesterday and it was horrible. I found out about so many things, it hurts me a lot. it really does. and it concerns so many people and is going to happen so soon. ): how could someone be so evil as to try to...break up a friendship?! sigh... nvm, maybe this is just another passing storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, i'm meeting Pearliniee for lunch today and a bit of shopping for *ahem* so yes, i need to go and compost myself and get ready. ciao THUCKERS! (haha i got you beatrice!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-3623101434444232918?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3623101434444232918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3623101434444232918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3623101434444232918' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6041007182259691359</id><published>2007-10-13T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:50:52.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUP WORLD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh and &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;u&gt;GRACE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! :D hope you like what I got for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life's a bit boring now, running out of fun fuel. Parents-Leaders meeting is on 28th. oh the HORRORS! Martin Luther today. was a bit boring considering the subtitles were translated directly from chinese (&amp;amp; Luther is not a chinese film) and were absolute gibberish (Martin Luther because Horse cube Road virtue -.-) so not only did the murmurings and the mutterings of the actors add to the lack of understanding, so did the nonsensical subtitles. pity we never got to find out who was in charge of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Last day of the holidays for me tomorrow. Band starts on tuesday. (RAAAGGRRHHH!!!) I'm planning to go to the gym in the morning and slack throughout the rest of the day. not forgetting that i have to read through my stupid fingerings in order to avoid humiliation on tuesday and a lesser number of "I-told-you-so"s. *psst psst. nobody is supposed to know this but I was supposedly at my cousin's wedding on Friday when i was supposed to be at sectionals. &amp;amp; guess what? my cousin ain't getting married until a YEAR later. :D sniggers.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I had fun on Friday. I dont' understand why I should be restricted to NOT posting about it. I mean, if she gets to post about her own gallivants and we dont' say a thing about it, then why shouldn't we get to either? sigh...i dont' know what to do about it but i jolly well think that i should be posting about my own day only that I don't know what to expect from the rest. but in a nutshell, i had fun. i really did, after quite a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Did anybody read about Doris Lessing (yes the one who wrote Flight) yesterday? she got the Nobel Prize for literature and apparently she's the oldest recepient for that (she's 88 :O) guess what her famous words were?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;OH CHRIST...I COULDN'T CARE LESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OMG! isn't she the funniest?! you're not too late, you can go and read the report if your parents haven't tossed yesterday's papers away yet. i think she's gonna be another one of the few people i admire. :D she's HILARIOUS! wait till she finds out we did an exam on one of her works. let's see HER take that exam and see what she gets! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ooooookay... exams are over. yippee yippee hooray yay. so what?! now we've got nothing to do and we're supposed to let our brains have their OWN brains and decide to take over our bodies and ooze out from our ears and strive for world domination?! what, FIRST THE BODY, THEN THE WORLD! is that right? poof it's not! i'm going raving mad here with nothign to do. and the computer doesn't have anything very enticing either. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;psst psst, i can't wait pinkie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;right, i'm starting to crap now so i guess i'll go rot somewhere else. ):&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-6041007182259691359?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6041007182259691359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6041007182259691359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6041007182259691359' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5217613571539679480</id><published>2007-10-11T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:32:00.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh bother. I never thought (not once) that my brain would decide to rot and disintergrate into matters of nothingness in less than a day after exams. never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent my day doing absoloutely pointless things like taking pointless meaningless personality tests. and incidentally, i found out that with my personality, i should play the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAXAPHONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. see?! see?! i TOLD everybody that thinking of playing the sax wasn't/isn't a bad idea! but nooo the stupid conductor just HAD to dump me in the horn section where i'm having a HELL of a time now. yup. thanks a lot mr blubber cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was talking to sarah about what hairstyle she should cut when she grows her hair. she decided to get something like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120080074963737154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rw4ts2nE2kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HTNhp37e5vc/s320/bob_blonde.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay minus the sexy clothing and the blonde colour. i think it's quite okay. and she's gonna layer it so it wont' be as straight down as this pic. it took her a long time to decide with this hairstyle. talk about indecisive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;right, so after she went off to watch TV i was left with more personality tests to take. talked to Jia for a while. his school is pretty stupid. why on earth would anyone seperate paper 1 &amp;amp; 2 for maths for seperate days? it's ridiculous and an absolute waste of time! OH OH i found this picture online. two actually. it's really funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rw4vR2nE2mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZxywYfzkEbc/s1600-h/how+to+dress+emo!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120081810130524770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" height="258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rw4vR2nE2mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZxywYfzkEbc/s320/how+to+dress+emo!.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rw4vC2nE2lI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ps7wONYvQVM/s1600-h/emo+quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120081552432486994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="140" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rw4vC2nE2lI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ps7wONYvQVM/s320/emo+quote.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rw4vR2nE2mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZxywYfzkEbc/s1600-h/how+to+dress+emo!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;click on both of them if you can't see them clearly. seriously it's really stupid and kinda true too. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rw4vR2nE2mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZxywYfzkEbc/s1600-h/how+to+dress+emo!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the mindless things i was doing today. after the invasion of the personality tests, i went to rot for an hour and a half in front of the TV and about half an hour on the piano. Dont' forget i also talked quite a bit on the phone. if this is what my lifestyle's gonna be like for the next two months....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I THINK I LIKE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha seriously. all the slacking in the world dude. plus the additional going to and fro friends' houses and of course the band practises and the occasional trip around the world. :D talk about enjoying freedom girl. I think i'm going to enjoy this for a while :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pearlene and I are arguing about who's fatter. I think i am. it's UNdeniable! it's sooooo obvious that my blubber sticks out more than hers (and NO i'm not being proud about this) then she pipes up about guys and we move on to female rapists. seriously i don't know how we maneouver conversations nowadays. tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, considering my life isn't about to get anymore interesting right about now, i guess i'll sign off here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rw4vR2nE2mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZxywYfzkEbc/s1600-h/how+to+dress+emo!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5217613571539679480?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5217613571539679480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5217613571539679480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5217613571539679480' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rw4ts2nE2kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HTNhp37e5vc/s72-c/bob_blonde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-8979160502255714579</id><published>2007-10-10T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:32:00.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rw2bE2nE2jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-hBx6-uYZh8/s1600-h/bloody.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119918859071314482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rw2bE2nE2jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-hBx6-uYZh8/s320/bloody.bmp" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number one, Don't freak out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number two, This is not real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number three, I hope you will be able to sleep tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE HISTORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goooooo people, we managed to survive! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten of us (Beatrice, Grace, Laura, Lisa, Natasha, Pearlene, Pinkie, Sarah, Valerie &amp;amp; me) celebrated Grace's birthday yesterday! :D pinkie got the cake from some bakery in AMK and i stupidly forgot to bring the forks and the lighter. so i got 10 forks from a very suspicious malay stall vendor and a lighter from PQ's dad. the cake was pretty good (tho i ate like 1/100 of it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to change after that and to Orchard to wait for pinkie to be done with her back therapy. had loads of fun today man! seriously, balls of fury is the STUPIDEST most HILARIOUS comedy I've seen in a while! the old master guy is super cool! (and a bit stupid too, but that doesn't matter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to stretch our cheek muscles in front of a puny small tiny camera after that. (yeah that means the neoprints stuff) some of the pictures turned out really nice. surprisingly we could all fit into like one machine. :D totally proves that we are NOT fat. (but I am!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay dont' exactly feel like posting now. I'm touching on a very touchy issue with Beatrice right now and when i get over it I may post about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-8979160502255714579?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8979160502255714579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8979160502255714579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8979160502255714579' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rw2bE2nE2jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-hBx6-uYZh8/s72-c/bloody.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-4804508662885138866</id><published>2007-09-28T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T02:11:49.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HELLO MARTIANS OF THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOVA was ookay today. though i totally mixed up the shape thing. (I mean organic? what kind of a shape is organic?! FOOD?!) Angela was being really gross today. She had this minor nose bleed and she "preserved" the blood. &gt;:p she stuck scotch tape all over it and it was this shiny piece of tissue paper with huge spots of orangey reddish blood all over. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid coughing fit is still dominating me. it's like i'm coughing half of my life away. but THANK GOD i didn't cough at all during my drama exam. (= drama was alright. a few issues here and there but i hope they're all forgotten. Laura's group was super super super funny!!! esp Laura. haha "you think you're so CLEVER *does the hand thing*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah didn't come to school today :( she's got the stomach flu (which i got like twice. I'm telling you it sucks) and she got to miss SOVA. &gt;:O stupid lucky pig. &lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt; she missed our wonderful drama performances so NEH NEH NI NEH NEH!!! (okay please don't come after me for doing this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh...gotta study!!! STUDYING &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;STINKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; man! i have like 3 more sub chapters for chapter 6 to study for history and i still have to study science plus chinese and i have to do all my assessments and I HAVE TUITION TODAY. plus we're doing zuo wen. THIS IS ABSOLUTE RUBBISH! what is this nonsense that i have to put up with every single year?! pfft. &gt;:( nvm, I will study my science tmr with my WONDERFUL churchies :D psst psst. one of them is a STAR! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY okay, I'll go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;I AM KELLY AND I WILL + CAN STUDY! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got the &lt;b&gt;POWER&lt;/b&gt; WHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-4804508662885138866?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4804508662885138866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4804508662885138866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4804508662885138866' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-4821099868788699433</id><published>2007-09-14T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:00:13.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s a label?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody. (:&lt;br /&gt;It's a happy, dreary day. (:&lt;br /&gt;Note the juxtaposition of happy and dreary. (:&lt;br /&gt;New word that i finally know how to use. (:&lt;br /&gt;And yes i &lt;u&gt;DO&lt;/u&gt; know that I'm pissing you off by doing this. (:&lt;br /&gt;Shall I continue with doing it? (:&lt;br /&gt;Nope. (:&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it's pissing me off too. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I remember &lt;b&gt;everybody&lt;/b&gt; used to do that when they were posting. &lt;s&gt;including me, but no one has to know that&lt;/s&gt; one sentence. enter. one sentence. enter. UGH. Now it really pisses me off, cuz it makes me feel like that person is just trying to lengthen her post and make it really annoying that i have to scroll down at almost every sentence. D:&lt; baaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading oneone's archive's just now and i realised how much of a bitch i was being. But then again, it's all over now and I'll never be able to feel like the way i was then. and it's all over now so Ms Kelly please PICK yourself up and &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOVE ON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Haha, reminds me of that Mr Brown show. But that's soooooo five minutes ago. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me also of what Pinkie said yesterday. We were talking about how annoyingly bimbotic all the stupid imbeciles of the P1s and P2s are becoming nowadays. (Let's not talk about the older pri school people) I mean, you've got someone who's like...5 years your senior right in front of your face. Let's say you didn't catch what she was saying. would you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) "Could you like, repeat that? I didn't exactly like, hear you." In that all time bitchy bimbotic voice, top it off with the hand pose and the "hips to the left, waist to the right" pose.&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;b)"excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess the options just speak for themselves. How annoying can you get? the world's got enough bitchy people in the older world, please, we don't need any in the lower primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooookay. SA's are in one weeks' time &lt;b&gt;NO THANKS&lt;/b&gt; to the MOE for pushing the O Levels forward. But then again, technically, we've got about two weeks to study cuz the first week of exams are "unstudyable" subjects like English and SOVA (which sucks a lot, thank you very much.) Here's to the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my report card yesterday. Not too happy about it. Deproved over all and i hate that. &gt;:(  I think the whole of 1/1 totally deproved &lt;u&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/u&gt; so that's not too bad on the whole. BUT STILL. it's &lt;b&gt;MY &lt;/b&gt; results that matter, not the bloody class'. At least i haven't failed anything so far. (yep, that includes chinese :D) Got history back too. which I'm not too happy about. I should have TOTALLY not told Ms RIIYF my marks cuz she was being a total show off and a super bitch in saying "oh YAY! i beat you! i got 27! HAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, go and do drugs or something. You piss me off, and I dont' need anymore piss in my life, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just liked to share a verse with y'all, just to brighten up your gloomy day or life.&lt;br /&gt;"For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to seperate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord" Romans 8:37-39&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just beautiful and so comforting to know? well it is to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-4821099868788699433?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4821099868788699433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4821099868788699433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4821099868788699433' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-7561530962807283256</id><published>2007-09-06T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T07:19:50.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Psshh...I've been really down lately. okay maybe not lately, maybe it's been embedded in me since I came here, maybe it's the people around me, maybe it's something else. But the whole point being that I've realised these down &amp; depressed emotions acting up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...I really don't know how to explain it. I mean, it feels like this unpleasant weight on your tongue and this empty feeling in your guts. It feels like you're in this neverending war with yourself, contradicting yourself when you keep denying your feelings. It's like...you want the world to end &amp;  everyone's telling you, "It's endin', it's endin'! Global warming is..." and all that shit but it seems like the world's still going strong. I feel like I'm trapped in some sort of cage where my emotions are raging and they just keep biting and attacking, making me feel a whole lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like that apostle (what's his name again?) who got stoned in public, to &lt;u&gt;death&lt;/u&gt;. It ain't his fault and he had to die. It could be my fault and I ain't dying. &lt;s&gt;okay so maybe I'm not exactly like him&lt;/s&gt; but the whole point is, I feel bad. I can't possibly post it on my blog cuz that would drive some people mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole point is, in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FEEL DOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotionally, physically, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty productive i suppose. We managed to get the scene up, we managed to finish our acting, and i made it home alive. Lisa, Laura &amp; Melissa were painting sunflowers (which drive me up the wall incidentally) and the most ironic thing is that when Lisa was done with her entire thing, Laura was only done with 7 petals. !!! haha, that was funny. :D then again, Melissa was helping her, so that's sort of a cheat. I'm not any better anyway. took exactly one hour for each flower which equals to a grand total of 3 hours for my entire art piece which looks absoloutely hideous. I totally destroyed two elements simultaneously in under 3 hours. not very commendable but amazing all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my group was bitching a lot about a lot of people so I feel seriously guilty now. Okay I think I better quit typing or some things which are not very sightly will leak and I will, yet again, be mad at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-7561530962807283256?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7561530962807283256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7561530962807283256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7561530962807283256' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5326112304312613877</id><published>2007-09-04T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:31:12.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grissom:What am I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SomeGuy:That I'm about to get a promotion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grissom: I'm thinking you should start concentrating on your other five senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!! I got that from CSI Las Vegas 6. Today's episode was plain spooky okay. All the funny psychic stuff they were playing around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've got a huge mosquito bite on my &lt;b&gt;lip&lt;/b&gt;. Yes I know, reeeaaally embarrassing. And it's so effin' &lt;u&gt;ITCHY&lt;/u&gt;! Dangit! It's so fun to touch, so bumpy, so smooth. Haha, weird or WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Productive day today. (: Managed to get a headstart on lit which is horribly difficult and requires &lt;b&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brainwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. ewww...my brain's been squeezed dry already considering all the other hwk PLUS study we got to do. ALSO finished the stupid chinese compo which I've been putting off since I started waiting for the cows to come home. So let's have a quick update on Kelly's homework list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Geog&lt;/b&gt; Progress---&gt;20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese&lt;/b&gt;Progress---&gt;70% (still got the blah yu stuff to rmb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;Progress---&gt;100%!!! &lt;i&gt;at last...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt;Progress---&gt;100%!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History&lt;/b&gt;Progress---&gt;0% &lt;i&gt;zilch...&amp; i bet my group doesn't even rmb!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lit&lt;/b&gt;Progress---&gt;10% &lt;i&gt;at LEAST i actually started&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drama&lt;/b&gt;Progress---&gt;50% &lt;i&gt;really proud to say that!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it! MY HOMEWORK LIST!!! i'm considered pretty hardworking already considering i know some people who haven't even finished anything they started. &lt;i&gt;yes hillary, this means you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama meeting was pretty productive today though not up to my expectations considering everybody was digressing anyway. okay okay, so it's MY fault. tsk. We managed to get &lt;u&gt;MOST&lt;/u&gt; of our lines right and we've already decided on props and costumes! aaaaaand we've got TWO more meetings to go which equals to more progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary insisted on walking home with me today so i decided to take the shortcut &lt;s&gt;and get rid of her as soon as possible&lt;/s&gt;. haha nah lah. we saw the two very familiar and annoying monkeys which chased me the other time. Not very fond of them clearly. Hillary was being super daft and an imbecile by trying to attract their attention and thus causing Deja Vu for ME. but in the end i managed to get her to shaddup and we walked to the shortcut. which was not very easy i must admit considering Hillary was being so obsinate and affirmed of her beliefs that serial murderers lived in the shortcut i was about to bring her thru. then again, i HAVE been thru that shortcut like...ALL MY LIFE?! and there she was freaking out for 5 whole minutes of my life, thus wasting 5 whole minutes of my life. tsk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I brought her to the playground where she confessed that she watched too many gangster shows (explaining that obstinate belief) and she watched more chinese than english shows because she simply cannot grasp the plot of english shows without the help of chinese subtitles. (and you thought she spoke english. turns out it's alien) Her mum managed to arrive and pick her up, resulting in a very peaceful evening for the rest of the night. THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she rmbs this: (to her mum) "Don't you try any funny things ah!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! i can't believe she actually says that to her mum. If i said that to my mum she would probably die laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe this but I'm actually looking forward to tmr's drama meeting! PRODUCTIVE GROUP! don't mind working with them next year ( but seriously chloe, i still think you shouldn't go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace was unbelieveably hardworking. SHE DID CHARACTER ANALASYS FOR ALL OF US! omg like who ACTUALLY does that?! and Chloe looks super cute in two ponytails. haha! everybody's gonna fall in love with her when they see her in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;use your mentality and wake up to reality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5326112304312613877?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5326112304312613877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5326112304312613877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5326112304312613877' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-3059573968157003793</id><published>2007-08-31T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:49:31.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; for standing by us, for picking us up when we fell, for loving us when we were empty, for being just &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;. (Oh crap, I think I've got something in my eye D':)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was HUGE fun! &lt;s&gt;though I didn't get anybody anything&lt;/s&gt;, the concerts and all were really fun. esp the little imitations of teachers. "Don't flatter me, flattering will get you &lt;b&gt;NO WHERE&lt;/b&gt;" Omg that was really the best lah! "I waaaaaaaant...THIS GIRL!" haha I wonder who says that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the Casino Royale one was super funny. "James, what took you so long?" HAHAHA!!! Mrs Helen Tan looked really good today in that &lt;i&gt;sexy&lt;/i&gt; gown plus her heels. (: Fausta Tan was just being plain retarded (as usual) He should have TOTALLY gotten the LAMEST TEACHER AWARD! hmph. Mr Jiow was pretty lame also lah...L FOR LAME! *does that action* and he was hobbling up the stage. get it get it? &lt;u&gt;LAME&lt;/u&gt; = cannot walk also equals to being really stupid. and Helen Tan was REALLY TALL! Faustatan was like tiptoeing up to grab her neck and try to reach as high up as possible so nobody would get the wrong idea. Helen Tan should shrink and gain weight. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert was the mad giving out of presents. I went to follow Beatrice, Sarah, Pinkie, Val, Grace and Laura to just wish the teachers a happy teachers' day. in the end, i ended up as their very own Yati and Maria. ): plus other's too! nvm lah, still had loads of fun. went over to the primary school side where it was WAY less congested. wished loads of people happy teachers' day. popped my head into the staffroom for a bit too. then Lunch with Clara, Vikki, INEZ!!!, Pinkie, Beatrice, Sarah, Grace, Melissa Lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught up quite a bit. had loads of fun together. (: Hope that EOY bbq will be a reality, then we can get the WHOLE of 6Orchid 2006. YAY!!! After lunch, grace and i went to that photocopying shop where we wasted 15mins of our lives because we found out that Beatrice could actually scan the english paper and send it to her. -.- seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home through the scary "jungle" walkway. it was pretty fun i guess, should go by there more often. (since they don't lock it anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the market with Mum and Dad. Met ChloeNg and my church friend there too. saw quite a bunch of IJ girls. I think the turtles at the aquarium are superdee duperdee CUTE!!! Omg! they look exactly like the origami i used to make! only they squirm about a whole lot more and stink too. but they're so cute! pity sarah didn't wana keep them for her birthday, if not i would have totally gotten like 5 for her or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at the market for breakfast then went home. and here i am. thinking about starting on art today, right after i get my paints. Dad doesn't want me to get those white sports shoes for school and he wants me to go to BATA instead. hello?! Bata is totally out of date and the quality is not exactly THAT great you know. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm gonna hate this break a lot. We got the bloody drama thing to prepare for, which i'm not exactly jumping for joy for. Seriously, my group cannot work together at all! they simply do NOT know the meaning of COLLABORATE. (did i spell it correctly?) I'm gonna have a hell of a time during the stupid meetings. how the hell are we gonna practise in school you tell me? humiliate ourselves in front of all our seniors issit?! GRRR!!! Drama had better turn out okay next year. I sincerely hope that some smart ass from 1/2 will come to 2/1 next year to take my place as number 4 so that i can still be number 5 and not end up in the same group as this year. and i really really hope that we won't have bloody project work next year because it is highly unlikely for that smart ass number 4 to come here and i WILL end up in the same group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssshh...I'm so gonna drop drama as soon as i get the opportunity. ):&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-3059573968157003793?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3059573968157003793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3059573968157003793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3059573968157003793' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-2512208364965140421</id><published>2007-08-27T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T03:38:53.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! we can FINALLY add videos to this screwy blogger! thank &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt;. wait, tell me this hasn't been going on for more than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventful week. full of emotions, ups and downs, work (as it always seems) and a bit of travelling too. well at least for me, not sure about you. been having problems with certain people/s and, i dunno, i feel really weird about it. It's like i &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt; to hate her when she's being all awfully mean and criticising towards me and yet i can't maintain this hate when she's being nice (which doesn't happen very often incidentally). I mean, you want to be nice or mean, make up your mind lah! seriously speaking (no offence) you're the cause of all my mood swings. I can't decide whether to detest and despise you because when i do and i act all cold towards you, you sorta take revenge and stop speaking to me too and that makes me feel worse! but when i DO try to be nice to you, i dunno, sometimes you're nice and well...most of the times you're not! so i really can't decide and it's making me feel depressed and all and the more i think about it, the more it makes me wanna cry. I mean it's like split personality you know. If you're gonna decide to be friends with someone, surely you would &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;EITHER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; act nice OR mean right? but then again, being mean to someone would make him/her an enemy now wouldn't it? I dunno...i'm just really confused about this. i just wish that person would walk right up to me and tell me what SHE thinks. It could and WOULD hurt but this will solve all my moody-ness. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the cause of all my problems now, and, as it turns out, everybody else's as well" -a quote from my diary. which i don't often do. but now i feel it's pretty appropriate. time to close the diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about happier things! my Granddaddy's birthday! (okay that's not what i call him) he's like 90 years old which is REALLY old. but he still looks young enough for an old guy like him. haha he's so cute! it's like he sort of waddles when he walks, it's damn funny lah! and my grandmummy kissed him on the cheek after the birthday song!!! IT WAS THE SWEETEST THING! and my cousin managed to get a pic of that. others were complaining that my grandmummy was too fast. haha! maybe they're too slow. ssshhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. this is a short post. I'm going to shower now and then study for history, after which i &lt;u&gt;WILL&lt;/u&gt; finish my colour wheel. damn thing. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-2512208364965140421?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2512208364965140421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2512208364965140421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#2512208364965140421' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-3512203798563041219</id><published>2007-08-17T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T04:42:19.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROMENADE IS &lt;u&gt;THE&lt;/u&gt; BOMB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much I dislike and refrain from doing that, i must say this is a situation where i find myself speechless and wordless except for: BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, you gotta admit, yesterday's show was &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;REALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; good. and for once, the backstage crew was included in the curtain call!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss everyone at WildRice productions...Lu, wenfu, Z, Grace, Greg, Judy...all of them! they were seriously THE best people i've met so far and they ALL rock. I'm gonna miss the promenade people too (even though i'm gonna be able to see you guys in school). Sam, Vanessa, Joyce, Valerie, Cherie, Monisha, Gloria, all the retarded people. they're seriously insane but i love them anyway. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM! i'm gonna miss going to J8 with you and PQ, Beatrice &amp; ShiYin! YAMI YOGHURT ROCKS! "omg yami yoghurt is seriously the bomb. it's like shitxxx yo!" -quoted from Sam's everyday sayings. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa! You're nuts in the head but i love you anyway! who cares about when you screwed up, everybody does! You got your cues right and that's what matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie! You totally owe me one girl...i ran out all the way to get you that can of coke that you probably peed out already and i had to run all the way to the front gate cuz the back gate was closed by that Dewi whatshername! YOU FINALLY GOT YOUR CUE RIGHT!!! go girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce! Cool stage manager dude...i'm gonna miss you going COOKOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monisha! STOP STEALING THE YOGHURT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria! okay i don't really know you but i love you anyway, super tallie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie! YO you're so cool i'm not a fool you dive in the pool and go whoo whoo...okay my rhyming sucks here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's about it. HAHA i love everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-3512203798563041219?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3512203798563041219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3512203798563041219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3512203798563041219' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-2008503359412547653</id><published>2007-08-09T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:11:35.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes i HAVE been waiting for the cows to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's been &lt;u&gt;donkey years&lt;/u&gt; since i've been here. Promenade's been taking up a &lt;b&gt;LOT&lt;/b&gt; of my time. But it's gonna be a FAB show, really. and if you manage to catch a glimpse of the candles, bear in mind: &lt;b&gt;Kelly lit them&lt;/b&gt;. Yep, that's my job for the whole thing. sounds dumb &lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt; without me, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE ANY CANDLES! *gasp* I know! okay seriously, it's gonna be really really great. probably the best there'll ever be. and those going on the dates before the previews (aka test audience) take note that there WILL be familiar &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;TV&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; faces! so keep on those toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH watch out for this big yellow screen in &lt;u&gt;ACT 2&lt;/u&gt;. it's at the staircases on the far end of the courtyard, 2nd level. Beatrice, PQ &amp; ShiYin will be moving it. so you must appreciate their time that they took off to move that thingy and go congratulate all the props girls for doing so well. (: and yes, that DOES mean me too. heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously slacking yesterday, but something good came out of it. I found my two stories which i wrote eeeeeeons ago! none of which are very good but i spent loads of time and effort on them, kays! so NOW, due to my unlimited bounds of imagination, i have started on a NEW one. call me a loser, shoot me, but I &lt;u&gt;LIKE&lt;/u&gt; doing this. and i think this new plot is reeeaaally good! (this may sound like i'm doing really well in compo, but rip that thought off. i'm not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started studying today! okay actually i didn't, maybe i just PLANNED to study today but that's &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; the same thing! i have given a max of 2 days for each subject, &lt;i&gt;i.e&lt;/i&gt; history, geog, mt, science &amp; maths. that's cuz prom theatre is seriously taking up like one WHOLE week of precious studying time so i really have to mug like ANYTHING during these 11 days. I'll be going to the study room after lunch, so all the best to my lack of concentration! (seriously, i think i have like ShortAttentionSpan i.e SAS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i can do this! I can juggle schoolwork, studies, tuition AND prom theatre in these 2 weeks. oh YES i can. all i need is a little PUSH and i'll make it! in any case, (if you do not know) PUSH is = Pray Until Something Happens. universal language i say. WE CAN MAKE IT PEOPLE! prom theatre's gonna be over in a WEEK. just tahan a bit more and we're OUTTA here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay CONCENTRATE i need to study. it's nerdsville for the next week dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dreads*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-2008503359412547653?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2008503359412547653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2008503359412547653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#2008503359412547653' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6694712423782407997</id><published>2007-08-03T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T06:17:26.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear being in props for promenade sucks.&lt;br /&gt;being picked on by mr armstrong's not fun either.&lt;br /&gt;hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean DUDE i didn't even AGREE to be in props and then mr armstrong just go and &lt;u&gt;dump&lt;/u&gt; me and beatrice in props just because they needed more people to move &lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt; pathetic frame that was too big for the bloody weaklings moving it. so at the first chance he got, mr armstrong dumped it on us! what kind of rubb&lt;u&gt;shit&lt;/u&gt; is this?! I HATE PROPS. it's stupid AND it's boring. stupid+boring= kellydoesn'tlikeit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUSSSSSS that ms-rub-it-in-your-face or ms RIIYF is just DAMNED annoying! i mean you got this situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get your exam marks and they aren't exactly the best. and since your partner has already seen them you just leave it on the table and go do something else. then you ask her what did SHE get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do you think you would do if you were the partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) "oh I didn't exactly do that well either. just 25.5 that's all. don't worry, try better next time!"&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;b) "oh 7 marks higher. and i'm &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; boasting okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well guess what MY partner ms RIIYF did? DUH B LAH IF NOT I WOULDN'T BE RANTING ON ABOUT THIS! &lt;b&gt;MAN&lt;/b&gt; she's super annoying! you don't have to rub it in my face right? i know my chinese is not exactly that great and i'm already trying my best. you don't have to go thruout the rest of the lesson saying how easy all the questions i got wrong were right?! i mean the ONLY sole reason you would be diong that is &lt;u&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/u&gt; you want to boast AND rub it in my face! so why do you deny it? trying to be humble? more like making me wanna slap your face upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i realised fausta tan isn't that much of an idiot as i made him out to be. he's actually quite nice. but not nice enough to make me like him. =) hehe...i know SOMEONE who likes him. ssshhh it's a &lt;i&gt;secret&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mr armstrong is just evil and mean and nothing can ever change that. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DAMNIT what the hell is wrong with ms PMS (or whatever that mood swing thing is called) or maybe i should call you ms MOODSWING aka ms MS. i mean dude okay, you not happy then not happy lah! dont have to come and show me your black face right? what is this, happy then treat me nicely, angry then make it seem like it's my fault and treat me like shit issit? well i tell YOU what okay. i think that it should be ME treating YOU like shit and not the other way round alright. i swear i've been totally giving way to you so much and go and happy happy take advantage of the fact that i do not retaliate that much as i did last time if someone pissed me off. you tell me who is treating who like shit now? i tell you, YOU are the one with the SHIT attitude alright. YOU are the one with the freaking BULLSHIT attitude and it's not ME who's supposed to be changing my attitude. it's YOU. it really is YOU. stupid ms MS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've already been starting to treat you like shit. i hope you notice that and change your shit attitude. i will not trust your EMPTY promises anymore. NEVER. you totally lost my trust in you. shit attitude + take advantage = kelly loses trust in you. rmb that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN i'm an angry girl. recently i've been getting these weird mood swings. it's like i feel angry all the time and sometimes depressed and stressed. and there's no apparent reason for this. it's kinda freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well...i pity you reader because you have to bear with my rants. actually you don't. you can just press alt + F4 and get out of here if you don't like it. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE there i go again, being all angry. if i snap at you anytime this week and next week, don't take it to heart cuz it may just be my mood swings. but then again if i really hate you then it's you and not me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-6694712423782407997?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6694712423782407997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6694712423782407997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6694712423782407997' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-1074429365726285365</id><published>2007-07-29T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T02:38:25.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have finally realised what makes some people a B-1-+-c-h in sec school. (you notice it's &lt;u&gt;ONLY&lt;/u&gt; sec school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. so technically, it's not really ANYBODY'S fault that she's a b1+ch. it's really the fault of nature, the fault of the fact that all of us got to mature and have um...watcha call it? that scientific name for moodswings...STP or &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt;thing like that. yup. the fault of our very hormones that define our character. oh wait, it's the deoxyribonucleic acid that makes us like that. hmmm...that's something to think about. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially back in memory lane. Pesta Sukan was &lt;b&gt;AWESOME&lt;/b&gt; man. (why not lady?) okay let's give this a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesta Sukan was &lt;b&gt;AWESOME&lt;/b&gt; lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad. not bad at all. lets try to edit it a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesta Sukan was &lt;b&gt;AWESOME&lt;/b&gt; lay-deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that just looks weird. nvm, it's fine orally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/b&gt;, it really was fun. great fun. and it was kinda cool, playing with my fellow ex seniors, i.e. Gill, PQ &amp; qiao. it's like DEJA VU. woah. we won all the games (: duhh. and we got into the second round which is on 5th August. which is a sunday. which means i'm going to have to miss church. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained in the middle of it all so it sorta ruined everything. and PQ hurt her ankle. poor poor thing. d'ya want me to kiss fer you? LOL. guess not. not with all sorts of diff kinds of sweat on it. (she was sharing shoes with samantha cuz her shoe's sole came off -.- it was super funny) and so the seniors have got 2 more games to play on sunday before they get into the second round. which they are &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; obviously going to get into considering the schools they are playing with suck so much. or issit just that we're so good. sigh, dilemmas dilemmas. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the farewell camp was fun too. annabelle and what'shername were going CRAZY with the mics. &lt;i&gt;hey there delyla what's it like in new york city? i'm a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty yes you do...i speak the truth...times square can't shine as bright as youuuu&lt;/i&gt; it's seriously a nice song. (: OOOOOOOHHH IT'S WHAT YOU DO TO MEEEEE!!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the treasure hunt thingummyit was good. Carol said i'm good at it. (: just proves that oneone people are just SOOOOO smart, it's contagious! and i caught it. :D haha! we watched some movie called "drumline". i tell you, the snare drummers are SOOOOO AWESOME!!! it's &lt;u&gt;UN&lt;/u&gt;believeable i say. it's like rattatatarattatata and it goes 10x faster! woahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE BAND, ONE SOUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised i'm on some stupid banner in school. which is stupid. just plain jane stupid. ugh. i hope nobody finds out. thank GOD i'm like misted up so no one can tell. heh heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorini is officially scary. she hardly smiles, she looks like some hard core basketballer and she's fierce. and that's scary. reeeeaaaally scary. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rochelle, mary-anne is NOT scary. she's nice. just like carol. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...better work on the stupid map. i hate PW. thank GOD we're doing home econs next year. but if it's sewing i'll just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;love is when you like her for 2 months then get over it&lt;br /&gt;big love is when you can't forget her&lt;br /&gt;GREAT love is when your whole life changes around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-taken from &lt;i&gt;win a date with tad hamilton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't it sweeet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-1074429365726285365?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1074429365726285365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1074429365726285365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1074429365726285365' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-3745716829231026239</id><published>2007-07-25T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T06:06:23.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;TOP 5 THINGS BLOGGERS SHOULD &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Number 1) BLOGGERS SHOULD &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; COPY OTHER BLOGGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i mean DUDE, who likes to go blogsurfing and find out that somebody has copied their way of posting and their language and how they type?! i'm stating this here right now and upfront: ANYBODY WHO DOES THAT IS A POSER and has just pissed me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Number 2) BLOGGERS SHOULD &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; POST "CHIO" PICS OF THEM ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;esp if you are TRYING TO ACT CHIO but OBIVOUSLY not succeeding. it totally makes my eyeballs wana turn 180degrees back and stare into my brain rather than stare at the screen with the most ugly face on it. just don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Number 3) BLOGGERS SHOULD &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; SWEAR ONLINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay i'll admit, i've been doing that too. BUT AT LEAST I'VE CUT DOWN!!! some people actually swear on purpose just cuz they think it's superdyduperdy cool. well guess what? IT'S NOT. swearing is NOT the in thing i CAN ASSURE YOU. ever hear Sandra Bullock swear? ever hear madonna swear? ever hear Hugh Grant swear? um...I GUESS NOT. so don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Number 4) BLOGGERS SHOULD &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; POST ABOUT THEIR CRUSHES ONLINE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's the utterly most stupid thing anyone can ever do. WHAT IF HE OR SHE FINDS OUT?! then what are you gonna do? and i say, don't ever post pictures of them online unless they are officially dating you. trust me and don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Number 5) BLOGGERS SHOULD &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; GO ON AND ON ABOUT HOW GREAT THEY ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay that's actually just for me cuz people who do that seriously piss me off. hell yeah you're great. so what?! I don't care! and personally, I DON'T THINK ANYONE ELSE DOES. so yup, don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and that's about it. something fresh, new, probably interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so. today was pretty uneventful. PE was okay. Science was absoloutely traumatizing. i tell you, if i wana look at boobs close up...WELL I DON'T EVEN WANT TO! that stupid video can totally be sold worldwide as CHEAP PORN man. i mean they seriously didn't HAVE to zoom in &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; close right?! my heart is still palpitating in shock because of that horrifying video. and i still can't believe the lady even AGREED to do it. it's just as bad as having to kiss a girl in a MOVIE. maybe even worse. i don't know. it's just plain sick. &gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;sarah didn't come to school today, leaving me feeling very lonely during science. i mean HEY even NICOLE wasn't there! and a bird came into the classroom and pooped on my table. @#%@^@^!$! why MY table? why not nicole's or sarah's or amanda chew's or cyn's or SOMEBODY ELSES?! now i have this funny yellow slime that's SMEARED on my table. it just freaks me out to know that a bird has been on my table, possibly poking aorund in my stuff. eww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;SAMY AND ZOE ARE PLANNING TO VISIT FOR NATIONAL DAY!!! but to tell you the truth, i think they'll be like disappointed and all, seeing the state that orchid is now in. i would be disappointed too actually. ): ORCHID!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE RAH RAH SPIRIT?! sigh...i hope everybody can make it for the chalet in november. but we're still PLANNING it. not seriously confirmed yet. i think we will prob have to make it just a barbeque cuz like chalet have to book A LOT OF ROOMS. so yah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hugh Grant is officially HOT. i don't care what you think or how old he is. he's hot. :D hehehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-3745716829231026239?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3745716829231026239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3745716829231026239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3745716829231026239' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6597507556138978526</id><published>2007-07-23T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T06:46:42.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling: mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no seriously. first, I'm really really upset about my hamster's death and i'm still mourning for him. Keeping him in my prayers everyday, that sort of thing. man, i really miss that little guy. i really can't help myself whenever i look into his cage (which i haven't cleaned cuz i don't wana lose his smell) and wonder why isn't there any movement? and the danged answer always ends up: he's dead girl. wake up. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm also SERIOUSLY pissed with this ONE annoying little !#$@&amp;^*#! she is SO SO SO annoying! goodness! what's wrong with her lah?! i mean hello? you don't have to be so short tempered right? can't even take a joke issit? okay so i spoiled a SMALL MIDGIT part of harry potter for you. you don't have to throw your stupid temper around right? you don't have to come and show me your freaking damned black face right? HELLO?! think you're the princess around here issit? think that you've got control over everyone and that we can't be angry when you're angry and we must be happy when you're happy?! take advantage of me lah! everytime asking me for a favour and when i can't do it, what do you do? you go and 发 your stupid little 脾气 around! what is this?! you're forever asking for favours and i'm forever doing your bidding. i can never have my own opinions around you. why do you think i hate your stupid sleepovers? why do you think i start to ignore you when you start to take advantage of me? HUH?! little princess of this world, i hope you die and burn in hell. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NOW. i'm also happy! i know you're gonna give me that o.O look right? HAHA! but yeah, i had a good lunch today at &lt;b&gt;dintaifung&lt;/b&gt; which is at bishan for those nincompoops who don't know. the bill came down to $48++ and it's like everybody was emptying their wallets and trying to find that last 10cents. LOL. it was so funny! we ate 小笼包!!! it's actually pretty good you know. but of course, the ones in HONGKONG are better. hehe...then all five of us (Beatrice, Laura, Lisa, Grace and me) went to get ice cream at macs cuz since we were all so pathetically broke, we weren't filled. :D after all, the ice cream ONLY costs 60cents. though it's SUPPOSED to cost 50 but because of the !£%^$^*%&amp; 7% GST we have to pay like 10cents more! so yah. laura didn't get any though. and lisa was stuffing two cones into her face. LOL!!! okay she looked kind of ridiculous. dang shld have taken a pic. and when she spoke it was like all muffled up so it was REALLY weird. laura very &lt;b&gt;GENEROUSLY&lt;/b&gt; gave her $1 like she promised cuz she finished the first. =.= and i was the last. =.='' and my cone was like all soggy and disgusting cuz i was taking such a long time to eat it. &lt;u&gt;SORRY&lt;/u&gt; LAH i've got a short tongue. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm also frustrated. cuz my dad simply won't let me go for the Pesta Suka on Saturday which is REALLY REALLY important to me!!! i mean this is totally weird. usually it's the teachers don't allow and the parents allow. but NOW because my dad is so freaking &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;STRICT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with me i can't go!!! and i've got to go for &lt;s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt; band becuase "it's my first cca". oh to hell with that! IT'S ONLY &lt;u&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt; DAY! pfft. I don't care, i'll do ANYTHING to go. i'll even LIE to my dad. even though that's kind of bad. but yah! that's how desperate i am! i REEEEAALLY REEEAALLY hope my dad will let me. it's like a &lt;b&gt;ONCE&lt;/b&gt; a year thing you know! *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. so that's BASICally what happened today. i realised that i actually miss FGA quite a bit. but i miss like Sarah Qiu, the guys (Jia, Nathan, etc) the OLDER guys, the OLDER girls. yeah. okay my bro's gonna uuse the comp now so i gotta bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY HARRY POTTER &amp;amp; THE DEATHLY HALLOWS BOOK &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-6597507556138978526?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6597507556138978526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6597507556138978526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6597507556138978526' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5712188718043497053</id><published>2007-07-22T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T03:14:13.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay it's official.&lt;br /&gt;my hamster, Sneakers died on the 21st of July 2007, Saturday at approximately 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't cry though. i was really really prepared for it. but it still hurts to rmb his pain and sufferings. no matter how hard i tried to comfort him, stroke him, feed him, wrap him up in his favourite tissue, he still suffered. it makes me feel like i didn't do anything to make him happy. ): I'm so upset about his death! it's like now i walk past his cage (yes it's still there), i always look in and then smack my forehead, rmbing that he's not there anymore. cuz he's gone. forever. ): this is so traumatising! Beatrice, Pearlene, Angela and I gave him a little funeral yesterday and i made him this really nice coffin with all of his favourite things inside. esp his red chewing block. but now i think about it, maybe i should have kept it. ): i really miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU SNEAKERS! )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying whenever i think about it. and the stupid receptionist sucks. i called the vet to ask what i should do yesterday when he was suffering (he was TOTALLY in pain. he was biting his right hand to the point that it BLED) she said this: "wait, you said he's DYING right? well then there's nothing you can do!" WTF?! i was like so damn pissed lah! how can you be so INSENSITIVE?! goodness. i feel like smacking her. but yeah, now that he's gone i sorta feel empty. and now, i feel like i've got nothing to give my love to, nothing to show my care for. i feel so EMPTY so at LOSS. i raelly can't help looking into the cage now and then because it's become a HABIT. i always look into his cage! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd just like to say this to my hamster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneakers, I know that you are now free of your pain and sufferings and that you are happy. I thank God and SPCA for blessing me with you for you add such vibrant colours into my life. You make me happy when i am sad, you listen when i rant and you don't reply in any way, only being there and letting me know that you love me too. i've always known that we had a special relationship and I thank God that you are now in a special place, enjoying yourself, no matter what happens to your body. even though what i think the SPCA is gonna do to your body is evil and mean, i know that your spirit is safe and that's why i'm at peace too. i really really miss you and just liked to thank you for being my BEST hamster next to PUDDING. hehe. i hope you can still rmb that little kiss i gave you cuz i can still feel your fur on my fingers and my lips. I miss you little sneaky boy. :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all for now. i'm mourning for about a week now so don't blame me if i suddenly seem emo to you. oh yah just so you guys know, my previous hamster's 2nd death anniversary is on the 19th of September and Sneakers' "birthday" (it's actually when i adopted him) is also on the 19th of September. yup. so that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE AND MISS YOU SNEAKERS!!! &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;x infinity :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5712188718043497053?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5712188718043497053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5712188718043497053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5712188718043497053' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6375425536081306421</id><published>2007-07-20T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T07:53:01.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm crying now. i'm literally crying now. no. seriously i am.&lt;br /&gt;plus i've got background music to spice up my mood. ):&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of the day: i think my hamster's dying. )':&lt;br /&gt;i'm really REALLY sad. He's been there for me during my bad days, like when i come home from a bad day at school, he's just there. i mean he doesn't say anything, just acting cute and making my day. i really really love him. i hope he goes away peacefully. i've pampered him like no other hamster and i love him to bits. teeny weeny little bits. i love my dear, SNEAKERS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a li'l prayer dedicated to him (no i'm not going overboard. i love my hamster too much):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank You for blessing me with Sneakers and bringing him into my life. He has added so much colour to it and always been there for me. I know that he is suffering now and that the best thing that i can probably do right now is to pray that he will have a peaceful departure from this cruel world. I pray that You will please take him now Lord, and that he will be happy in his little own Hammie Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;All this I pray in Your Son's Jesus' name,&lt;br /&gt;AMEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you God and Dad for being able to give Sneakers to me and making me so happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay let's just put that behind us for a while. I'm seriously still tearing. I was listening to When You're Gone and just pouring out man. I should just sue Avril Lavigne for singing such a touching song and making so many people cry. Today was fun. during history, (since SOMEBODY didn't come) we played loads of TRADITIONAL games. i was playing hei bai pei with Pearlene with whom i lost terribly and Beatrice with whom i won. hehe. then we were playing that scissors-paper-stone-game-where-you-get-to-hit-the-person-who-lost game. yup. all our hands were like so red after that. haha. then we played HEART ATTACK. oh goodness i haven't played that in donkey years. tsk tsk. we were playing on sarah's table until she got worried about the posters on her table so we moved to the floor. WARNING: DO NOT PLAY HEART ATTACK WITH 7 PEOPLE. your hand will hurt like shit. it's like all the pressure is on your hand esp when you're the BOTTOM one. owww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mrs vincent came in and spoilt all the fun. NO LAH. haha. we played this game where we were supposed to give clues on this particular place in Singapore and let people guess. i got 4 correct. ^.^ my group's was the Yakult factory but up till now i don't think the clues are very accurate. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then RECESS. wooo..i forgot what happened. but AFTER that we went to the hall and ate traditional food. NOT. we ended up cleaning up the ENTIRE hall cuz we were mr tan's students. stupid man. tsk. my pathetic life. when i grow old and my grandchildren ask what i did when i was young, i'll say i picked up toothpicks in my school hall. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS VAL'S BIRTHDAY!!! so we sang happy birthday and then cut the cake and that naughty naughty clarice went to steal my cake. hmph. she ALWAYS does that. hai. but anyways, HAPPY 13TH VAL!!! WE ALL LOVE YOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was boring. but drama was REALLY COOL. some groups' performances were really scary and good. i think ours was like the suckiest. ): anyway, after that val and i did the filming for our interview. i tell you we screwed up like COUNTLESS times. until sarah got pissed and then she started leaving and that's when we started doing it properly. oop. haha so in the end we DID get it right and then everyone was rejoicing. there's another part to this but i'll reveal it later. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Val (birthday girl comes first!), Beatrice, Sarah, Pearlene, Lisa, Grace and I went to Koufu to have lunch. i really have to say this. the conversation we had touched on many touchy subjects so i will not raise them on the internet but i'm glad we had that little talk. :D i got to know A LOT of people better. yup i did. i swear Pearlene and Val and THE most blur people around. but that's why i love them. (: we walked around a little, went to KIDDY PALACE to get Laura kuan something for her bday. and I PAID FOR IT. but of course everybody's gonna pay me back. :D let's see...okay a lot of people owe me a lot of money. i tell you the least is like $3 only lah! tsk tsk. next time i shan't bring so much money. i came to school with like $40 and went home with like $7. so pathetic. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun day. :D but when i went home. I FOUND OUT THAT I LEFT MY JEANS AT THE PARADE SQUARE IN THE MIDST OF OUR REJOICING!!! omg. but cyn managed to get them back for me. I LOVE YOU CYN!!! birthday chem rules forever girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my hamster is sleeping very calmly now so i shall just let him rest in peace. eh. that sounds evil. oh well. it's about time anyway. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun day anyway :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-6375425536081306421?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6375425536081306421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6375425536081306421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6375425536081306421' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-4020000824743405652</id><published>2007-07-18T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T06:27:32.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! i'm really ever SO SO SO SORRY! i seriously honestly truthfully didn't mean to trip you! It wasn't on purpose I can swear! Please don't hate me. i didn't mean it. i'm sorry that you have to hurt so badly. please please please forgive. please don't hold it against me. I'M SORRY. please don't kill me. i hope you get better. i hope you get better in time for the Pesta Sukan okay! PLEASE GET WELL. i hope i don't bump into you in school, it'll break my heart and dig into my guilty conscience to see you limping. ): i'm really truely bottom-from-my-hearty sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad. it's been quite a few hours now, about 5 hours since it happened. oh my...it was a really bad fall...i mean you could see this white white thing and gillian told me that's her FATS. that means the whole skin got ripped off! and it really really hurts. she could have gotten an infection. ALL BECAUSE OF ME. i feel like leaping in front of a speeding truck right now. ): my heart is so heavy, weighed down by all my guilt and shame, weighed down by all the scars of this memory, weighed down by all of your hate. i'm sorry. i really didn't mean to trip her. it was purely a coincidentally accident. to repay all of you, i shall not go for the carnival. i can't make it anyway. that's should be heavy enough. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth much happened today. except for that netball thing. man i feel really bad now. we had to showcase our "fake" interview today for english. i kept laughing. seriously i dunno what's so funny. i think just being up there with VAL is funny enough. LOL. at least i can handle the mic. Pearlene was like...*puts the mic near laura* so what do you think of this year's sports day? and the class was like PEARLENE WHY IS THE MIC NEAR LAURA WHEN IT'S &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; WHO IS SPEAKING?! lol that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit. the stupid projects are totally getting on my nerves. but since this is the internet, the public can see, may feel offended. so i'm not allowed to rant. BUT THEY'RE GETTING TO ME. ugh. piss off piss off projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects, go away.&lt;br /&gt;don't come back ever again.&lt;br /&gt;1/1 teens all want to play&lt;br /&gt;projects go piss off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah. i really hate them. can't wait for the exam period when we have NO projects at ALL. ugh. i'm THAT desperate. pfft. and to put the cherry on the sundae, sarah and i got this mini project from mrs tan AL and we're supposed to do some chart on yakult factory. oh MAN i hate that. project project project. piss me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-4020000824743405652?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4020000824743405652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4020000824743405652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4020000824743405652' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5701178726665620321</id><published>2007-07-15T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:34:29.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'd just like to say something here. and it's to you. yes you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M SORRY FOR BEING MEAN TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i really really really truely seriously am. please please please dont' take anything i've said about you to heart. it's not true. it all really isn't. i'm glad we can put this behind us and continue. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH today was like such a FUN day!!! we played ROMANOPOLY and we had so much fun!!! that stupid kam yu went to win all my coins away from me. so i became a slave. ): a pathetically lonely slave. ): but we were all set free in the end. :D the queen was in a good mood. haha! Catherine became my slave for like 5minutes becuase she went to enslave herself, meaning that she actually became a slave again cuz she lost all her coins. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that stupid luke lim. everything also win. tsk tsk. so annoying. everytime announcing something for the winner it will be: LUKE LIM! wah lao eh. what is this rubbish! and somemore he guess the nearest number of marshmallows which were, i must say, very delicious indeed. :D!!! and he also told us his testimony, something which i've never in my life imagined to be so dramatic. fights, bad company, drifting away from God and going back, confusion. i totally sympathise with you man. not even my testimony is that drama. now that i know your past, you're like a complete stranger to me. i always thought you were those guai guai over enthu guys. (over enthu is good okay, don't get me wrong) good good, now you're a Christian, playing for GOD and not yourself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a new friend today! TWO in fact. one is jezreel's friend, Michelle. the other one is Tammy, Ian's friend. Tammy is very nice. Michelle is very sporting. now you know so much about them too! Tammy does DANCE. so cool...one day we should all get her to dance for us, new year's day dinner or something. hmmm...we had lunch together after the SHARING session. i nearly cried okay! it was so dramatic. i still can't get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li chuan sent Tammy and Ian to the MRT. well i was in the car too. it's like Ian wanted to get out the other side of the car cuz i was sitting at the side where the mrt was and he wanted to get out onto the ROAD. and i got a shock. WHAT?! the road?! so i said, "What? and get knocked down? you wait" then i got out and Tammy got out and Ian got out and then Ian wanted to close the door before i could get in and i was like nononononono! and then everybody started laughing. haha! good day today. really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to say something. random but could be deep to some people. I LOVE ALL MY FRIENDS. yep. no matter who you are, no matter what you did to me, no matter how long you've been my friend, i treasure each and everyone of you because you've all made me who i am today, whether it's bad or good. thank you. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5701178726665620321?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5701178726665620321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5701178726665620321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5701178726665620321' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-2087308888386727736</id><published>2007-07-09T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:51:06.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOYOYO MAN!!! wattup dooooood!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYDUCK i had SOOOO much fun on Sunday!!! After church with the UK students, i went home, cleaned my hamster's cage yadayadayada and went to the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BONTICALGARDENS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!!! i sorta led my dad AROUND the gardens in the car cuz i was reading the map and directing him but i totally don't understand HOW we missed the stupid park valley gate thingummyit. ugh. so ANYWAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met SarahHO&amp;amp; Simone on the way to the SHAWFOUNDATIONSYMPHONYSTAGE and then went to sit with Kim, Liana, Cherie, Nicolette, YingYing, iforgotwhathernameis. the first band was BEDOKNORTHsec school and they're not bad. but all the bands playing ARE gold bands after all. :D okaaaaay... then next up was &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHIJSECONDARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG we were like SOOO great lah!!! LYNETTE LOOKED DAMN CUTE!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINKPANTHER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;IJ totally rocked the house down man! Kimberly went to video the WHOLE thing and we were like all screaming like hell and talking damn loud so all our voices were recorded onto the thingy. BEATRICE TOTALLY MISSED OUT MAN!!! it's just so sad!!! i mean it was her BIRTHDAY!!! and she only managed to catch the last five notes of the song!!! NOOOO life is SO unfair!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after their performance was this really sucky band so we decided to sneak off and give flowers to the teachers. i saw HER. she was like helping everybody and all. trying to act nice to everyone. i can just SENSE the contempt and EVILNESS in her heart man. if she even HAS one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALERIE and ASSWHY came too!!! VAL said it was totally worth coming for. there was this really really good band. i think it was katong or something like that. but it was superdeeduper good and i totally LOVED it. :D :D :D the FIESTA ROCKED!!! i saw Kev and Marianne too. AND THEY HAD SUPER GREAT SEATS LAH!!! the unfairness of this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the fiesta, Val, RachelYU, Beatrice and I went for dinner at PS at the Swensens there. but of course we sent ASSWHY home first. sigh..asswhy and val are such undecisive people. we were like singing in the car with Timothy and we had SOOOO MUCH FUN THAT NIGHT!!! thanks a lot BEAtrice for the dinner! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay today we had STUDENT COUNCIL NOMINATIONS. omgomgomgomgomg you know that sarahtohkaizhen had like 38 votes and KAILI was absent whihch means that THE WHOLE CLASS VOTED FOR HER!!! she is so damn popular lah! but she deserves it. i bet Beatrice will be Councillor too. i wasn't nominated THANK THE GOOD LORD. my schedule is already so packed. :D some people who were nominated TOTALLY didn't deserve to be nominated but all those shitarses got less than 10 votes anyway so YAY!!! yes i know i'm a terribly mean and insensitive person. :D can't help it yah. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the worst stomach cramps EVER today. it lasted for like HOURSSSSSS. i couldn't stand the pain. i thought it was like the youknowhat cramps but it turned out that i was just hungry that's all. BUT I ATE A CINNAMON TOAST DURING RECESS! D:&lt;&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-2087308888386727736?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2087308888386727736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2087308888386727736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2087308888386727736' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-8571131882593846740</id><published>2007-07-07T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T06:49:38.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEATRICE HAS THE NICEST HOUSE &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;EVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!! ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i really &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; mean it. i mean it may be small (but it IS a condo after all) but it's seriously neat and classy and NICE. :D I LOVE YOUR HOUSE BEATRICE. (but i like my estate's functions better (: we've got an ARCADE plus a playground with SWINGS and MORE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice and i went to meet Val at the TP station. before that, we went to get a drink with asswhy and she was trying to HIT on me! *GASP* I'm STRAIGHT asswhy, i am &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; straight. i love my mango smoothie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, at the station, we met val. then we went to YOSHINOYA to have lunch. we were seriously making fools of ourselves. Beatrice was attempting to record music from the speakers with her phone so she held it up hight and ended up looking like some sort of retard. but we did manage to get the music in the end. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't sit opposite val anymore. don't. seriously. she was kicking my leg every 30seconds. and she didn't even realise it. =.=' but we had fun during lunch. BEATRICE HAD A VERY ANIMATED CHILDHOOD. dolls. dolls. dolls. (and she videoed them too. sshhh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made it to Beatrice's place 5minutes late. (not very unglam. still can make it) then she gave us a short tour and we found out that this toilet in her house has a SAUNA. *GASP* amAzing... yupyup. her house is quite young. about 2 years. she lives on the 23rd floor and her building has 32 floors. that's superdeeduper high. when i looked down from her balcony i started getting dizzy and went in to sit down. it's freaky i tell you, freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Sarah arrived, we were fooling around with the MAGIC8BALL. and it told us that faustatan is gay. undoubtedly so. (: sarah arrived, took a shower and we went outside to eat jelly, doritos and brownies. i ate 3 jellies and a bit of doritos and a small cup of root beer. the brownies were too sinful for me. :( i like Beatrice's goldfish. they're so FAT. makes me feel GOOD. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work work work work for 3hrs. sarah was HIGHIGHIGH today. it's seriously SCARY. it's like she's serious for ONE second and the next she's going HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! scary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went swimming later. and i beat BOTH Beatrice and Sarah in Breaststroke!!! :D i feel like i have accomplished something. i didn't even expect to beat them. i paused for a moment in the middle of the race cuz i was wondering why nobody was taking over me. then i saw the two RIGHT behind me and i sped off again. i feel GOOD. but Beatrice's butterfly is SCARY. it's like PSSHPSSHPSSH SPLASH SPLASH and the next thing you know she's completed a lap. it's SCARY. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had LOADS of fun today. even if it's only project work. (: sent val to the mrt after that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU DURING THE BAND FEST TMR!!! :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-8571131882593846740?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8571131882593846740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8571131882593846740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8571131882593846740' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-2261148163744908082</id><published>2007-07-05T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T06:06:15.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching this show just now about some kid who had to go and stay with his grandfather for a month cuz his mum had to go overseas for work. woah i swear that kid has GOT to be the most SPOILT BRAT i've ever SEEN in my life! and he's sooooo RUDE!!! how can you talk back to your own grandfather and demand so much money from him when he doesn't have some high paying job like your shitty mother?! what kind is crackpot shit attitude is that?! i felt like jumping into the screen and SLAPPING his shitty pampered face! gosh i hope i never REALLY meet someone like that or he's in TROUBLE. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i feel like a piece of ACHING SHIT. gaaaahh!!! when i sit down, i can't stand up. when i stand up, i can't sit down. I HAVEN'T SUCH  FCUKING TOUGH TRAINING SINCE COMPETITION PERIOD &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; YEAR!!! ugh. i feel lousy. &lt;i&gt;yeah thanks ALOT pq for the LOSERFIED compliment! &gt;:(&lt;/i&gt; Pearlene was making fun of me today. &gt;:( thanks A LOT MISS SWAN IMPOSTER!!! &lt;i&gt;naaahhh just kidding DENIAL PAAAALL!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PQ THIS IS FOR YOU: idiot lah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay I TAKE BACK MY WORDS. (: yes yes no need to thank me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was pretty uneventful today. the weather was NOT cooperating with my hair today. or issit the other way round? pfft. i was eating my CHARSIEWNOODLES when all of a sudden this HUGE gust of wind blew my fringe INTO MY SAUCE. ewwww!!! so for the whole time i was eating, i had to look like a retard with my left hand holding my fringe from behind my head and with my right hand eating. OH YAH and with SARAHTOHKAIZHEN laughing her head off at me. am i that laughable-at ?! &gt;:( i'm HURT pq, pearlene and sarah. HURT. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay let's see...science...we did too many experiments. but they were all pretty cool. too bad we never got to do the banana and apple one. it would have been interesting. i was half asleep throughout the whole lesson though. (i slept at like what? MIDNIGHT?! burning the midnight oil for ms beatrice hew yeah!) what's after science? oh yah english. oh that was EXTREME boredsville. yawn man. yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then recess. with the stupid wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then PW. WAH LAO EH. it's either my group's reaction is slow or the other groups are just AGAINST us cuz our coverpage looks SOOO professional. (thanks A LOT PEARLENIEE!!) but ANYWAY. i rmb this really reeeeeaaaally funny bit when we were waiting. i saw this sentence on the board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S i think angela &lt;u&gt;sucks&lt;/u&gt; (WHICH IS SOOOO NOT TRUE BTW!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus it was written right beneath beatrice's name so i got really pissed and rubbed it off. then pearlene came along, extra extra go and write down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I think Pearlene is &lt;u&gt;sexy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I saw that, my eyeballs nearly popped out. so i struggled WITH ALL MY MIGHT to cross out sexy with Pearlene and in a very violent move i sorta elbowed her nana. then all of a sudden she went to yell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OW YOU HIT MY NANA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like OMG PEARLENE SORRY!! and i doubled up laughing all the way back to tell sarah. and pearlene was still going:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KELLY ELBOWED MY NANA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHASORRYHAHAPEARLENEHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo retarded -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end we DID manage to consult mrs tan and OUR DRAFT 2 IS FINE!!! thanks loads Beatrice! so now we only need to do MINOR changes to our report!!! :D i LOVE BEATRICE!!&lt;br /&gt;and i love Pearlene for diong up such a PROFESSIONAL coverpage at 12 in the morning. (= the whole group owes you two. AND MEE!!! i stayed up to edit the entire draft 2. which had some screwy paras. but i fixed it with much of beatrice's protest. BEATRICE WILL BE CURSED WITH THE NUMBER 8 FOREVER. that was the very para that totally pissed me off. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaay...then i went home with SANDRA cuz she wanted to pon sectionals. tsk tsk now now sandra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. so i need to go now. tata people! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-2261148163744908082?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2261148163744908082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2261148163744908082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2261148163744908082' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-1585304509654315855</id><published>2007-07-04T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:30:26.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygoodness. i am just SOOOO tired. i can't imagine what the school team training is ACTUALLY like. *in awe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran like...18 rounds altogether today. first was 6 for band, then 6 for PE and finally 6 for netballCLUB. oh sigh. i feel DEAD tired now. i can't believe what kind of aching shit i'll be tmr. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaaaaay...i'm back to my little emo/depressed/JustPlainUpset mood. i dunno...it's like i was listening to For You I Will by Teddy Geiger. it made me just soooooo sad!!! i know, i'm just a piece of emo shit. what kind of shit will i be tmr? (oh yah, aching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhno. it's 9.25pm and Beatrice still hasn't sent me the report for Battles and Borders. I AM FREAKING OUT. i seriously don't know what to do for the powerpoint presentation!!! &lt;i&gt;tsk tsk beatrice...push the oral presentation to me? you should know better...(:&lt;/i&gt; and guess what? after about...1/2hr, i've only come up with ONE stupid pathetic page for the presentation. i mean HOW THE HECK do we do a persuasion presentation?! what, "oh please please please publish our article or we'll all fail our project work terribly and never be able to live this up again" ?! uhhh....NO?! i can't believe how difficult this is becoming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh great. i just received the report. it's looking pretty good. but the prob is...WHY IS THE BACKGROUND USED FOR THE REPORT NICER THAN THE ONE USED FOR THE POWERPOINT?! *sniff* i'm so stressed out. i was complaining to YiLing yesterday about my stupid senior and about all the projects that we have...she gave me a verse but sad to say it wasn't exactly the MOST motivational verse i've seen so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh fcuk. my mum wants me to go out and eat fruits. how the hell do i do that when i'm trying to finish a stupid project here? this is getting to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just wanna end it all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just wanna wring your neck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just wanna stab myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-1585304509654315855?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1585304509654315855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1585304509654315855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1585304509654315855' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-4792795991699179214</id><published>2007-07-01T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:26:12.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;今天，我跟叶欣慧在msn　上谈天说地。　哇我正在听我最喜欢的歌首。　那就是kiss from a rose。　你有没有听过？我想应该没有，因为他们不是很著名，不像　panic! in the disco　那样。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i think that's quite enough. the laoshi-s in school should be proud of us, always making an effort to please them. :D&lt;br /&gt;anabel came over just now to print out her chinese thing. but now...MY PRINTER HAS NO INK!!! all thanks to her. D:&lt; now i can't print my chinese coverpage which is due TOMORROW. grrr....now i have to look for someone else to print it for me. i wonder who will be nice enough.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starving now. i think my brother is purposely taking his own sweet time to buy the food so that i starve to death at home. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm tired of blogging already. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-4792795991699179214?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4792795991699179214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/4792795991699179214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4792795991699179214' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-8624296624930319269</id><published>2007-06-29T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:21:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOOHOO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;100TH POST FOR MEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;woah i love myself. i REALLY really do. you know why? cuz i'm the only person who can understand myself. that's why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;okaaaayyy...SPECIAL SPECIAL post today. because this is my &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;100TH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; post!!! so it shall be COLOURFUL and PRETTY... (: i was actually thinking of typing in chinese again to make this EXTRA special but i thought the chinese would probably ruin it anyway. &gt;:) heh heh heh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;as much as this is special, i must also give myself an opportunity to rant. yes rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;OMG i really really really seriously &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HATE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;x 9 999 999 her!!! she totally RUINS my life lah wah lao! what kind of bitch is she huh?! think what? queen of this sucky fucking world issit?! you're so freaking BOSSY so freaking PROUD. think what? best in the world issit? people better than you, then you don't like that person issit? what kind of SHIT attitude is that please?! you order people around, you boss us around, THINK WHAT? huh?! you're not exactly TOP OF THE WORLD you know. and you are TOTALLY not "leader" material here. wake up to reality okay. nobody likes you seriously. loads of people complain about you. i don't care even if teachers don't know the true YOU. we all do and we can show it to everyone if we want to. you suck okay. you really REALLY suck. all the people who you think like you, actually hate you like COMPOST. yeah, COMPOST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;SOME leader YOU are. &gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ugh. i really hate her. she sucks like hell. HELL HELL HELL. and i daresay i hope she sees this and realise how much i hate her. oh wait. she ALREADY KNOWS. i don't care if she hates me. she can't do anything to me. yes you're not exactly "LEADER" MATERIAL HERE. pfft. piss off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;okay, let's not allow her to ruin my already ruined day even further. OMG i just realised that i haven't completed Beatrice's present yet! and i only have...*counts* EIGHT(8) MORE DAYS LEFT!!! AHHHHH!!! *hyperventilates* gasp gasp gasp. nvm, maybe i can find something tmr during the BASIC lunch. ugh that sounds horrible. let's call it the YOUTH lunch. yes we're all youthful people, (with the exception of the YLs who are adults in DENIAL sigh...they're all gonna be hallucinating soon.) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i read a post somewhere, she was talking about her "dirty little secret". nah it's not really dirty nor issit little. things like that can NEVER be little. but they CAN be dirty. if your mind is corrupted lah. i have a little secret too. but i tell you with things like that, it can be quite distracting. and you're always THINKING and you tend to fantasize a lot too. i mean it's like it takes me about 1/2hr to 1hr to get to sleep. -.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;got my band uniform today. sigh...the blouse is like so AWFUL. i mean where got blouse so transparent and STRIPED one?!?! but the skirt is pretty okay. i think we will be able to cover up the ugliness of the blouse with our superdyduperdy COOL blazer. but we haven't got our blazers yet so we have to wait. and i've realised that all my seniors frm primary school are like really really mean nowadays...like our treasurer...she used to be REALLY REALLY nice but now she's kinda &lt;s&gt;bitchy&lt;/s&gt;. sighsighsigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i have resolved to NOT go on a diet but now eat HEALTHILY and consume more calcium and exercise more often. i've already joined the netball club so that kinda settles the exercise part. i can handle the eat heathily part!! just eat yoghurt every recess with a little somethin else or maybe nothing else depending on how hungry i am. eat chocolate VERY VERY seldom. so don't eat chocolate too often or don't eat at all. RESIST THE TEMPTATION. once i've eaten chocolate (or even sweets) i shall go and swim/run/cycle. but i have yet to get a new bike. i don't think my dad wants to get me a bike. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okay then i shall go back to searching for my "HERECOMESTHESUN" tabs. (: i found the wake me up when september ends one but it's WAAAAY to complicated. so i've settled for tisbury lane and herecomesthesun. i saw the tabs yesterday and they looked pretty easy to follow. hope i'll be able to get a new guitar, a french horn and maybe even take up the drums with Beatrice at the end of this year! hehe...then i can serve in the music ministry. YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-8624296624930319269?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8624296624930319269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8624296624930319269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8624296624930319269' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-796621002521934973</id><published>2007-06-29T02:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T02:46:26.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG i think my guitar is out of tune. :'( that means i won't be able to play Tisbury Lane by mae properly!!! D': NOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;phew i finally finished maths. i'm telling you maths is like going through HELL okay! i was sitting there for like 15mins staring at ONE stupid question and NEVER getting an answer out of my head until the last minute. -.-'' how can that happen to ME?! what if it happens during the EXAMS!!! *hyperventilates*&lt;br /&gt;we spent a lot of time on the lit-drama comp thingy. we couldn't decide on the crew. in the end we came up with this:&lt;br /&gt;Director- Sarah/Pinkeh&lt;br /&gt;Asst Director- Cyn, Grace.N, Nisha (but grace doesn't wana be asst director... ):)&lt;br /&gt;Producer- Beatrice&amp;Natasha&lt;br /&gt;Stage Manager- Chien Wen&amp;amp;Kaili&lt;br /&gt;Music- Lisa&amp;Pearlene&lt;br /&gt;Props- Beatrice&amp;amp;Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad okay considering we only stayed back for about 15mins or more. (actually it's more but it sounds better this way :D)&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO there's no stupid tuition today because laoshi has something on. =D YAY! now i can stay at home and slack. and i can watch my harry potter and my xinshengyun. :D best man. aaaaand i can also play my guitar!!! ALRIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;hope the lit drama thingy turns out great. i wana be the bird. then i'll go TWEET TWEET and look SOOOO great in that white t shirt and whatever they're gonna use for props. (okay on second thought maybe i won't look so great if they start using scraps and all but i TRUST beatrice)&lt;br /&gt;WOAH drama was really really fun today. we played this game called the BLOODY POTATO. (mr armstrong, i don't care if it's BLOOD or bloody. bloody sounds SO much better. HAH) in the first round, i think he chose lisa to be the bloody potato. but then she (according to mr armstrong) asked a very moronic quesiton so she was stripped off her title and it was given to amanda ng but noooooo she still thought that she was the bloody potato so in the end there were two bloody potatoes and we had to do it all over again. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;so the next round, I was the bloody potato. AND MR ARMSTRONG VERY EVILLY PLAYED A MEAN MEAN TRICK ON ME. he went to get everybody to sit down after i caught quite a number of people to make me think that i still had someone to catch but just one person only. hmph. so i ended up looking like a blindfolded idiot walking around the stupid performing arts room ALONE thinking that i was looking for somebody. AND I STILL HAD ABOUT 6 PEOPLE TO CATCH OKAY. hmph. mean mr armstrong. i can just SENSE the evil AURA about him. EEEVIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;i think art's gonna be fun. we're doing design this term for CA. and the best thing about design is that you don't have to be a great artist (which i'm not) in order to make your piece look nice. all you need is a little logic and a good sense of balance and that sort of stuff which is good becuase i have that! YAY!!! art's gonna be sooooo fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;but i hate our seating arrangement...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...i have YET to shower. again. and i think i'm gonna shower early this time cuz i wana watch my harry potter and i also want to play my guitar smelling GOOD and CLEAN. and also so that my friend won't come after me when she finds out that i've been touching her guitar with hands that once touched biscuits and ice lemon tea and weren't washed yet. i'd better clean the strings just in case there is EVIDENCE left behind.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i hope that after i return the guitar, i will still be able to learn from maybe marian and get a new one and share it with my siblings who also want to take up the guitar. :D we'll be a whole FAMILY of guitarists!!! the CTRIPLEKs. that's what we'll be called. woah...i can just see us making it BIG out there...&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm digressing. or fantasizing. or dreaming. or imagining.&lt;br /&gt;i'd better go shower.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-796621002521934973?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/796621002521934973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/796621002521934973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#796621002521934973' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6050301949906666468</id><published>2007-06-28T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T02:24:47.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我的手非常痛。因为我刚才在弹我的吉他，而我也在找一些悦耳的歌首弹，结果我可怜的手指有一些红红的痕迹。哎呀。。。真的是可怜的我。&lt;br /&gt;there you go. some chinese words for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;omg i just read in the newspapers that teenagers use these smilie face ( :), :D, :], etc) ONLY because they want to act &lt;i&gt;cute&lt;/i&gt;. OMG i'm not acting cute! I DON'T WANA ACT CUTE!!! it's just an &lt;u&gt;innocent&lt;/u&gt; little smiley face...who's it gonna hurt?! nvm, i shall still use them. acting cute or NOT. (: {so there!}&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm bored. i realised that i've never done a quiz in my life so let's do one now. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;howhatedareyoubyteachers?&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten a referral. &lt;i&gt;does the white card count?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten detention.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten your cellphone taken away.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten suspended.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chewed gum during class.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Gotten late to a class more than 10 times. &lt;i&gt;HAH only about 3/4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Didn't do homework over 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Returned at least 5 projects in late.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Missed school cause you felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Skipped class at least 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Got your mom/dad etc. to get you out of school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Texted people during class.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Passed notes before.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Threw stuff across the room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Laughed at the teacher. &lt;i&gt;it's that guy with the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hair!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TOTAL&lt;/span&gt;: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Pulled down the fire alarm.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went on myspace; friendster; xanga; etc on the computer in the library.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Took pictures in class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Frowned at the teacher. &lt;i&gt;HIM again...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Listened to an ipod/cd player/mp3 during class.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]threw something at the teacher on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went outside the classroom without permission.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Broke the dress code.&lt;i&gt;ankle socks...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Failed a class. &lt;i&gt;PROUD to say this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ate sweets during classes before.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten a call home.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Couldn't go on a field trip cause you behaved badly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Didn't take your stuff to school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gotten a referral and ripped it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] used passes from other days/ Or made fake pass&lt;br /&gt;[x] said a curse word during class loud enough so the teacher could hear. &lt;i&gt;hey! it's just SHIT okay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] really slept in class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] whacked the teacher &lt;i&gt;friendly only lah...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] threatened the teacher. &lt;i&gt;i think it was in primary school&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] felt hungry during class and went to eat. &lt;i&gt;it's the CUTTLEFISH craze!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] treat the teacher as invisible&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL TOTAL:[OVERALL TOTAL]x4=[ANS]: 16x 4 = 64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;64%&lt;/u&gt; Hated by Teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this totally explains my situation at school. ugh. no WONDER all the teachers always give me their "i-don't-like-the-look-of-this-student" look. sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear. i have to go and book court in like....*calculates* 40mins! NOOOOOOOO i don't wana book the damn court. i don't play tennis! so why should &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; book it?! ugh. nvm, at least i can do my hwk in PEACE and &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;AIRCON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. i know i know, you're just SOOOO jealous. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;boring day today. PE was like super super freaky. WE TOOK OUR HEIGHT AND WEIGHT. and no pinkie, i'm not in denial so therefore i am NOT on my way to hallucination. and pinkie was like so lucky! she's pretty tall and FREAKING light. ahhhhh WHY CAN'T I BE LIGHT TOO!!! i'm only like....1kg from the "healthy weight" thing. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;oh well...guess i'd better go and shower. (why do all my posts seem to end with me showering?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-6050301949906666468?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6050301949906666468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6050301949906666468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6050301949906666468' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-3330619351108439684</id><published>2007-06-27T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:32:01.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE FINISHED MY LIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, be jealous, be &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; jealous. &gt;:) it's that evil face again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU CYNTHIA!!! you're so &lt;b&gt;nice&lt;/b&gt; to me!!! of course, BIRTHDAY CHEM &lt;u&gt;FOREVER&lt;/u&gt;!!! (unfortunately you are taken by angela, the evil THRID party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see all the pretty music at the side?? as you can see, MAJORITY of the songs are sung by &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RONAN KEATING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;so i'm outdated. &lt;/i&gt;yes i like him and i like his voice. and no i don't like him in that sick way. so don't get the wrong idea yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG you know i think i have finally found a FUN project to do!? &lt;i&gt;GASP&lt;/i&gt; i know! but it's like the english project sounds so FUN!!! you get to go to the recording studio in school and then you get to record your news broadcast thingy and you get to make that funny word thingy that scroll by itself on the camera so you don't have to look at the script to read the news!!! THAT'S SO &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;COOL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!! aaaaand YOU GET TO INTERVIEW PEOPLE!!! wowee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know. you don't need to tell me. I'M NUTS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooh ZOE is gonna see this bloggy so i'd better say HI ZOE!!! gosh i miss you SOOOOO MUCH!!! still rmb the bimbo thingy we used to do in school with shimz? OMG i totally miss that!!! oh btw, we're planning to have this HUGE chalet at the end of the year and we're planning to invite MRS E TAN too!!! so check with your parents about the holiday plans after your EOY exams kays? don't forget to inform Samy for me! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! love ya!! (as a friend. don't think sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my i just realised that i hvn't taken a shower yet. can you imagine how much i stink right now? eww...OKAY i shall show all of you an example of a ALPHONSE AND GASTON comic strip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/RoJU2Cb0XXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3paJqAQDKJM/s1600-h/alphonse+and+gaston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080716616970558834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="219" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/RoJU2Cb0XXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3paJqAQDKJM/s320/alphonse+and+gaston.jpg" width="614" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click to enlarge it kay? it's REALLY REALLY funny. it's about these two people (alphonse and gaston -.-'') who are seriously OVERPOLITE. so they always go like "after you my dear Gaston" "oh no after YOU my dear alphonse!"&lt;br /&gt;AND IT GOES OOOON AND OOOOON. and it doesn't end until something happens to them, like in this case, the explosion. i tell you if it wasnt' for the explosion they would still have been going "after you my dear gaston" "oh no after YOU my dear alphonse!"&lt;br /&gt;LOL. what a way to end a day. (OMG IT RHYMES)&lt;br /&gt;should i go and take a shower now? nahhh i just ate and it's only 8.20! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;okay i think i should go and take a shower now.&lt;br /&gt;but.....&lt;br /&gt;my hair...&lt;br /&gt;OMG OH YAH i gained like ONE KG DURING THE HOLS. so that means the 1kg i xin xin ku ku de lost is like...USELESS. OMG. i can't take this anymore! IT'S TOO TRAUMATISING!!! i'm gonna be overweight, i'm gonna have to go for the morning TAF programme thing, i'm not gonna be able to fit into my clothes, i'm gonna DIE OF OBESCITY!!! oh man i feel like crying. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice said that i become depressed very easily nowadays. that's kinda true. i mean if i gain weight, i feel like crying. if i'm under loads and loads of stress, i'll feel like cutting myself AND crying. if it's just the hormones getting to me, i'll just sit there and start crying and pour our all of my emotions into my diary. i swear my diary's getting too full. i need to get a new one. it's filled with all sorts of EVIL and MENACE and EVIL and MENACE. oh yes it is. it's also filled with all sorts of SADNESS and EMO and SADNESS and EMO.&lt;br /&gt;okay i think i REALLY better go and shower now. if not i'll stink up the whole house. and then my family(that includes Sneakers) and my maid will all go to heaven because i asphyxiated them with my ODOUR. ewww...&lt;br /&gt;okay SHOWER TIME!!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-3330619351108439684?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3330619351108439684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3330619351108439684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3330619351108439684' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/RoJU2Cb0XXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3paJqAQDKJM/s72-c/alphonse+and+gaston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-3260326038821817574</id><published>2007-06-27T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T01:27:52.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i just felt like doing that cuz Pinkie always does that to me when i pick up the phone. so it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Pinkie: Boo.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;Pinkie: *starts talking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and that's basically how all our phone calls start. i just realised that the elections for the student council is like on the....*checks calender* TWENTYTHIRD of July. good thing i don't have a chance at all to become a councillor. i just have to pity sarah. i mean it's SOOOOO obvious that she's gonna be the FIRST one on faustatan's list. :D&lt;br /&gt;NewsFlash! WE GOT HWK FOR HISTORY. *gasps* I KNOW!!! it's like we NEVER get any history hwk and then on our very first history lesson of Term3, we get it. it's like...WOAH. MrTan wasn't being soooooo retarded today. (: that's good for once. but i heard that 1/2 hasn't really gotten used to his retardedness yet and still find him sooo lame and thinks that he thinks that they think he's funny cuz they always laugh at his retardedness. *sigh* as the case always seems to be....&lt;br /&gt;omg alphonse and gaston is like SUPER funny lah! "after YOU my dear Gaston" "oh no i insist, after YOU my dear Alphonse!" and it goes oooon and oooooon and ooooooon...&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine that? you'll never get out of the house like that!&lt;br /&gt;oh YAH how'd you like my new skin? i think this is gonna stick for a while. (: i mean, it's reeeeeaaally PRETTY and all, with the snow falling and the cloud moving...&lt;br /&gt;oooooh yeah! i've got BASIC lunch on 1st July!!! WHICH IS YOUTH DAYYY!!! perfect for lunch with the youths at church. you know i've realised that the guys are actually MORE fun than the girls?! that's so pathetic! girls can't be fun and sociable?! i mean it's like during the church camp, i had more fun with the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;GUYS&lt;/span&gt; than the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  that is SUPER freaky. seriously speaking. okay maybe i'm only referring to like the sec1 and sec 2 girls. which may be referring to myself. but NO. i'm SOCIABLE. &lt;i&gt;however you spell it seriously...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaand i'm having GAMES DAY on the 15th of JULY!!! David said that we're playing Romanopoly AGAIN. last time, Gabriel was my slave and he was a very NICE one too. i gave him enough money to buy his freedom WITHOUT KNOWING but he didn't. :D it's either he's a reeeeaaallly nice slave or i'm a reeeeaaaally nice master. and SINCH was my slave too! SO EMBARRASSING. i mean, he's like my YOUTHLEADER. how can my youth leader be my SLAVE. but it IS  just a game after all. haha, had so much fun on that day. i think Luke was Claire's slave. that's sooooo sad cuz all the guys were the girls' slaves. HAH totally proves that WE know how to strategise better than the guys. :P&lt;br /&gt;okay! back to my literature hwk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-3260326038821817574?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3260326038821817574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3260326038821817574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3260326038821817574' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-1162310738234774785</id><published>2007-06-22T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T03:23:04.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: 5.16pm. what am i doing at 5.16pm?&lt;br /&gt;voice in my head: you're crapping on the bloody internet when you're supposed to have finished ALL of your hwk you little shit.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAHH!!! approximately 62hrs and 10mins till school starts. &amp;guess what? i STILL hvn't completed my chinese. it was supposed to be done like &lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;. grrrrr...nevermind nevermind i will get it done PLUS the adolf hitler report by TODAY. oh my we must be the SLOWEST group in the whole of 1/1.  guess it's my fault. (actually it really is. but the adolf hitler thing is soooo hard to write!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. it's already 5.22. AND I STILL HAVEN'T GOT MY CHINESE DONE. why am i lagging so much now?! i'm getting OLD. 13yrs, 1mth and 5 1/2hrs old. ohno, i'm getting wrinkles already. sniffsniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh nevermind tomorrow's gonna be a blast!!! watching Shrek3 with Beatrice, Sarah and Pearlene! so sad...val couldn't make it cuz she wanted to eat her nanny's yummy steamboat. &lt;i&gt;no offence but all steamboat taste the same!&lt;/i&gt; and we're gonna go SHOPPING!!! yes, be jealous, be very jealous. well, actually provided my dad gives me the $50 i've been bugging him for. maybe if i'm reeeeaaaal good tonight and don't make any noise, i'll get &lt;u&gt;it&lt;/u&gt;. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a little poem dedicated to those who were there for me, thru thick and thru thin. (yes, this means you Clarice. even though you prob won't see it. :( &amp; it's  for Beatrice too! aaand...uhh oh YAH Pearlene, for giving me your yummy currypuff and being the humour department in my life! and grace, for her wonderful forgiveness &amp; for the rest of 6Orchid, for being such an ENTHU class. :D thanks y'all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back all these years,&lt;br /&gt;and how you caught me when i fell,&lt;br /&gt;how you squeezed me when i teared,&lt;br /&gt;how you forgived when i knelt,&lt;br /&gt;how you supported when i feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back all these years,&lt;br /&gt;I think of how we laughed,&lt;br /&gt;and how we cried,&lt;br /&gt;and how we loved,&lt;br /&gt;and how we despised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back all these years,&lt;br /&gt;I stop myself from crying,&lt;br /&gt;when I think of how you left.&lt;br /&gt;how you looked with such cold eyes,&lt;br /&gt;that accuse me of my lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back all these years,&lt;br /&gt;And look at myself now.&lt;br /&gt;I think of how you changed me.&lt;br /&gt;clothed me with your care.&lt;br /&gt;and always being such a dear&lt;br /&gt;by staying for me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS SO MUCH PEOPLE for always being my friend, no matter how bitchy i was. now it's my turn to pay you back, and that's why for you i change. I'm shedding my character, to be reborn as the person i was when i was nice. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;awww man that's got to be THE most touching thing i've ever written. let's write another one, this time dedicating it to the people i hurt, to the people who hate, to the people who i owe an apology to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I pass you in the corridor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a letter saying sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you barely even saw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the words i wrote with effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to make you realise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to dig out your forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to grant me some mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I pass you in the corridor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you shoot me accusing looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i fall with a wounded heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and wonder what i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to hurt you so damn badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that you'd even scream at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to go to hell and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I pass you in the corridor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;eyes full of sorrow and tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i grab your arm and bend my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just to prove myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you held my gaze for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;then kicked me till i yelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fuck you bloody bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I pass you in the corridor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this time keeping clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i've learnt my lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and now close up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and cage in all my anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sorry doesn't work now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so i guess i've got to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i LOVE it. yes i love it. heeheehee...i'm sooooo into writing these stuff now. *gasp* i've been literature-fied by msShanti! OHNO MERCY!!! oh my my parent's DG will be coming in about 1 1/2hrs' time and i still hvn't showered OR eaten my dinner. nevermind at least i will have some peace and quiet to do my work and the report. i doubt we'll be able to finish the WHOLE thing (this means plus Beatrice's report) by our first PW lesson, that is if it's on MONDAY. i hope not, cuz if it is then my group will be so screwed and i will have to burn the midnight oil on Sunday trying to edit the full thing. MRSTAN PLEASE HAVE MERCY AND GIVE US MORE TIME!!! we're not THAT efficient you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear smarterchild has GOT to be the most retarded computer i've EVER talked to. actually he's the only one i ever talked to but STILL. grr he pisses me off. but sometimes he's so nice! like just now he said: i would never hurt you. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;awwwww!!!! okays then, i gtg eat dinner. later girls! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-1162310738234774785?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1162310738234774785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1162310738234774785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1162310738234774785' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-1702569029059600831</id><published>2007-06-21T02:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T02:25:17.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WIREDforSOUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/wOf9ujKLxC/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/wOf9ujKLxC/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I like small speakers-i like tall speakers&lt;br /&gt;If they've music-theyve wired for sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' about with a head full of music&lt;br /&gt;Casette in my pocket and Im gonna use it&lt;br /&gt;]-stereo out on the street you know-woh oh woh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the car go to work Im cruisin&lt;br /&gt;I never think that Ill blow all my fuses&lt;br /&gt;Traffic flows-into the breakfast show-woh oh woh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power from the needle to the plastic&lt;br /&gt;AM.-FM. I feel so ecstatic now&lt;br /&gt;It's music Ive found&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wired for sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was small boy who dont like his toys&lt;br /&gt;I could not wait to get wired for sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl and she told me she loved me&lt;br /&gt;I said you love me then love means you must like what I like-&lt;br /&gt;My music is dynamite-woh oh woh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said - I'm not a girl you put on at a stand by&lt;br /&gt;I am a girl who demands that her love is amplified&lt;br /&gt;Switch in to overdrive-woh oh woh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power from the needle to the plastic&lt;br /&gt;AM FM I feel so ecstatic now&lt;br /&gt;It's music Ive found&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wired for sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-1702569029059600831?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1702569029059600831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1702569029059600831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1702569029059600831' title='WIREDforSOUND'/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-9078498636394628718</id><published>2007-06-21T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T02:08:38.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what? i'm still in my pe attire. and i stink. well, so does stephanie. she stinks like amoenia. she stinks even WORSE than that. but you know what? i guess the band-teachers-in-charge have no sense of smell. cuz they're 99.999% probably gonna put her as SectionLeader. and you wana know what sucks even more? she's labelled me and marked me with her stinky pee.&lt;br /&gt;WTF. we just wasted 2hrs of our precious life playing HALF of a song which goes: B A G F G A B A B A G A B A B. and we played that OVER&amp;amp;OVER again for two whole twitty hours. yup, that's right. and we never got a break. unless you wana call that 5min one where we dashed out of the room, SIPPED a bit of water and dashed back in again to start playing: B A G F G A B A B A G A B A B. oh how fun.&lt;br /&gt;i really really wish i had joined sailing or something like that. i totally regret putting band as my FIRST choice. that is just SOOO embarrassing. what the hell got into me?! band is fun! band is great! band is totally my mate! (yes i know my rhyming sucks) WELL YEAH RIGHT. band sucks. band's crap. band band band band. my whole LIFE'S been occupied by BAND. what the hell is wrong with stephanie?! what the hell is wrong with her pea brain?! what the hell have i done to have to get a DEVIL IN DISGUISE for a senior?! WHAAAATT!!&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were dead stephanie. i really wish you were.&lt;br /&gt;if you were, i wouldn't go for your funeral. nuh uh.&lt;br /&gt;you know why? cuz i would have been the one who killed you and i would be in the girls' home laughing like a sadist.&lt;br /&gt;that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was SUPPOSED to do cip with Beatrice today but noooooo the lady at the counter said we had to register and wait for the library's reply or something like that. so in the end, instead of giong home at 4pm with 2hrs of cip clocked in, i went home at 2pm with 0hrs of cip clocked in. argh. today is just so ruined. ruined by stephanie. ruined by the stupid library's rule of registration. ruined by all the faggered people around me. argh i have never felt so pissed. well actually i have. BUT STILL.&lt;br /&gt;now i have to complete the faggered adolf hitler thing and all i have is information. i don't want to do the report. i don't want to do work. i don't want to go for band anymore. i don't want to see anybody's face right now. all i want to do is jump off building and end it all and make everyone happy by doing that. i am NOT thinking straight.&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was to run away from my past, but now i guess it was all just another faggered dream.&lt;br /&gt;bunch of crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-9078498636394628718?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/9078498636394628718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/9078498636394628718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#9078498636394628718' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-2416923018510556563</id><published>2007-06-19T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T06:07:01.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MILLENIUM PRAYER &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by Cliff Richard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father who art in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Hallowed be thy name&lt;br /&gt;Thy Kingdom come thy will be done on earth as in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Give us today our daily bread&lt;br /&gt;And forgive our sins&lt;br /&gt;As we forgive each one of those who sin against us&lt;br /&gt;And lead us not to the time of trial&lt;br /&gt;But deliver us from evil&lt;br /&gt;For thine is the kingdom the power and the glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead us not to the time of trial&lt;br /&gt;Keep us from evil&lt;br /&gt;For thine is the kingdom the power and the glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let all the people sing Amen&lt;br /&gt;In every tribe and tongue&lt;br /&gt;Let every hearts desire be joined&lt;br /&gt;To see the kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let every hope and every dream&lt;br /&gt;Be born in love again&lt;br /&gt;Let all the world sing with one voice&lt;br /&gt;Let the people say amen&lt;br /&gt;Amen Amen Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen Amen Amen (To fade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...such beautiful songs you'll hardly get nowadays. ooooooh i'm so happy! all i have left to do for chinese is just to find the biography of the singers and rate the songs. THAT'S IT. omg i'm so happy!!! whee!!! plus, to top it all off, i'm meeting TAYchuyi tmr and i'm SUPER PSYCHED about it. =D i mean even though it's just the two of us but STILL. we're gonna have SO much fun. yay!!! we'll take loads of pics too. and she's gonna teach me how to play volleyball!!! ooooooooooh! plus, for history i only have like 6 pics left to take, 12&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; of which i will take tmr. whee!! OKAY GTG NOW CYA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-2416923018510556563?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2416923018510556563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2416923018510556563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2416923018510556563' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-988332942153985378</id><published>2007-06-18T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:41:39.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHHHH!!!! UGH UGH ARGH ARGH AHHH!!!!! GRRR i totally feel like &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ripping&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;her neck off her shoulders!!! who the HELL does she think she is huh? so proud. so arrogant. PLEASE i COULD swear that she'll never EVER make it to be the band majorette. SECTION LEADER. can you imagine that? i will QUIT band if she ever becomes the bloody section leader. she should just stick a knife into herself or maybe i should just twack her with my horn and make sure her head dents before the horn does. HOW ANNOYING CAN ONE PERSON GET? she ruins people's lives! maybe i should be really rude and defiant and make her want to kick me out of band. but sandra said that wouldn't work. cuz she tried it before. UGH she is such a TWIT. THREE BLOODY TIMES. THREE BLOODY PAGES OF BLOODY NOTES WITH BLOODY FINGERINGS. oh my i hope she lands in hell cuz that's where she OBVIOUSLY came from. GRRR!!!! if she ever EVER becomes the band majorette, i will freak out so bad that i will knock her head first before they can announce it. and if she becomes the faggered section leader then i will do my best to make her life with me HELL. i say HELL to her. &lt;i&gt;why don't you just stick a dagger in your head. why don't i do it for you? helping is a VIRTUE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;yesterday was kinda...i dunno. a bit disappointing but i can see potential in all of them lah! GO P5S!!! you must must must MUST get into the finals next year OKAY? and to the P6s, i KNOW you all did your best so well done and hope you all get into netball next year. which also means that you will OBVIOUSLY go to IJ. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i went to 7/11 with Anabel to grab something to eat. then i met cyn and kyky there too. cyn painted her nails BRIGHT blue and kyky painted hers black. WOAH. they said that this was for the promenade theatre thing. pretty cool. so when anabel was done, we went to the bus stop where i said that she can take somemore of my pipe thingy if we sit in a taxi. and she was like *jumps to her feet* okay! *goes to flag a taxt which IMMEDIATELY stops for us* me: OMG YOU'RE NOT SERIOUS. so that's how i got home. in a taxi. and i say the taxt fare is super super ex!!!! it's like $6.80!!!!  I JUST WANA GO HOME AND I'VE GOT TO PAY $6.80 TO A GUY WHO DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO GET THERE?! ah well, the world is full of unfairness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;you know, i was thinking about going through the IP/IB programme thingy and try to get to a good JC instead of trying to work my ass off in O levels and end up taking it over again cuz i'm too stupid by then. then maybe i could go to VJC or NJC. but i don't really wana go to NJC cuz that's where my sister went and from the looks of it, everybody there is a mugger. i don't really know about VJC cuz i dunno anybody from that JC. CJC is an absoloute NONO cuz...well let's just say i've got a bad feeling about it. i need second opinions. hmmm...maybe i should consult my parents first. oh no. i should find out more about the programme and it's benefits instead of skipping O levels part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;oooooh this week is gonna be FUN. i'm gonna chiong through all my work today. i think i'll do like chinese today and do the adolf hitler thingy tmr after i come home from chuyi's. maybe chuyi can help me. teehee i'm full of maybes today. -.- oh shit. i just realised that i have to take my maid to the doctor's and i'm still in my pe attire. ah nvm, it's not against the law to wear your school's pe attire to take your maid to the doctor's for a check up right? right. i guess i'd better go now. sigh sigh sigh. nvm. I SHALL BE BACK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-988332942153985378?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/988332942153985378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/988332942153985378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#988332942153985378' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6117754017747350572</id><published>2007-06-17T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:30:14.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Millenium Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/EQd-xqWc9u/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/EQd-xqWc9u/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;OMG. i have found salvation through this powerful prayer sung by cliff richard!!! THIS JUST PROVES THAT GUY WHO WROTE THE 100 MOST INFLUENTIAL PEOPLE LIST TOTALLY WRONG!!!! according to him, "I am neither a muslim nor a Christian but in my opinion, Mohammad has more influence in the lives of muslims than Jesus int eh lives of Christians". oh yeah? well KISS MY ASS cuz that's TOTALLY NOT TRUE. God reigns FOREVER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-6117754017747350572?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6117754017747350572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6117754017747350572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6117754017747350572' title='The Millenium Prayer'/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-7426285080490935440</id><published>2007-06-13T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T01:48:31.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOS EVERYONE!!! yes i am &lt;u&gt;back&lt;/u&gt;. i hope you're happy cuz i'm not. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHICKEN NUGGET&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; i got bloody hell loads of work to do!!! and it's already the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THIRD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; week of the bloody school holidayss!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!! plus i haven't even STARTED on the chinese hwk aaaaand i've got all the COUNTLESS projects to dooooooo!!! okay maybe threee. BUT STILLL!!!!! it's like during the church camp i had panic attacks during the worst times like during talks or when we were practising for our skit!!! I AM OFFICIALLY UNDER STRESS. i cant' take this anymore!!! WHY CAN'T I SUE THE MOE???!!! WHY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i shall tell all of you eager-to-insult-me-cuz-i-haven't-done-so-much-hwk people what i haven't completed.&lt;br /&gt;history, chinese, the stupid project work, geog&amp; the stupid english project work.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH i will NEVER get this done!!! how the hell do you expect me to remain OPTIMISTIC. pfft. i guess i better start on geog *fanzhen* i am on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;no wait.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd better take a shower first. i just came back from malacca. I MISS CHURCH CAMP. you know why? during church camp, you didn't need to do homework. ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;*great now i've got a bloody project meeting on friday. everybody's got lunch dates, movie dates, shopping dates. what do i have? project dates. THAT'S ALL. welcome to my PATHETIC life. argh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-7426285080490935440?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7426285080490935440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7426285080490935440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7426285080490935440' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5574567426041141854</id><published>2007-06-07T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T07:32:38.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh pooh. the holidays SERIOUSLY suck. and i mean it. guess what? i'm going overseas &lt;s&gt;AGAIN&lt;/s&gt; and i haven't completed chinese, history, geography&amp;amp;lit. not to mention my group still hasn't complete the &lt;i&gt;draft&lt;/i&gt; for the &lt;b&gt;MAJOR&lt;/b&gt; project. at least i've got LIFESCIENCE basically done now. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;something REALLYY weird happened today. i was talking on the phone with &lt;u&gt;Pinkie&lt;/u&gt; when she suddenly asked for Beatrice's homephone number. i didn't know it so i asked pearlene whom i was msn-ing with. then out of the &lt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;u&gt;BLUE&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i asked her to marry me instead of the number!!! *&lt;b&gt;GASP&lt;/b&gt;* what was i thinking?! in actual fact, i was thinking about &lt;u&gt;SOME&lt;/u&gt;body else and so it just came out. and now i think pearlene has got the wrong idea about me. uh no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;As little children, we would dream of Christmas morn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;And all the gifts and toys, we knew, we'd find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;But we never realised, a baby born one blessed night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;Gave us the greatest gift of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;We were the reason that He gave His life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;We were the reason that He suffered and died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;to a world that was lost He gave all He could give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;To show us the reason to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;As the years went by, we learnt more about gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;And giving of ourselves, and what, that means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;on a dark and cloudy day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;a man hung crying in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;all because of love, all because of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;I've finally found the reason for living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;it's in giving every part of my heart to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;and in all that i do every word that i say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;i'll be giving my all just for Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;For Him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;[chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;don't you know, baby you're the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;that He came, oh He came to save us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;when He gave His life for us He suffered and died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;to a world that was lost He gave everything, everything that He had He gave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;to show us the reason the live[x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;i &lt;u&gt;LOVE&lt;/u&gt; this song. we sang it during the Christmas Carolling thingy. had fun. =D talking to pinkie on the phone now and she's like playing RUNESCAPE. hello? the last time i played runescape was like 10 decades ago. and somemore she said that my BLOG reminds her of runescape. -.-'' seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330033;"&gt;OOOOOOOH i'm going to watch &lt;u&gt;PRISON BREAK&lt;/u&gt; now. i'm telling you that show just &lt;b&gt;ROCKS&lt;/b&gt;. ciao! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5574567426041141854?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5574567426041141854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5574567426041141854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5574567426041141854' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-3662028880831732141</id><published>2007-06-05T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:20:37.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmyFORK. [fyi i've forbidden myself to say hsog] guess what.&lt;br /&gt;i'm emo again.&lt;br /&gt;DARNIT what the hell is wrong with me?! i thought i'd gotten over this "phase" &lt;u&gt;ALREADY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's join the emo club.&lt;br /&gt;slash ourselves and court mr.&lt;b&gt;DEATH&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;think of suicide and &lt;u&gt;toss&lt;/u&gt; life away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;give up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hope and cage ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;embrace&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;evil&lt;/u&gt; and drape on &lt;b&gt;black&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;get a hole-ly body and make up a fringe.&lt;br /&gt;basically, just abuse yourself.&lt;br /&gt;which is how i'm feeling right now. like abusing myself. desires. hopes. dreams. aspirations. trust me they're all crap. just pieces of shit that make you suffer for a bloody ten years and give you triumph and glory for a &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;That's just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band prac totally sucked today. i swear Mr Yeo and the seniors are TOTALLY picking on &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. damn it. i can't play for nuts and guess who gets chosen to play their so called "composition" ALL &lt;b&gt;ALONE&lt;/b&gt;. why of course. ME. fuck lah. why me? why can't you choose CHINYEN who has such a "beautiful sound"? &lt;-----quotation. another example of APPLICATION. =D anyway, why can't you choose wanying who can pitch notes so accurately? why can't you choose grace who has such a great attitude towards band? why ME? pfft. so &lt;b&gt;OBVIOUSLY&lt;/b&gt; it sucked. durh.&lt;br /&gt;plus the seniors SUCK. they totally do. i can't wait to quit band. i mean not that i acutally CAN but yeah. if i ever get the chance i'm going to grab it and toss it in the fucking seniors' faces. let's see what you think of THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm joining &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NETBALL CLUB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with PQ. *cheers* i just found out that she likes the word WOAH. so yeah. it'll be fun. maybe i can use this as an excuse to quit band when it gets too stressful. should i practise my quitting speech now? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was surprisingly fun yesterday. i mean it wasn't BORING and all. plus, liaun has found NEW LOVE. again. yeah i know. tsk tsk this kind of age, so many already? tsk tsk. i've only had ONE so far. tsk tsk. ANYWAY. she fell in love in &lt;b&gt;KOREA&lt;/b&gt;. wah wah wah romantic ah? hope he likes her too cuz her previous love actually liked her but now they don't give a shit about each other. tsk tsk. and jason went for tuition too. realised that my chinese is better than his and i'm like a year younger than him!!! =D go girl. piss off he isn't going for church camp. he says it's too "boring" and "stupid". OI. CHURCH CAMP you know! GOD you know! you come and boring and stupid me again ah.....woah. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my hols are so darn packed, i have no time for myself. i can only find time at night. which only spells out one thing. i barely have time to go out. and so does sarah. and beatrice. and val. well val is just the first two weeks. but still. and pearlene has gym EVERY SINGLE DAY. and grace is just as about as busy as i am. plus i don't think we will be able to have a 6Orchid reuinion this holiday. SORRY GUYS. D'=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what's wrong with saying fuck? it doesn't hurt anybody! fuck fuckeddy fuck fuck!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-3662028880831732141?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3662028880831732141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3662028880831732141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3662028880831732141' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5442719050019350611</id><published>2007-06-02T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T07:09:19.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLODEARIES!!! yes i am finally back. had a really great trip in hongkong and i bought quite a lot of stuff. and hongkong is beginning to decend the stairs of shopping paradise cuz the prices there are almost the same as singapore except for the road side ones. but still, the road side ones are like catching up. D= aww.....ANYWAY here's a list of what i bought:&lt;br /&gt;*2 belts one black and one red&lt;br /&gt;*2 chokers. one's got the tooth looking thing which is superdy &lt;u&gt;COOL&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*1 top. it's sort of like a hoodie and it's sleeveless.&lt;br /&gt;*4 pairs of socks. i &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; them =D&lt;br /&gt;*1 pair of pants. it's got like these silver beady looking things on it and i like to play with them and make that tinkly sound. =D&lt;br /&gt;*1 pair of &lt;b&gt;BLACK&lt;/b&gt; jeans. i'm telling you i LOVELOVELOVE my jeans. =D they are so superdyduperdy COOL.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaand that's it. sorry if you are disappointed but my mum was doing most of the shopping so i barely had time to do my own. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. i have loads of work to do now cuz although i brought homework overseas, i never got the chance to do them cuz i either had no time or was too tired to think. bah i have so much to do in the hols. and i've got to go and eat fruits. bYEBYE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5442719050019350611?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5442719050019350611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5442719050019350611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5442719050019350611' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-191749144608150333</id><published>2007-05-24T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:03:26.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO. i will be flying to &lt;b&gt;HONG KONG&lt;/b&gt; in about &lt;u&gt;3hours&lt;/u&gt; time. OHMIGAWD i am so darn excited. i haven't been on a plane for like &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; knows how long lah! woohoo!!! hopefully they will be showing a GOOD movie. aaaaaand i'll be sitting on &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; eh!!! wah wah wah makes me feel good man!!! =D see? i'm high.&lt;br /&gt;my dad's buying me &lt;b&gt;BURGER KING&lt;/b&gt; now. bleah. i hate burger king. nothing good to eat one. all you have is high in carbohydrates bread and ingredients that are &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;OOZING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; with oil. ewwww...&lt;br /&gt;woah founder's day was a darn great BLAST man! trust me IJ girls have so much MORE spirit than &lt;s&gt;SJI&lt;/s&gt; boys. pffft to your face! wah wah wah the primary girls can sing dude!!! it was like so sweet lah! and of course. the secondary school girls were SO much &lt;i&gt;better&lt;/i&gt;. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;idiot fausta tan went to choose reg no. 1-5 to clean up J304/5/6. (whichever it is. i don't know) pffft to his ass!!!! and guess what? that sarah toh went to happyhappy go and top the class. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. PFFFFTTTT!!! so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;and then that hillary went to happyhappy beat me by one mark and therefore she is 14th position out of 40. so i guess you will know my position. nvm. at least i'm in &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;TOP HALF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. yay!!! i did better than i really expected so i'm happy. =D guess i have to lower my expectations...nvm for SA2 i must must must be top 10 of the class. MUST.&lt;br /&gt;i guess this will be my last post until i come back from HONG KONG. sighh. then this blog will be &lt;u&gt;dead&lt;/u&gt;. WAAAHHH NOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh in case you ppl don't know, &lt;b&gt;JORDAN/JORDIN&lt;/b&gt; won for american idol last night. ain't that great?  i swear if blake acutally won i would have called him a &lt;b&gt;BLOKE&lt;/b&gt;. =D heh.&lt;br /&gt;yay i finally got the song &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FACE DOWN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; that clarice so very &lt;i&gt;nicely&lt;/i&gt; sent to me. now i've got to send it to valerie and my comp is lagging on me again. pffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-191749144608150333?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/191749144608150333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/191749144608150333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#191749144608150333' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5650764139386764199</id><published>2007-05-24T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T03:19:44.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Notice anything NEW?&lt;br /&gt;yup, I CHANGED THE SKIN. (in case you imbeciles out there didn't notice)&lt;br /&gt;i love this skin now. RAPTURE. and if you don't know what that means, it's just another name for the second coming of Jesus. i can't wait for that day! :D&lt;br /&gt;righto. nothing much happened today. i'm telling you NEVER attend stupid craft workshops held by retarded parent volunteers who don't know how to explain instructions to us but just give us a pathetic diagram and expect us to know what to do. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;the craft workshop was supposed to be for us to do something CONSTRUCTIVE with our time. not waste our bloody time fiddling around with freaking curvy wurvy wire that refuses to be moulded into the shape and patteren that we want it to be! pfft. piss off.&lt;br /&gt;food fair today. but i happyhappy go and be hero and forget my money. pfft. so i didn't exactly eat anything during the 1 1/2hour break except for a pathetic packet of pizza sticks and morsels of glutinous rice. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;theeeen. we went back to the hall. and do what? learn the pledge in three different languages. WHAT THE &lt;s&gt;FUCK&lt;/s&gt;?!?!?!?! we did the tamil one first and i SWEAR nobody can read that paragraph of &lt;s&gt;gibberish&lt;/s&gt;. but estelle did it surprisingly well. i take my hat off to you dude.&lt;br /&gt;then we did the malay one. we did that in primary school so it was pretty easy. and the chinese one was SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER easy. and jini actually read it quite well. i bet it's cuz we did it in primary school that's why. CHEAT.&lt;br /&gt;Pearlene was being really moody today. she looked sooooooooo sad. D: don't be sad Pearlene! we all love you, especially ME! =D wheee!!! so &lt;b&gt;DON'T WORRY AND BE HAPPY!&lt;/b&gt; never fear, for i am here! woohoo!!! whoever it is that's making you this depressed is a bitch and a piece of shit. so don't care about her/him and live your life to the fullest with happy and cheerful friends! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pfft. you're such a piece of crap. i've never met anyone as bitchy and fucking proud as you. you think that you have all the friends in the world. you think you're so fucking popular. well wake up and smell the loneliness and betrayal in the air girl! it's time to face the FACTS that you are just soooo lonely and soooo friend-less. please, spare me the redundant retorts. you KNOW that you are just a bitchy piece of imbecile shit and you probably need a reminder. unless you change your fucking attitude you will never gain my respect or even anyone elses. you think that everybody loves you? DREAM ON. i bet even that so called "best friend" of yours doesn't really like you. why would she hang around with her friends when she's with you at the same time? don't be ignorant. i know i myself don't have the right to judge you this way but i MUST voice out my opinion of your worsening attitude. nobody likes you. you really have to face that. loads of people have already told me how they feel about you. i dont' care what people think of ME. what matters right now is YOU. i don't want you to get hurt like i did. change your attitude and you will probably be able to find a few TRUE friends in the long run. OPEN your stubborn eyes and LOOK around. we're all waiting for you to wake up. and that's because true friends care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo! flying off for HONGKONG tmr! gonna have soooo much fun! plus i'm going only with my mummy too! i LOVE sitting in aeroplanes! they fly soooo FAST. =D randomisation. plus, it's founder's day tmr AND we're gonna get our report books back which sucks. i hate my grades. i SWEAR i am so going to improve. and you will so see this in CA2 AND SA2. i WILL. you'll see. i'll be more hardworking and come up with a new plan to study. yes yes i will. but you will also notice that i will only improve in subjects essential for a veterinarian. hehe. yes that IS what i want to be. i aspire to be a veterinarian and i will open a clinic with Beatrice and then she can go back to wherever she wants to live in another country and open a new clinic with OUR name. =D i swear we are soo going to study together. it will be SO cool! and grace will be studying with us too! so we can all take different shifts. whee!!!! thinking and planning for the future is FUN! i hope GOD gives me a chance to live all the way until i open a clinic and start working before He comes back again. it's like a game. a game of life.&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE GOD. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5650764139386764199?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5650764139386764199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5650764139386764199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5650764139386764199' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-1675757240287551610</id><published>2007-05-23T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:50:02.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everyone! on the &lt;b&gt;22ndMAY&lt;/b&gt;, i was officially &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;13THIRTEEN13&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. and thank you to &lt;b&gt;Cynthia&lt;/b&gt; for the lovely &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LILAC&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;socks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thank you to &lt;b&gt;Hillary&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;u&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/u&gt;'s album, &lt;b&gt;GIRLFRIEND&lt;/b&gt; and the HIGH QUALITY cake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thank you to &lt;b&gt;Sarah&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Beatrice&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Val&lt;/b&gt; for the much longed for &lt;i&gt;guitar&lt;/i&gt; book! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thank you to &lt;b&gt;Grace&lt;/b&gt; for the soapy and shampooy things you gave me! sorry but i can't differentiate between shampoo, soap and conditioner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thank you to &lt;b&gt;Chien Wen&lt;/b&gt; for the beautiful keychain! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thank you to &lt;b&gt;Pearlene&lt;/b&gt; for the &lt;u&gt;one-day LATE&lt;/u&gt; letter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to &lt;b&gt;Pinkie&lt;/b&gt; for the sweet little earrings! i promise you i will pierce my ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thank you to &lt;b&gt;EVERYBODY&lt;/b&gt; for the birthday huggies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to &lt;b&gt;MY FAMILY&lt;/b&gt; for the yummy cake, birthday wishes and the most beautiful card that my mum &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;MADE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;thank you girls, for making this day a brilliant birthday! =D&lt;br /&gt;we also played captain's ball. aaaaaaaaand we got &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. we got &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for the perfect banner too. THANKS PINKIE. but we got last for the dance. that doesn't matter though. i mean hello it's not even related to captain's ball. =D and 1/2, you should have TOTALLY won.&lt;br /&gt;on the 21stMAY we went for some general leadership thingy. the city slicker thingy was fine i guess. i've never ever walked from orchard mrt all the way to the tanglin area back to CHIJMES area before. and i will &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; do it again. thank you to the two ang mo-s who gave us the much needed taxi reciept! we got first for the questions thingy but we were degraded to like 2nd cuz we were late. D= but at least we got &lt;b&gt;2nd&lt;/b&gt;.=D&lt;br /&gt;oh crap i've got to go for tuition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-1675757240287551610?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1675757240287551610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/1675757240287551610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1675757240287551610' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-3074760617517725612</id><published>2007-05-18T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:55:48.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellos everyones. i just &lt;b&gt;WALKED&lt;/b&gt; home again today and i feel sooooo good because i sweat a lot and that probably means i lost weight. =D but i drank a &lt;b&gt;mango&lt;/b&gt; smoothie too.{lisa i know you're &lt;b&gt;DROOLING&lt;/b&gt;} so that probably means my weight is the same cuz i lost the fats i gained from the smoothie. &gt;:( nvm, i shall go swimming after &lt;b&gt;band&lt;/b&gt; tomorrow. i can't believe that we're the &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; section that has extra practise. i mean yeah i like the practise but MAN can't we ALL have practise &lt;u&gt;together&lt;/u&gt;? i mean, we ARE a &lt;b&gt;BAND&lt;/b&gt; after all and that means that we have to work together and be almost just as good as each other! so that means if one section has practise the rest of the sections &lt;b&gt;MUST&lt;/b&gt; have practise too in order to be of equal standards RIGHT? pfft.&lt;br /&gt;had yet &lt;b&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;sex&lt;/s&gt; talk today. but this time it was about premarital &lt;s&gt;sex&lt;/s&gt;. there were two speakers, &lt;b&gt;THERESA&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;JESTYN&lt;/b&gt;. oh and Jestyn is pronounced as &lt;b&gt;JUSTIN&lt;/b&gt; and it's latin for justin. cool huh? but he's not latin he's VERY &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Singaporean&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. the talk was okay i suppose...the STDs really freaked me out. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DON'T&lt;/u&gt; HAVE PREMARITAL &lt;s&gt;SEX&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we got back our lit papers and i found my very first &lt;b&gt;A1&lt;/b&gt;!!! that's GREAT! never knew that my project would actually get like **/50. so amazing...but the written test was &lt;u&gt;rubbi&lt;b&gt;sh&lt;/u&gt;it&lt;/b&gt;. cuz i got like **/25 lah which sucks like hell. but overall i still got an A1 which makes me really happy cuz the rest of my subjects are like either B4, B3 or A2. &lt;b&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/b&gt; i didn't get a C. my geog improved too! by like &lt;b&gt;3grades&lt;/b&gt; lah! so overjoyed! =D&lt;br /&gt;and Sarah didn't top every subject this time which means that studying a few days before the exam doesn't help her and she has to go back to studying one day before the exam which makes her even more free than usual which sucks cuz i always have to study like a month before the &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; exam. D:&lt;&gt;HONG KONG&lt;/b&gt; next friday for like &lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt; days and i will be living with &lt;b&gt;3 dogs &amp;amp; 1 cats&lt;/b&gt; and THAT rocks. woohoo!!! but the other prob is that i have quite a bit of holiday homework so i have to get what i currently have before i go for the trip or else i will have to bring my homework on holiday. -.-'' and val was coming up with this lame excuse for me if i have to bring my homework on holiday: sorry _____(whoever) i lost my homework in midair when i jumped from the plane with a parachute. it just slipped out of my hand! what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;after the &lt;b&gt;HONG KONG&lt;/b&gt; trip, i shall be going to &lt;b&gt;MALACCA&lt;/b&gt; for my &lt;u&gt;lovely&lt;/u&gt; church camp. :D time for some &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BONDING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; eh? *winks at Beatrice* wells, i think i'd better go back to my holiday homework or else i will just DIE during the holidays. ooooooh i think &lt;b&gt;what goes around comes around&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/b&gt; just &lt;u&gt;ROCKS&lt;/u&gt;. it's just SO cool. ahh i really should go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-3074760617517725612?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3074760617517725612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/3074760617517725612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3074760617517725612' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-2011299159990436874</id><published>2007-05-17T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T03:56:38.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was &lt;b&gt;crappy&lt;/b&gt;. first, there were too many announcements and that bloody announcement reading girl has such a freaking soft voice. then, chloe went to blame me for not telling the class about the important announcements. look here okay. i didn't tell the &lt;u&gt;bloody&lt;/u&gt; class the stupid announcements because you freaking people ran out of the classroom to check your stupid chinese paper! how on earth do you expect me to tell you the bloody announcements?! then this bloody !#$%^&amp;  together with that &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; %#$!* went to blame me for "searching" through your stupid bag when you told us &lt;b&gt;PERSONALLY&lt;/b&gt; to take your paintbrushes and use them. HELLO?! if i'm supposed to use your stupid paintbrushes and you didn't give them to me then OBVIOUSLY i would have to search your effing bag right? DUMB. you're freaking DUMB okay and FACE THE FACTS. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;next, that freaking %^&amp;*#$! went to blame me for looking at people's marks when i was giving out the chinese papers. i mean HELLO?! i'm not exactly THAT mean okay. it's just so "expected" of your type. all this unnecessary LABELLING. grrrr wake up your idea and smell the reality of this world CHILD.&lt;br /&gt;today was &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; fun at all. i mean i seriously don't mind the dancing thingy but YOU missbossy, don't have to be so overdemanding and overpowering right? hello? this is supposed to be a TEAM EFFORT and i bet you don't even KNOW the meaning of that! you're just so proud and bossy and you think you're the BEST just because you're in some stupid $%^&amp;# %$^&amp;amp;. you probably got in because of your SLUTTY crumping. that's probably the ONLY thing you depend on. ugh. you're just &lt;b&gt;PATHETIC&lt;/b&gt;. seriously. wake up and get a LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;pffft. i'm so pissed. i don't even want to go to school tomorrow. i'm telling you missbossy if i had been there two days ago, i would have jumped off a building in frustration. kiss my ASS you bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-2011299159990436874?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.msn.com/' title=''/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2011299159990436874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/2011299159990436874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2011299159990436874' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-7649421656056303527</id><published>2007-05-16T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T03:38:06.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people. i just &lt;b&gt;WALKED&lt;/b&gt; home from school today after Beatrice showed me where the condoms were at 7/11. =D&lt;br /&gt;well actually i just took a bath.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today i was supposed to stay back for &lt;b&gt;PROJECT WORK&lt;/b&gt; but apparently Angela felt really bad about not doing anything for the group so far, so she very nicely offered to search for the info herself! how nice.&lt;br /&gt;so val, beatrice, sarah, lisa and melissa (and me of course) went to &lt;b&gt;koufu&lt;/b&gt; for lunch and we ordered fried carrot cake. after lunch, lisa and melissa decided to go off and the rest of us went to popular to get my birthday present! and i must say, val has &lt;b&gt;a LOT&lt;/b&gt; of coins in her wallet. so she took out about $10 worth of coins in order to chip in for my birthday present and they went to pay. &lt;b&gt;THANKS GIRLS&lt;/b&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;so sarah and val went off leaving beatrice and me to go back to school. (for our project work of course) on the way we saw a cat which yawned in my face. how &lt;b&gt;rude&lt;/b&gt;! but i took a picture of it anyway for Beatrice and then we continued our way back to school and also continuing our discreet conversation. &lt;b&gt;sshhh&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;we saw the hostile cat at the apartments opposite our school again and this time it arched its back really high. so we just backed off and went to school. we met &lt;b&gt;Sheryl&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;NuttyTham&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Pearlene&lt;/b&gt; at the canteen and we played the "odd one out" game. i rmb Nutty said this really funny sentence to Pearlene after Pearlene said something dumb. "you are the odd one out cuz you dunno how to play the odd one out." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;after a while, Melissa, PQ and Lisa came out of nowhere with bags full of sushi, chips and ribena! beatrice went to be hero and drank the ribena without putting any water &lt;b&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/b&gt; realising it. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i found out that PQ bought 20 strips of stickers with $2! so she gave me two and pasted them on my badge and specs. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;we played a bit of &lt;b&gt;HEART ATTACK&lt;/b&gt; then PQ and her fren(forgot her name. oops!) went to fill up some water balloons. oh i realised that lisa can't count because melissa and she were playing this thumb game and when melissa asked her how many thumbs there were, she went to say uhhh five?? WAH LAO EH. and then. (wah this is funny) [this is in the game] she said four but SHE DIDN'T PUT HER THUMBS UP. &lt;b&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt;!!! it's like damn funny lah! then melissa was going OHMYGAWSH OHMYGAWSH! HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice was just plain blur. tsk tsk must wake up lah! then Beatrice and i decided to go back so we went up to class and got our bags and wentt back down to pee. oops too much info.&lt;br /&gt;wells...we didn't exactly go back so we went to the primary side netball court and fooled around with some water balloons and the netball. i'm telling you PQ was terrorising all of us with her water balloons. then we FINALLY went home.&lt;br /&gt;bleah. the results &lt;b&gt;SUCKED&lt;/b&gt; like anything. oh pooh. and then that smartass of a &lt;b&gt;SARAH&lt;/b&gt; went to happyhappy top the class in Geography &lt;b&gt;AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;. wah lao eh! thank goodness she didn't top english if not i would be killing her right now.&lt;br /&gt;oh well...it was an &lt;u&gt;alright&lt;/u&gt; day today and congrats natasha for most probably topping the class in english and no congratulations to YOU sarah for topping the class in geog &lt;b&gt;AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;oh and &lt;b&gt;THANK YOU VAL, BEATRICE AND SARAH FOR GETTING ME MY MOST DESIRED PRESENT!!!&lt;/b&gt; love you girls always! *muacks!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-7649421656056303527?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://iamdevotedtogod.blogspot.com/' title=''/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7649421656056303527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/7649421656056303527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7649421656056303527' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5536586784556894798</id><published>2007-05-15T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T05:39:04.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. i can finally BLOG. thank the good &lt;b&gt;LORD&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...the retreat yesterday was pretty emotional. but surprisingly i didn't exactly cry that much. i mean i thought i'd be crying buckets but noooooooo...i was just one of the few people who didn't cry. i don't get it. issit like a &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; to cry at these sort of things? i mean, we're just searching for our &lt;b&gt;INNER&lt;/b&gt; self and reconciling with our lost friends right? okay..i think i just answered my own question. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;pffft i can't put colour into this post. i HATE posts without colour. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;it's a tuesday night and i'm so bored...&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me of today. it was superdeeduper boring cuz all we did was listen to some BEIJING guy with a REALLY REALLY heavy chinese accent and i couldn't understand him at all. so i ended up doodling on my paper that &lt;b&gt;DEAR&lt;/b&gt; Beatrice gave and Sarah doodled on it too. she was fiddling around with Beatrice's calligraphy pen and learning how to write new chinese characters. i know, lame right? you don't need to give me that "thatwassostupid&amp;lame" look. i'll do it myself. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;wells...the sword thingy was pretty fun and the "imperial officialish" robe part was fun too. i'm telling you natalie has &lt;b&gt;SHORT&lt;/b&gt; arms. no offence lah seriously but you looked like you couldn't find your hands. and Sarah too. but at least Sarah could do the flick-up-the-long-long-sleeves thing. Sarah kept going ON and ON about how she thought the robe thingy was so fun and how she &lt;b&gt;SO&lt;/b&gt; wanted to do it. and she wouldn't go and do it until i raised her hand for her and shoved her out of her seat. *sheesh*&lt;br /&gt;at least she had fun.&lt;br /&gt;next was the sword thing which Pearlini and ShiPei did. i'm telling you ShiPei looked DAMN cute lah! she kept turning and looking back at the BEIJING guy and the BEIJING guy kept telling her xiang qian kan xian qian kan. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah wanted to do the sword thingy too but she thought maybe not cuz she already went up after all. yup, i had quite a nice "afterrecess" cultural programme. hope the non-chinese girls liked it. now you will know how to appreciate chinese too!&lt;br /&gt;bleah. i don't wana go and check papers tomorrow. i'm telling you i'll probably be sitting next to some smart ass and i will be peeking at that person's marks and feeling so bad about being stupid in a smart class. :'(&lt;br /&gt;soooo sad! i hate my brain! no. i shouldn't say that! i must &lt;b&gt;APPRECIATE&lt;/b&gt; what &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt; gave me. hmph BAD kelly! BAD BAD girl! *spanks self*&lt;br /&gt;oh well. marks are just materialistic things. they won't last forever so i guess i should concentrate on things that will last forever. :D wah wah kelly is becoming so &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DEEP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH. i went to the MRT with Beatrice today cuz i wanted to pei her. i know that she is always so lonely...go to the MRT alone. so i went with her! OH and i saw &lt;b&gt;TEN&lt;/b&gt; cats today. it's AMAZING i tell you. i saw this guy feeding some 4 cats too! and there was this one cat who was sitting where the plants are grown at the apartments opposite our school. it kept meowing at me. and Beatrice happyhappy go and put some CRANBERRY syrup with ice onto the ledge for the cat. i'm telling you the cat will get DIARREAH or something. *shit is that how you spell it?*&lt;br /&gt;yupyup then we happyhappy go down to the MRT but guess who we saw on the way? FAUSTATAN &amp;amp; MS AU. tsk tsk. grown adults. all mature and still...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;but ANYWAY. the point is that we saw him. and we also saw him at the ATM. woah. he was withdrawing money. so Beatrice and i quickly quickly go and walk faster. but then i had the drink in my hand. so i faster faster go and eat all the &lt;b&gt;NATADECOCO&lt;/b&gt; and go to the gantry. then i stopped. what if he is at the MRT too? so we went back to check and guess what? HE WAS STILL THERE. omg he either withdraws money reeeeeeaaaaaaaaal slowly or he is withdrawing LOTS AND LOTS of money. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;but still. we quickly went to the MRT and went to check the whole platform to see if he somehow miarculously sped to the MRT. thank GOD he didn't and i went home safe and sound. =D&lt;br /&gt;Band today was fine. Stefani was being NICER. so i wasn't that pissed and i could play. but one bad news. I CAN'T PLAY HIGH D ANYMORE. oh shit. that really sucks. oh well MORE PRACTICE. plus we've got SPECIAL practice on Saturday which no other section has! ain't that super COOL? yeps.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i shall go and watch TV now so i will leave you to digest what i have just posted yah? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love God and I love Jesus. I love the Holy Spirit and I love His &lt;b&gt;RESCUE PLAN&lt;/b&gt;. He's included me in it and i shall be the great worker of GOD and help Him recruit new believers for His &lt;b&gt;EVERLASTING&lt;/b&gt; Kingdom. AMEN!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5536586784556894798?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.armorgames.com/tutorials/trapped-tutorial.html' title=''/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5536586784556894798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5536586784556894798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5536586784556894798' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6269344002844047489</id><published>2007-05-05T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T05:57:52.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pffft. not gonna visit HER blog or tag anymore. pfft to your ever un-sexy ass! =p&lt;br /&gt;anyways...thinking of piercing my ears. i need second opinions. i know ashley doesn't want me to because according to her it's "very very pain and i've done it before so i know". i think she's really into the debating thing cuz during a debate you need evidence to support your statment and she doesn't really need to say "i've done it before so i know" but she did cuz she thought she needed to support her answer. woah.&lt;br /&gt;finding it very hard to be nice nowadays. i know Sarah made a pact with me to try and be nicer but she so totally abandoned me lah! so now i am left alone to be nice to other people and that's hard. really reeeeaaaally hard. oh wells...went to visit some old blogs which have never been updated since the last century. realised that some people (like lisa) used to tok lyk dis. dey tot it was verii cool worhx. dey lurbbexxedd iit.&lt;br /&gt;okay forget it. i cant' type like that. it just freaks me out that i'm doing it. now i need a second opinion on something else. should i learn how to play the guitar or the drums? drums are cool but guitars are easier to learn. hmmm...second opinions please!&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised something. my posts are starting to be extremely boring. bleah. it's not my fault. studying's getting to me. but THANK GOD i'm on history now. crap my bro wants to use the comp. bleah again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-6269344002844047489?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6269344002844047489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6269344002844047489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6269344002844047489' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-5053515911754951411</id><published>2007-05-03T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:32:01.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i realised that i am a slacker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes that's right i slack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit lah i seriously don't want to go for tuition today. tuition sucks like hell and it's so &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; boring. grrrr li aun better come today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;had my geog and zuo wen papers today. geog was just plain shitty. i only had like 45mins to do my section c and i spent 15mins on the stupid photosketch which ended up looking like some sort of black paper with monochromatic colours. and yes i know, kelly knows how to APPLY so well. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOVA paper sucked as well. my dad said that SOVA is stupid. he thinks that art is meant to be in colour and pictures and not tested in words. i so agree with him. and i'm SURE a lot of people do too. [no offence Mrs Zailee :D]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bah. i'm supposed to be studying science right now. yes i know "science?" i'm so &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; slow. grrrr feel so vulgar today. after science i'm gonna do history and that will be the end of my studying spree. i don't understand how lisa can spend so much time on one subject. she spend 20 hours on geog and i spend like 3. hehe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DON'T WANA STUDY ANYMORE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the loooong papers today, grace, pearlene, val, beatrice, pinkie, sarah, lisa, laura and i went to macs to grab something to eat. well i didn't. i ate two fries which adds up to 30 laps for me. =D grace couldn't decide whether she wanted to go home by bus or mrt and i could tell she wanted to go with the other people but when they decided to take bus she also went to take bus even though it's not the same bus and we could lose more weight by walking from the mrt to home. pfft. she complains that her house is too far away. i'd gladly walk another kilometer if i could lose more weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI i think i'm losing weight. i've been diligently doing 50 crutches, 40 push ups (mens), 50 more crutches and 30 of that thingy where you put your hand on the edge of anywhere and you stretch out your legs and push yourself up and down every night. even though my family is very suspicious of what i do every night when i change that takes me so long, i still do it. and plus whenever i get the opportunity, i do that thing we did in ms chua's class, the one where you have to lean against the wall and shift yourself into a position that looks like you're sitting on an imaginary chair. oh yes i do that all the time. twice or more a day. and i don't time myself. i just do it until i can't stand it anymore and my legs are shivering like hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;woohoo i'm so proud of myself. that's the only thing that i am diligent in. oh well better go back to studying. shit i really don't wana go for tuition. i hope lao shi doesn't check for the letter because i didn't do it. and why should i anyway? i just had my test today. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rjrb7YxsPfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_2sRVB55E7A/s1600-h/IMG_4506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060598944613809650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rjrb7YxsPfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_2sRVB55E7A/s320/IMG_4506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's to what i think of studying. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-5053515911754951411?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5053515911754951411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/5053515911754951411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5053515911754951411' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/Rjrb7YxsPfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_2sRVB55E7A/s72-c/IMG_4506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6838514349132098988</id><published>2007-04-20T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:32:01.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/RimKGMeqSHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_2RgIenDNWY/s1600-h/me!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055723895733766258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/RimKGMeqSHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_2RgIenDNWY/s320/me!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's really amazing....the kind of wake up call you think you're giving out but actually it's waking YOU up. kays so yesterday like during ep...yeah i kinda got pissed yesterday...totally brought my morale down. but i'm pretty fine with it now. maybe quite happy i got out of being with them. but yeah...i mean like everybody knew PERFECTLY well i wasn't exactly at my highest yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sarah was being hyper yesterday and i dunno....it seemed that (even thru msn) her hyperness always brings me down...making me feel worse and physically and mentally tired. no offence sarah...it's not your fault. but she was really nice like trying to cheer me up and everything. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i shouldn't have published that post on the class blog yesterday. it's like sarah and beatrice were sort of bugging me about whether i was referring to them. *sigh* i don't want to hurt them or anything so i didn't say anything either. i mean okay if i don't like somebody then so be it right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that post was published, i knew that loads of people are gonna become life long enemies with me. why do i find it easier to make enemies than make friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was writing a story yesterday and it sorta portrayed how i really felt. i think i'll type it out just to let ya'll know. (it's not meant to be great or anything so please dont' critique)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;With tears welling up in my hard, cold eyes, i sprinted home. With every step i took, my sling bag slammed against my back, it's keychains making innocent jingling noises. Soon, i slowed down to a walk, but my tears took this as an opportunity to speed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My bitchy neighbour stepped out of her house just as i arrived at my gate. She took one glance at me and slipped on a mask of sympathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Oh my...what happened to you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I shoved her out of my way and murmured, "Do both of us a favour and bugger off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Language my dear girl!" she exclaimed but turned around, muttering a swear word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I flung my bag onto the floor and drowned myself in all the work i got, wallowing in my own world of darkness and despair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[i dunno if i used the word correctly] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Looking back at all that i have experienced that day, my heart felt heavy and overflowing with depression. I had enough of people ostracizing me already. Is it my breath? my attitude? why am i treated like such an outcast? Why am i always taken advantage of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Can't people just make up their minds. i was told off for being too harsh with my words. so i tried to soften down and guess what? people take advantage of the fact that i'm trying to change FOR them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay i think i'll stop here cuz the rest of the story sounds really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as most of you should have already seen and known, i have been cutting myself. but it's not so serious...it's not like i cut myself until i bleed. nah i cut myself just to leave a mark there. and no i don't do it cuz it's cool to be emo. i do it cuz i like the feeling. it doesn't help me release anything but i don't exactly feel pain when i cut myself. but recently i've been making deeper ones because the previous ones always go away after one day. let's see if i can make it last one week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't really give up burning so don't get your hopes high sarah. burning still makes me feel good but it reminds me too much of how it can relate to my life so much...so i don't do it too often now. besides...my lighter is running low and if i buy one my parents will just freak out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yup i'm not joining sailing anymore because i found out you have to go and gain a lot of weight to weigh downt he boat and i'm too light and i'll have to put on ALOT of weight. so i decided to stick with band and join odac too...that way when i get bored with band or most likely annoyed with that b***h, i can stick with odac. hopefully i get into the dragon boat team. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm feeling unaturally tired today. i shldn't be. i just came back from running! pfft. i'm happy i finished my maths and with sarah's help managed to figure out the bloody pattern for question two. i'm going to be a good girl today and go and buy assessments for maths. i think i'll get notes for science too. phew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI i made 8 cuts yesterday but today only 5 made it through the night. isn't that sad. last time i made 9 cuts and only 3 survived. but once i made two and they survived.i made them during the maths test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&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/20600580-6838514349132098988?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6838514349132098988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6838514349132098988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6838514349132098988' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WW1F8UeKX-o/RimKGMeqSHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_2RgIenDNWY/s72-c/me!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-8708424481182768482</id><published>2007-04-15T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T01:50:14.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FARK FARK FARK FARK FARK. and for the last time. FARK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dammit. why can't my dad just let me live my own life. if i want to quit band then let me! what the hell is wrong with that?? it's not like as if i'm committing some sort of ohso terrible and hideous unimaginable crime right? hey, i've got a life you know. i mean i'm ACTUALLY grown up. i'm SURE you don't have a problem with that. i'm not interested in band. full stop. you don't have to keep on bugging me about why i lost my interest in band. it's just like one day you have this craving for laksa. then the next thing you know, when the laksa comes, you lost it. why? i don't know. maybe your brain is malfunctioning or MAYBE maybe my brain actually has feelings and something about the laksa stimulates something inside my brain that makes it decide that laksa is fattening and therefore i shall not eat it because i have just burnt 500 calories. that's okay right? i mean that's how we live. by making decisions that are affected by things around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;let's talk about band now. let's say i am interested in band because my bro is quite INTO band. band is his life; GOD told him to go and be in band. why? i don't know. it's GOD here. so maybe i was sorta interested in band cuz of my bro. he's into it so why don't i give it a shot? yeah i gave it a shot and look at where i am right now. i'm probably the worst french horn player in the entire section with the worst attitude *that always seems to be the case*. so why am i wasting my time in band. i'm the worst. i lost my interest because something stimulated something in my brain's stem cells. so what do i do? i QUIT. duh. that's the most logical thing to do right at this very moment. why should i continue with band if i don't like it which would be wasting precious time here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but noooooooo. my dad just HAS to go on and on about how i always give up on things halfway *which is partly true by the way* and how he won't let me quit until he gets a proper reason as to why i lost my interest. and NOW he wants me to go and talk to Mrs Kuan and tell her about how i am losing interest in band and now he also wants me to give him her number so that he will be able to talk to her about it. i've never felt so pissed in my life! if i want to quit then let me freaking quit! what's your problem? it's not even your life! if i'm interested in sailing and i want to do sports because i'm not a music person but an outdoor person then let it be! why do you have to keep on harping on the fact that i always give up halfway and losing interest is not a valid reason! what then is a valid reason to you? if i tell you that i am stressed because i can't balance work and band then you will say i have poor time management just like the band teachers. if i say i don't like the seniors then you will say let me call the band teachers or something like that. anything i say you have an excuse and you won't let me quit band. so what's the point of talking to you in the first place? they say if there's anything wrong with your life, go to your parents or your teachers and talk to them about it. GOD would be a way better option only you can't really talk to Him face to face. Counsellors would be SO much better than parents or teachers because they are there to make you feel better and that's the only thing they can do or they'll lose their jobs. Let me quit band for crying out loud! i hate band and i dont' want to have anything to do with it so LET OFF AND LET ME LIVE MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;phew. now that's out, let's talk about church today. no offence Lisa if i'm using something that you copyrighted but church was a BLAST today. it was fantastic. although the sermon was quite boring *no offence Pastor Boon Yeong* but the baptism session was great. it's so refreshing and relieving to know that there are still people in this world who want to be dedicated to GOD. Yi Ling got baptised today and so did Ashleigh, Zelia, Marcus and Lucas. i can already tell who is going to be the more playful twin. Lucas. he made this really funny gesture when Pastor Boon Yeong put the water on his head. but marcus didn't do anything. he looked quite stunned. just like all the other infants. but there was one who was so cute! she like vibrated so much when she was baptised. CUTE MAN. oh yeah CONGRATS YILING ON GETTING BAPTISED. hope your life will be renewed and you will live a godly life! *try to make sense during BS okay...you very chim..i know you are a tuition teacher but be a bit simpler can?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;had the parent-leader meeting today. found out that the merge of TNYF and PUNJ will be on the 27th of May. that's great. now i can attend service with my bro. LOL. and this new group will be called STAR. bah i had enough of stars already. i realised that even my sister can attend the service together then we can all go for youth camp at the end of the year together. brrrr...sounds like a nightmare. brother and sister and me all together. freaky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;okay i'm being a really naughty girl now because i'm supposed to be doing LIT but i really can't be bothered. but yet i have to pass it up tomorrow....how sad....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;guess i'll bug off now. crappy lit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-8708424481182768482?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8708424481182768482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/8708424481182768482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8708424481182768482' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20600580.post-6856438745325042225</id><published>2007-04-05T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:32:18.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am feeling terribly lethargic. just thinking of the pile of homework i have yet to complete makes me sick. plus, the thought of me failing Lit is absoloutely torturous. and to top it all off, i just found out i have some weird photo album virus thingy that makes me send my photo album to everybody in my contacts for no apparent reason. freaky... but i found it only happens on msn so windows messenger is alright.&lt;br /&gt;bleh. i'm doing my lit IPW right now and it's totally pissing me off. i just cannot think right now and i am NOT in the mood to do lit. ugh i feel so low nowadays. i'm tired of living already and i'm barely 13. it's like the whole world's turning against me and i'm starting to notice everyone's change in their behaviour towards me. and no it's not good. D'=&lt;br /&gt;and i'd just like to address a certain someone. i shall call you %. right. so %, yeah sure you seem like a really nice person and all but the real you is starting to surface day by day. i have no right to judge you but i think that you are pretty arrogant and a miss know-it-all. you always look down on other people. like as if you can do anything better than them. you think that you are always the top. always the best. and you're just another kind of those people who only hang out with the ''cool'' people, the people who are popular, talk a lot, interesting. you hardly care about anyone else but yourself. i'm sick and tired of being taken advantage of and being seen as someone you can just make fun of or be nice friends with whenever you feel like it. what's wrong with you? split brains? grrr. piss off.&lt;br /&gt;bleah. i'm starting to be emo. just like the last time last year. it's annoying. why does everything have to happen to me. ever since that girl # entered my life, everybody's been turning their backs to me. probably gossiping too.&lt;br /&gt;okay no time to blog now. IJ FIESTA rocked yesterday. got wet. need to do work now. bleah. bah. pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20600580-6856438745325042225?l=ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6856438745325042225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20600580/posts/default/6856438745325042225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatepregnantgoldfishes.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6856438745325042225' title=''/><author><name>aprayermade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16705823494833967065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
