<?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-21537863</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:56:15.857-07:00</updated><category term='Costumes'/><category term='Prison Break'/><category term='Tests'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Liar Liar'/><category term='Conversation'/><category term='Biology'/><category term='Cute People of Today'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='School Randomness'/><category term='Naggy Mother Hen'/><category term='Pants on Fire'/><category term='Depressed'/><category term='Tired'/><category term='Reproduction of flower'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>those COLOURFUL m&amp;Ms</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CANDY; 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GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-2242639428471312941</id><published>2007-04-14T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T08:00:47.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m parched , I’m parched , I’m parched&lt;br /&gt;Uh, is that raggy-kumar’s rule of three ,&lt;br /&gt;Am I correct ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh , I think I kinda like Organic Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Cos it’s so healthy leeehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got muscle aches from Wednesday’s Napfa&lt;br /&gt;And so does everyone else .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Cheryl Soh is damn naggy ?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Soh is damn naggy !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-2242639428471312941?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/2242639428471312941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=2242639428471312941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/2242639428471312941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/2242639428471312941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-parched-im-parched-im-parched-uh-is.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-6915711058908760704</id><published>2007-04-10T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:53:27.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAMENTATIONS ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/Rhui-i-KcVI/AAAAAAAAALs/VOcYSzoi4RM/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051810602449269074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/Rhui-i-KcVI/AAAAAAAAALs/VOcYSzoi4RM/s320/Picture+082.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Phew&lt;br /&gt;I barely managed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear Rayna's gone back home&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so sad, why does she&lt;br /&gt;have to go home !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate icecream disasters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drip drip drip&lt;br /&gt;all over .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do ; biobiobio &lt;u&gt;geog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        the stupid history homework .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-6915711058908760704?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/6915711058908760704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=6915711058908760704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/6915711058908760704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/6915711058908760704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/04/lamentations.html' title='LAMENTATIONS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; 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GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-8684689087206481879</id><published>2007-03-08T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T06:22:26.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's &lt;u&gt;Meet-the-Parents&lt;/u&gt; tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i hope shorty shuts his mouth and stops&lt;br /&gt;being a bitch for once, or at least a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i've got almost everything i want&lt;br /&gt;everything &lt;em&gt;except you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-8684689087206481879?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/8684689087206481879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=8684689087206481879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/8684689087206481879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/8684689087206481879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-meet-parents-tomorrow-i-hope-shorty.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-7556003236664701365</id><published>2007-03-01T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:53:28.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversation'/><title type='text'>DISCRIMINATION ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RebmeD_3QaI/AAAAAAAAALc/y_YsynpfttA/s1600-h/Sleazy+%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036966637404111266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RebmeD_3QaI/AAAAAAAAALc/y_YsynpfttA/s320/Sleazy+%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;do not be taken in by a woman's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beauty, never lose your head over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am i talking about ?!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i pop into class,&lt;br /&gt;everyone gives me food enough to last&lt;br /&gt;me through the entire day&lt;br /&gt;well much thanks for trying to&lt;br /&gt;re- create the whole Hansel &amp; Gretal gingerbread&lt;br /&gt;house thing, cos i really appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we're going to the incineration plant,&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me which, it's some incineration plant&lt;br /&gt;yes yes , i know what's going through your mind&lt;br /&gt;Like how damn smelly can it get ?!&lt;br /&gt;i hope shorty lee falls into the pit hole anyway&lt;br /&gt;and that'll be the last of him&lt;br /&gt;the good thing is, we don't have lessons tmrw !&lt;br /&gt;and i get to go shopping after learning journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then then,&lt;br /&gt;today we were talking about things during geog&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when geog girls&lt;br /&gt;are lulled into a state of boredom ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch : ehhh, you know in 2010, some company is&lt;br /&gt;             coming up with a robot that serves you drinks ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : Huh, later become like iRobot how, so freaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch : don't scare me lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : They all become bad !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch : can you imagine if later, the robot rapes you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : Eeew , like eeew. Imagine having &lt;u&gt;robotic sex&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch : Haha, like "take out your clothes now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : ohhh, and when they kiss, the human will get&lt;br /&gt;                  an electric shock! Electrodes man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch : hahha, "Ejaculating in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entire table : bursts out laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so freaking damn freaking damn funny&lt;br /&gt;i laughed till my tummy ached,&lt;br /&gt;but not a good enough excuse to go home, apparently&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i want want to go to Stacey's bedok house&lt;br /&gt;so i can crash in on her videos, yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Raj : Girls, don't forget to add in the local flavour&lt;br /&gt;                  in your essays, like "beehoon" (vermicelli)&lt;br /&gt;Us : can we write lah&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Raj : No Singlish Allowed!&lt;br /&gt;Us : Why.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Raj : what are you going to write in&lt;br /&gt;                  as an explanation for lah anyway&lt;br /&gt;Us : "lah" (Singaporean full-stop)&lt;br /&gt;          eg. I was late &lt;u&gt;lah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Raj : No lah, cannot lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thus deduced from a conversation with&lt;br /&gt;shorty lee that there is no point in going to school&lt;br /&gt;you go to school, not pay attention in class&lt;br /&gt;and get scolded for not paying attention in class&lt;br /&gt;Wah , might as well stay at home right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stomach takes in all kinds of food&lt;br /&gt;but some food are better than others.&lt;br /&gt;As the palate discerns the flavour of game,&lt;br /&gt;so a shrewd man detects lying words.&lt;br /&gt;A perverse heart causes sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;an experience man knows how to pay him back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your heart of gold discharged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and plated my silver spoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-7556003236664701365?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/7556003236664701365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=7556003236664701365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/7556003236664701365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/7556003236664701365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/03/discrimination.html' title='DISCRIMINATION ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RebmeD_3QaI/AAAAAAAAALc/y_YsynpfttA/s72-c/Sleazy+%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-8833980647710448638</id><published>2007-02-26T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:53:28.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liar Liar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pants on Fire'/><title type='text'>Sexy, Sleazy, Saucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/ReKqdj_3QZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/oFCJ5RmiM7I/s1600-h/Grey%27s+Anatomy+%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035774758209667474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/ReKqdj_3QZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/oFCJ5RmiM7I/s320/Grey%27s+Anatomy+%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the sins of the father&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shall not be put onto the son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Raj : "you know why you lost so many marks in your essay?"&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : " Ahh .."&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Raj : "it's because of your handwriting, you know what you can do?"&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : " Uhh .. "&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Raj : "Write bigger lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahlao, everyone's telling me to change my&lt;br /&gt;handwriting, even stacey is!&lt;br /&gt;like stacey!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i shall force myself to let my&lt;br /&gt;dad sign my test paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want to eat carrot cake leh!&lt;br /&gt;Carrrrrot cake!&lt;br /&gt;Oxy found a baked lizard today,&lt;br /&gt;and we wanted to scare cheryl with it&lt;br /&gt;but guess what,&lt;br /&gt;she picked it up, and started wagging it at joanna&lt;br /&gt;cos joanna was being an irritant,&lt;br /&gt;so i have have have to say this&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations cheryl! you touched a real-live&lt;br /&gt;though baked lizard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves my new boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;cos he's so cute,&lt;br /&gt;Hahhha, &amp; deborah has to go taking&lt;br /&gt;his head and showing him around&lt;br /&gt;(inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to Mrs. Lungs, we now have to&lt;br /&gt;sit properly with our  legs crossed,&lt;br /&gt;cos showing our thighs is just too indecent&lt;br /&gt;and what did she say ?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, it sends out &lt;em&gt;certain social signals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just say body-language Mrs. Lungs,&lt;br /&gt;stop tring to make it sound so lovely cos it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace &amp; I totally agree the thai food at Bukit Timah's nice&lt;br /&gt;but the ambience is a bit off if you want&lt;br /&gt;to bring friends&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i shall bring mitch, oxy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; pester madeline, cos they'll love &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lying is an ugly blot on a man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ever on the lips of the ignorant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A theif is preferable to an inveterate liar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but both are heading for ruin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lying is an abominable habit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that disgrace is the liar's for ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are 3 sorts of people my soul hates,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and whose existence I consider an outrage :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a poor man with pride,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a rich man who is a liar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;an adulterous old man who has no sense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I realise that the bible makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a good literature textbook,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and coming from me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you'd better believe that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cos bibles aren't exactly my cup-of-tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Counting the minutes to tuition,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-8833980647710448638?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/8833980647710448638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=8833980647710448638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/8833980647710448638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/8833980647710448638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/02/sexy-sleazy-saucy.html' title='Sexy, Sleazy, Saucy'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SCeWtOJO4uc/ReKqdj_3QZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/oFCJ5RmiM7I/s72-c/Grey%27s+Anatomy+%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-4057351942519532439</id><published>2007-02-23T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:54:08.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute People of Today'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Top 6 People who do these cute things :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Ooi's 1000 words a minute ramblings&lt;br /&gt;&amp; her mispronounciations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah's laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie's smalllllness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa's logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiwei's hair ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wentworth Miller's everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhha, actually,&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure there're more&lt;br /&gt;i'm just way too lazy to think&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Choy and i counted and counted&lt;br /&gt;and we realised that we've to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;110&lt;/u&gt; pages for the Geog test on monday&lt;br /&gt;Oh Great ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had this huge dream during &amp; after geog class&lt;br /&gt;we dreamnt that if we have one &lt;em&gt;billion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we would be able to spend a &lt;em&gt;million&lt;/em&gt; a month&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;83 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; . Years okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how damn good is that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love the way grace says &lt;u&gt;ang-moh chap&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-4057351942519532439?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/4057351942519532439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=4057351942519532439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/4057351942519532439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/4057351942519532439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-6-people-who-do-these-cute-things.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-5509662971753873799</id><published>2007-02-23T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:43:14.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biology'/><title type='text'>LITTLE EMPEROR ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm so depressed. I failed Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so depressed. I failed Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so depressed. I failed Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so depressed. I failed Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so depressed. I failed Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so depressed. I failed Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so depressed. I failed Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad okay, how the hell am I going&lt;br /&gt;to show my parents lah, Shit!&lt;br /&gt;my progress report is definitely going&lt;br /&gt;to look so damn ugly,&lt;br /&gt;i hope they don't give sec fours&lt;br /&gt;progress report ?&lt;br /&gt;Fat Fat FAT hope ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jean Tan talked to me today&lt;br /&gt;and she said she'll be watching me closely&lt;br /&gt;this is so bad,&lt;br /&gt;and she's going to ask me questions in class&lt;br /&gt;Work-harder! &lt;strong&gt;Must, Must , Must!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this &lt;em&gt;nice pink &amp; green&lt;/em&gt; bag in the magazine&lt;br /&gt;that's so bloody nice,&lt;br /&gt;we're all going to town to get it,&lt;br /&gt;everyone loves it!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone excluding Mitch &amp;amp; Stacey&lt;br /&gt;They're damn anti-climax one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in love with &lt;u&gt;Mahjong&lt;/u&gt; ever since&lt;br /&gt;playing it at Nicole's , it's so addictive&lt;br /&gt;Grace Oooi is going to play with me (:&lt;br /&gt;Grace Ooi owes me many MANY things,&lt;br /&gt;MANY!&lt;br /&gt;and Xunqi's being such a bitch i swear&lt;br /&gt;Ew, ew, Ewwws&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who owes me Angbao, please pay up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-5509662971753873799?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/5509662971753873799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=5509662971753873799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/5509662971753873799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/5509662971753873799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-emperor.html' title='LITTLE EMPEROR ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-676212680758917910</id><published>2007-02-21T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:53:28.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naggy Mother Hen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdxK1b6gb5I/AAAAAAAAALE/BULDXvsWudw/s1600-h/STARBUCKS+COFFEE+%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033980765380046738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdxK1b6gb5I/AAAAAAAAALE/BULDXvsWudw/s320/STARBUCKS+COFFEE+%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Only we, are able to truly understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the joy of shopping - &lt;em&gt;hosanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to guys bitch &amp; gossip is somewhat&lt;br /&gt;priceless, but not that priceless&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, but you're not worth that much&lt;br /&gt;Ha , ha , ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this totally nice! &lt;u&gt;Elle&lt;/u&gt; fashion magazine&lt;br /&gt;from the UK, it's like A5 in size, and really&lt;br /&gt;nice &amp; posh &amp;amp; glam&lt;br /&gt;It's $25 and kim wanted to get it for me&lt;br /&gt;but me being nice me politely declined&lt;br /&gt;although my heart said otherwise&lt;br /&gt;Kkkkiiim! I wannnnttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Mila's birthday&lt;br /&gt;schoo was pretty fun cos we were supposed to&lt;br /&gt;only have one hour of lesson, but had 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;instead because they decided to run the&lt;br /&gt;Emergency Drill. Some drill,&lt;br /&gt;we all knew it was a fake bomb lah&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they packed us up and sent us to the hall&lt;br /&gt;after an hour of recess and we had the Chinese New Year&lt;br /&gt;celebrations then&lt;br /&gt;I thought some of the performances were rather random&lt;br /&gt;but everyone was talking about the face-changing act!&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda disappointing that we couldn't sing songs&lt;br /&gt;however, i enjoyed myself nonetheless whilst leaning&lt;br /&gt;against the pillar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we saw a handful of ungracious students&lt;br /&gt;at the bus stop. Firstly, this group of sec ones&lt;br /&gt;came up to stand in front of us,&lt;br /&gt;since we were all snatching to get cabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: Excuse me, but we came first.&lt;br /&gt;       Can you all go to the back?&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently, after much polite asking, we got fed-up&lt;br /&gt;Ing: Oi! don't be inconsiderate la, go to the back/&lt;br /&gt;Ing: Can you move aside?!&lt;br /&gt;Ing: you better watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, Really.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, we gave our cab up to&lt;br /&gt;the much nicer sec threeees&lt;br /&gt;The squeezing up the bus incident was stupid&lt;br /&gt;I think that (they) spent so much time stupidly deciding&lt;br /&gt;whether or not to alight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh, fast forward to &lt;u&gt;shopping&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Inggrid &amp; I went crazy in Zara cos we had this sudden urge&lt;br /&gt;to go try on all the shoes there.&lt;br /&gt;So we stepped out of our shoes, took off our socks and started&lt;br /&gt;walking barefooted around the store, grabbing shoes&lt;br /&gt;off the shelves and wearing them&lt;br /&gt;Then, we pranced around in them and started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oohing&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;aahing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both &lt;u&gt;fell-in-love&lt;/u&gt; with this pair of really&lt;br /&gt;nice black, shiny shoes, like pumps on wedges&lt;br /&gt;It's so freaaaaking nice, i'm going to get it!&lt;br /&gt;I say , we were scavengers on a shoe hunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money Money, i need money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;said a poor lil girl ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day: I had starbucks coffee!&lt;br /&gt;which sent me to heaven and back again&lt;br /&gt;Father says coffee shop coffee is the best&lt;br /&gt;but i say that coffee no caramel, no ice-blended,&lt;br /&gt;no whipped cream ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One , Two , Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMNS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angbaos from Chinese New Year&lt;br /&gt;glorious food, and sinful snacking (:&lt;br /&gt;I hate the two hour long traffic jam,&lt;br /&gt;in which i spent my time wisely cursing &amp; swearing&lt;br /&gt;but i love my relatives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoooope,&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to Prison Break,&lt;br /&gt;i'm the top of the current!&lt;br /&gt;Beat me man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-676212680758917910?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/676212680758917910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=676212680758917910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/676212680758917910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/676212680758917910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/02/only-we-are-able-to-truly-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdxK1b6gb5I/AAAAAAAAALE/BULDXvsWudw/s72-c/STARBUCKS+COFFEE+%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-8373980893860069694</id><published>2007-02-16T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:53:28.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depressed'/><title type='text'>PRETTY UGLY ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdZumb6gb4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/2pRp5SakFOA/s1600-h/Crush+%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032331240240344962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdZumb6gb4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/2pRp5SakFOA/s320/Crush+%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Slap the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;Slap Slap Slap&lt;br /&gt;Slap all the assignments&lt;br /&gt;Slap the tests too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed with my results&lt;br /&gt;Don't say there isn't anything to&lt;br /&gt;be disappointed in cos i didn't study&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot to be okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking into depression&lt;br /&gt;Gah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-8373980893860069694?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/8373980893860069694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=8373980893860069694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/8373980893860069694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/8373980893860069694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/02/pretty-ugly.html' title='PRETTY UGLY ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdZumb6gb4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/2pRp5SakFOA/s72-c/Crush+%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-187692841948637859</id><published>2007-02-15T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T06:54:13.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reproduction of flower'/><title type='text'>THINK TANK ;</title><content type='html'>I spotted so many careless mistakes on&lt;br /&gt;my A math paper!&lt;br /&gt;disappointing or not you tell me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be so&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fun Ffffun &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what with all the sing-song celebrations,&lt;br /&gt;the lunch out after that &amp;&amp;amp;&amp; shopping&lt;br /&gt;OhMyGod, like shopping, finally&lt;br /&gt;i have decided not to bring anything to&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Watch me breeze into class carrying&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, Mitch &amp; I, totally owned Chemistry lesson&lt;br /&gt;in the lab today. Guess guess why&lt;br /&gt;cos we washed our burette the conventional way&lt;br /&gt;well, at least according to mitch it was&lt;br /&gt;Ha! And i think ours was the fastest yet cleanest&lt;br /&gt;but we made the floor wet!&lt;br /&gt;And our experiment yesterday was&lt;br /&gt;the fastest to the maxy maxie mum&lt;br /&gt;"Faster ffffassster, chemists are fast!"&lt;br /&gt;Ahahha, so fun, i love practicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose Tessa gave me is flopping all over&lt;br /&gt;the petals are like, spreading&lt;br /&gt;and all this while i've been trying to&lt;br /&gt;put the stigma and the anther together&lt;br /&gt;to get them to mate! but it doesn't seem to work leh&lt;br /&gt;Tess must have given me a stubborn flower ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifteenth febuary was damn long&lt;br /&gt;and for the first time in God knows how long&lt;br /&gt;i actually felt really sleepy in class&lt;br /&gt;Damns, stupid Chinese remedial takes up&lt;br /&gt;my free-time, and thainoodlehouse has to be closed&lt;br /&gt;for this holiday, double-damns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再见&lt;br /&gt;您的名字是什么&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, zheeeen xiao ling &amp; suuuu xue ke&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud of myself for completing&lt;br /&gt;my chinese worksheets in 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;and writing such short answers for comprehension,&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure it's screwd&lt;br /&gt;but ohwells, her answer scheme pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;it's freaking short, so i write freaking short this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday &lt;u&gt;Mila&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thanks for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past year(s) and this&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever forget you&lt;br /&gt;Iloveyou Mila Mei-La! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-187692841948637859?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/187692841948637859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=187692841948637859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/187692841948637859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/187692841948637859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/02/think-tank.html' title='THINK TANK ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-5004231686961505429</id><published>2007-02-14T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:53:29.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tests'/><title type='text'>FIRST KISS ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdMFtL6gb3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/CSbHJEPPwvo/s1600-h/Face+Mask+%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031371482553413490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdMFtL6gb3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/CSbHJEPPwvo/s320/Face+Mask+%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i keep my gum in a box so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that it breathes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm pretty sure it's still alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Valentine's day today , and i spent it in school&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, i know.&lt;br /&gt;Bad climax, or rather, none at all&lt;br /&gt;but what to do, i had no choice but to stay back&lt;br /&gt;untillll six okay cos i got my daddy to pick me up&lt;br /&gt;since he was on leave and might as well lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankkkks everyone for the gifts&lt;br /&gt;and the roses, although dead, but ah&lt;br /&gt;why does everyone associate me with _____&lt;br /&gt;stupid Stupid dumbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry test was highly retarded only&lt;br /&gt;because i totally forgot to bring my calculator,&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't bring myself to ask that&lt;br /&gt;fatso old moley guy&lt;br /&gt;so i just tolerated it and did manual calculation instead&lt;br /&gt;Pro okay! but i forgot how to subtract manually&lt;br /&gt;and then i started to panic like Shiiiit, cancel where again ?!&lt;br /&gt;Biology was pretty much full of drawing&lt;br /&gt;where i forgot that cucumbers have vascular tissues ):&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, how bad can it get, seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking, is anyone going to do their nails &amp; hair ?&lt;br /&gt;cos even if Haley says she is,&lt;br /&gt;i still can't trust her&lt;br /&gt;like hell, her building is there without basic foundation&lt;br /&gt;she's a person who'll say say say already ah&lt;br /&gt;then back down&lt;br /&gt;too unreliable, better find someone(s) else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemisty Peer-tutoring sessions are hot only&lt;br /&gt;because we get to do fellowship!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: Would you choose someone who loves you,&lt;br /&gt;              or someone whom you love?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: Of course someone I love la, where got the other one,&lt;br /&gt;                 so wierd!&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: Haha!, Amanda's always logical&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: Amanda loves logic, that's why she takes amath&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: Tess! Where did that come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious or not you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm trying to wash off the pain &amp;amp; confusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so I see it was all a facade on your part.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, how tragic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-5004231686961505429?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/5004231686961505429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=5004231686961505429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/5004231686961505429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/5004231686961505429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-kiss.html' title='FIRST KISS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdMFtL6gb3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/CSbHJEPPwvo/s72-c/Face+Mask+%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-5960376279235792526</id><published>2007-02-12T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:53:30.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>CHERYL'S NAGGING ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdBDuL6gb2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/B9LK7siJZHY/s1600-h/Nerd+Cool+drawings+%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030595244524072802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdBDuL6gb2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/B9LK7siJZHY/s320/Nerd+Cool+drawings+%3B.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whoooo areeee youuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdBCrb6gb0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9OBZDy_ssRc/s1600-h/OXY+and+I+%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030594097767804738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdBCrb6gb0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9OBZDy_ssRc/s320/OXY+and+I+%3B.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OXY &amp; I ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdBCrr6gb1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/IRrp5g_qX_Q/s1600-h/Me+Val+Mitch+%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030594102062772050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdBCrr6gb1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/IRrp5g_qX_Q/s320/Me+Val+Mitch+%3B.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loook there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdBBvr6gbyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/D6bkq2zjkOA/s1600-h/Fangjie+and+I+%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030593071270620962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdBBvr6gbyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/D6bkq2zjkOA/s320/Fangjie+and+I+%3B.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Say Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030593075565588274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="147" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdBBv76gbzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SKHmTI6zFks/s320/Guiiiides+%3B.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;Debby Duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdBA7b6gbwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tHSkzC55KGc/s1600-h/Cheryl+and+I+in+the+cubicle+%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030592173622456066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="169" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdBA7b6gbwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tHSkzC55KGc/s320/Cheryl+and+I+in+the+cubicle+%3B.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smelly Cubicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdBA7r6gbxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PB3IC88yW00/s1600-h/Daohui+Cheryl+Me+%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030592177917423378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdBA7r6gbxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PB3IC88yW00/s320/Daohui+Cheryl+Me+%3B.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daohui Cheryl &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-5960376279235792526?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/5960376279235792526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=5960376279235792526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/5960376279235792526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/5960376279235792526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/02/cheryls-nagging.html' title='CHERYL&apos;S NAGGING ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdBDuL6gb2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/B9LK7siJZHY/s72-c/Nerd+Cool+drawings+%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-1165321628017562347</id><published>2007-02-12T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:53:31.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>KNOW WHY ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdA8v76gbvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/B7bejrKs1k0/s1600-h/Pinky+nails+%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030587578007449330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="138" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdA8v76gbvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/B7bejrKs1k0/s320/Pinky+nails+%3B.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm yelling &lt;u&gt;bitch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and no one hears me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it really feels damn frustrating&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts deep inside&lt;br /&gt;(although i do hate to acknowledge that)&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; does somethings to you that you don't like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i took the bus to school today&lt;br /&gt;for about the third time in my entire life i swear&lt;br /&gt;and i was counting stops till i reached school&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, how totally boring&lt;br /&gt;but i thought i saw a &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; on the bus&lt;br /&gt;I'm hating Cheryl's camera right now cos&lt;br /&gt;it's screwing up big time!&lt;br /&gt;or rather, her computerrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of this year,&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself i have to study hard and not&lt;br /&gt;go playing around after school and during school time&lt;br /&gt;But i end up doing the opposite&lt;br /&gt;and it really isn't my fault that i have to talk in class&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, it isn't my fault either that my friends&lt;br /&gt;want to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayna really shifted out of class&lt;br /&gt;though i tried, without much success, to drag her back&lt;br /&gt;And Ms. Lee had to totally corner me with her&lt;br /&gt;stupid sttttupid questions that i made up&lt;br /&gt;answers for&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, just cos you have no date doesn't&lt;br /&gt;mean you have to take up my Valentine's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves the corn snack that i brought to school&lt;br /&gt;and it isn't pop-corn please&lt;br /&gt;so everyone has been kop-ing my Toblerone too&lt;br /&gt;Tobllllerone Rebecca, it's Toblerone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty-five minutes to Math tuition,&lt;br /&gt;Three hours fifteen minutes to freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wasn't supposed to react that way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-1165321628017562347?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/1165321628017562347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=1165321628017562347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/1165321628017562347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/1165321628017562347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/02/know-why.html' title='KNOW WHY ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RdA8v76gbvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/B7bejrKs1k0/s72-c/Pinky+nails+%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-3455694173665891332</id><published>2007-02-09T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:53:31.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Randomness'/><title type='text'>BLACK SHEEPS ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcyA3b6gbuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wxAYmj0xnkg/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029536573740314338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcyA3b6gbuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wxAYmj0xnkg/s320/School+Life+%3B+001.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate mosquito bites, damn itchy okay&lt;br /&gt;I think i've got many of them ):&lt;br /&gt;I hope it goes away before Chinese New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad i failed A/math, but i'm kinda happy in a sad way too&lt;br /&gt;Haha, because i didn't get a single digit mark like i expected&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's is coming,&lt;br /&gt;what shall i make ?&lt;br /&gt;what shall i make.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, no time la, stupid people pushed the stupid tests&lt;br /&gt;on us during the first three days of the week&lt;br /&gt;So, where got time to make like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayna is so bad, i don't like Rayna for cheating me of my feelings ):&lt;br /&gt;she's totally going to transfer to another class laaaa ,&lt;br /&gt;and no more singing songs in class anymore&lt;br /&gt;Ha! We got everyone to join in for&lt;br /&gt;"This is the day.. "&lt;br /&gt;Now, we can't anymore ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa totally got my high on Mal-teasers,&lt;br /&gt;so i brought this huge pack of Mal-teasers,&lt;br /&gt;ordered in hokkien mee &amp; started feasting, with Marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;during Chinese remedial&lt;br /&gt;Mal-teasers are so good, So good!&lt;br /&gt;i shall go get more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhMyGod, day out shopping next friday&lt;br /&gt;quick quickkkk come (:&lt;br /&gt;they made us sit in for the receiving your&lt;br /&gt;O-level results today,&lt;br /&gt;and we saw so many people crying ):&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to leave that hall saying&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go eat in town till the next day"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sccccreeeeaaaam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll right all my wrongs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-3455694173665891332?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/3455694173665891332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=3455694173665891332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/3455694173665891332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/3455694173665891332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/02/black-sheeps.html' title='BLACK SHEEPS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcyA3b6gbuI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wxAYmj0xnkg/s72-c/School+Life+%3B+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-6373498798162605748</id><published>2007-02-03T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:53:39.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>SCHOOL LIFE ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcnkDqNBOkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/huQB6Uv3eq8/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028801210455505474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcnkDqNBOkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/huQB6Uv3eq8/s320/School+Life+%3B+056.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the Dude &amp; the Dudetteee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcnjG6NBOiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/V1rfRQqBl0o/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028800166778452514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcnjG6NBOiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/V1rfRQqBl0o/s320/School+Life+%3B+054.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcnjHaNBOjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/N2odfvDqjt0/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028800175368387122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcnjHaNBOjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/N2odfvDqjt0/s320/School+Life+%3B+055.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life is, a garden of Eden in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWU0gX_rGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/y8vK3cWs4Mg/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027588188793711714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWU0gX_rGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/y8vK3cWs4Mg/s320/School+Life+%3B+052.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time to go Hoooome! Or out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWU1AX_rHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lS8Lpw1Yqs8/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027588197383646322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWU1AX_rHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/lS8Lpw1Yqs8/s320/School+Life+%3B+053.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she has many many in one box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWSNAX_rEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZarcLvDs97M/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027585311165623362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWSNAX_rEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZarcLvDs97M/s320/School+Life+%3B+050.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Susie &amp; her chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWSNQX_rFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XNIeeryMcwU/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027585315460590674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWSNQX_rFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XNIeeryMcwU/s320/School+Life+%3B+051.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWQ1QX_rCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/INsF1Br7uis/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027583803632102434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWQ1QX_rCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/INsF1Br7uis/s320/School+Life+%3B+047.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWQ1gX_rDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QD8z7yaPSz4/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027583807927069746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWQ1gX_rDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QD8z7yaPSz4/s320/School+Life+%3B+048.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWNSQX_rBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aRy7i5xOm-s/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027579903801797650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWNSQX_rBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aRy7i5xOm-s/s320/School+Life+%3B+046.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWMKAX_q_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/xma0HsvpCVY/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027578662556249074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWMKAX_q_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/xma0HsvpCVY/s320/School+Life+%3B+044.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWMKQX_rAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/iom3qFP-wko/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027578666851216386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWMKQX_rAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/iom3qFP-wko/s320/School+Life+%3B+045.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That makes the whole class not paying attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWJ7gX_q9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/rAPo3nG2bIU/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027576214424890322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWJ7gX_q9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/rAPo3nG2bIU/s320/School+Life+%3B+042.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i told you it was Chemistry , &amp; i caught tessa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Red-handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWJ8AX_q-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5EoX9chyTrU/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027576223014824930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWJ8AX_q-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5EoX9chyTrU/s320/School+Life+%3B+043.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ooh tilt your head somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWH3AX_q7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/L-CoNBfXQok/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027573938092223410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWH3AX_q7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/L-CoNBfXQok/s320/School+Life+%3B+040.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWH3QX_q8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/YLXUKuUXVpo/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027573942387190722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWH3QX_q8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/YLXUKuUXVpo/s320/School+Life+%3B+041.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ew Ew's Bag, there goes the police siren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWGUgX_q5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nhBf__5cyAg/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027572245875108754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWGUgX_q5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nhBf__5cyAg/s320/School+Life+%3B+037.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; case of kids not paying attention during Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWGUwX_q6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/38Be_kyAWg4/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027572250170076066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWGUwX_q6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/38Be_kyAWg4/s320/School+Life+%3B+039.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWEqQX_q3I/AAAAAAAAADs/iGfmQZu0pC8/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027570420514007922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWEqQX_q3I/AAAAAAAAADs/iGfmQZu0pC8/s320/School+Life+%3B+035.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tess, Tess, Tessa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWErAX_q4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/6MnmZxGyzXo/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027570433398909826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWErAX_q4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/6MnmZxGyzXo/s320/School+Life+%3B+036.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pest Buster (Mitch) with her bug (Haley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWB2wX_q1I/AAAAAAAAADc/EIwfIatPYL0/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027567336727489362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWB2wX_q1I/AAAAAAAAADc/EIwfIatPYL0/s320/School+Life+%3B+033.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heart-shaped pies !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWB3AX_q2I/AAAAAAAAADk/zgNhXbT9h3A/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027567341022456674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcWB3AX_q2I/AAAAAAAAADk/zgNhXbT9h3A/s320/School+Life+%3B+034.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I must say, it's so unglam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but anyhow, someone caught it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV_YAX_qzI/AAAAAAAAADM/gNELnHrQuEI/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027564609423256370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV_YAX_qzI/AAAAAAAAADM/gNELnHrQuEI/s320/School+Life+%3B+032.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV_YQX_q0I/AAAAAAAAADU/gkmEo_igkkw/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027564613718223682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV_YQX_q0I/AAAAAAAAADU/gkmEo_igkkw/s320/School+Life+%3B+030.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV9TAX_qxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dDBBzjHs4Eo/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bendy Pencil &amp; Eraser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV9TgX_qyI/AAAAAAAAADE/dQ4bD1ljeEI/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027562333090589474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV9TgX_qyI/AAAAAAAAADE/dQ4bD1ljeEI/s320/School+Life+%3B+028.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Recess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV79QX_qvI/AAAAAAAAACs/Z9JqAKYdQ0w/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027560851326872306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV79QX_qvI/AAAAAAAAACs/Z9JqAKYdQ0w/s320/School+Life+%3B+025.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahaha, Inggrid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV79gX_qwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HiYxXBdSfhs/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027560855621839618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV79gX_qwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HiYxXBdSfhs/s320/School+Life+%3B+026.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel &amp; Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV6jAX_qtI/AAAAAAAAACc/hWMFSwFQUEw/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027559300843678418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV6jAX_qtI/AAAAAAAAACc/hWMFSwFQUEw/s320/School+Life+%3B+022.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV6jQX_quI/AAAAAAAAACk/9d_Fkim6AeA/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027559305138645730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV6jQX_quI/AAAAAAAAACk/9d_Fkim6AeA/s320/School+Life+%3B+024.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heads down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV5GgX_qrI/AAAAAAAAACM/gtPqOsPazvU/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027557711705778866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV5GgX_qrI/AAAAAAAAACM/gtPqOsPazvU/s320/School+Life+%3B+020.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the fish pond ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV5GwX_qsI/AAAAAAAAACU/9X1qGaFcbCo/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027557716000746178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV5GwX_qsI/AAAAAAAAACU/9X1qGaFcbCo/s320/School+Life+%3B+021.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our spasticity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV2wQX_qpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Fx70thMCX_s/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027555130430433938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV2wQX_qpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Fx70thMCX_s/s320/School+Life+%3B+018.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV2wgX_qqI/AAAAAAAAACE/AsYLQfvV8QY/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027555134725401250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcV2wgX_qqI/AAAAAAAAACE/AsYLQfvV8QY/s320/School+Life+%3B+019.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone's busy doing their zuo wens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I'm freeee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVzmAX_qnI/AAAAAAAAABs/PvrwW-nZDv0/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027551655801891442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVzmAX_qnI/AAAAAAAAABs/PvrwW-nZDv0/s320/School+Life+%3B+015.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, now she has it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVzmQX_qoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qX1zNENf3pY/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027551660096858754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVzmQX_qoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qX1zNENf3pY/s320/School+Life+%3B+016.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pack up &amp; off for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVx2wX_qlI/AAAAAAAAABc/-ZYuLtEHZdM/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027549744541444690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVx2wX_qlI/AAAAAAAAABc/-ZYuLtEHZdM/s320/School+Life+%3B+013.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicollllle &amp; Me &amp;amp; Rayna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVx3AX_qmI/AAAAAAAAABk/2bGiCZrC8vM/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027549748836412002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVx3AX_qmI/AAAAAAAAABk/2bGiCZrC8vM/s320/School+Life+%3B+014.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stole the Virgin's garland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Breakkkk time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVwWAX_qkI/AAAAAAAAABU/8-9NcdCFy48/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027548082389101122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="174" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVwWAX_qkI/AAAAAAAAABU/8-9NcdCFy48/s320/School+Life+%3B+012.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's Michelle asking Mrs. Pallai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVuTwX_qhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Qj2CJJPuEe0/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027545844711139858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVuTwX_qhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Qj2CJJPuEe0/s320/School+Life+%3B+009.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry, i was telling Cheryl to hurry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello Vally Wally Felly Smelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVuUQX_qiI/AAAAAAAAABE/KpeC47E-KdM/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027545853301074466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVuUQX_qiI/AAAAAAAAABE/KpeC47E-KdM/s320/School+Life+%3B+010.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had no idea it was this formal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVrAQX_qfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AUWyEF7Xl_s/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027542211168807410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVrAQX_qfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AUWyEF7Xl_s/s320/School+Life+%3B+005.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shy shy Rayna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVrAgX_qgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9pkE_tsng_U/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027542215463774722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVrAgX_qgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9pkE_tsng_U/s320/School+Life+%3B+007.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what you call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crazy Poses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVqAgX_qeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ovmzAZy-zHE/s1600-h/School+Life+%3B+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027541115952146914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcVqAgX_qeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ovmzAZy-zHE/s320/School+Life+%3B+004.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-6373498798162605748?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/6373498798162605748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=6373498798162605748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/6373498798162605748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/6373498798162605748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/02/school-life.html' title='SCHOOL LIFE ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcnkDqNBOkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/huQB6Uv3eq8/s72-c/School+Life+%3B+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-7689455421715886738</id><published>2007-02-03T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:53:39.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costumes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>SHOW &amp; TELL ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcUy9wX_qdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PqFLk0vLsoI/s1600-h/Pink+Mask+%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027480595567978962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcUy9wX_qdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PqFLk0vLsoI/s320/Pink+Mask+%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;on a one way ticket &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to hell and back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea Rebecca could be quite so bitchy&lt;br /&gt;We were just talking about ..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone overheard our enigmatic conversation&lt;br /&gt;peppered with laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Soh complained that I eavesdropped on her conversations,&lt;br /&gt;but do I ?&lt;br /&gt;It's more a case of them talking too loudly,&lt;br /&gt;pffft/ i don't like Joyce too, ha&lt;br /&gt;Hello Nicholas! My ulcer hurts, ulcer hurts ):&lt;br /&gt;Quick quick break up, don't wait anymore&lt;br /&gt;you'd better listen to me this time, although&lt;br /&gt;i know it's supposed to be the other way round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's long due &lt;u&gt;ice-cream&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed by sushi, then Ouuutttt&lt;br /&gt;I know, Chinese New Year is in two weeks&lt;br /&gt;but that means two weeks more of tests too ):&lt;br /&gt;Let's all wear (saries) for Racial Harmony okkkkay&lt;br /&gt;I so badly want to wear a damn costume&lt;br /&gt;who's going for Prom Night ?&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea if i want to go just yet&lt;br /&gt;but they're all already planning,&lt;br /&gt;Presidential Suite, squeeze people, party parttttyyy&lt;br /&gt;Make-up make-up, &amp; all the gossips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it our chocolate day again tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;I need to check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you tried so hard to salvage us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just sorry I was too ignorant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-7689455421715886738?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/7689455421715886738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=7689455421715886738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/7689455421715886738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/7689455421715886738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/02/show-tell.html' title='SHOW &amp; TELL ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcUy9wX_qdI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PqFLk0vLsoI/s72-c/Pink+Mask+%3B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-2690538908584545044</id><published>2007-02-02T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:53:39.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prison Break'/><title type='text'>SNICHETS ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcNFPQX_qcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sTr0YZKjqU4/s1600-h/Prison+Break+,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026937737471568322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcNFPQX_qcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sTr0YZKjqU4/s320/Prison+Break+,.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahaha, someone bring me to Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;or buy him for me , whatever&lt;br /&gt;I'm very flexible as it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i get &lt;u&gt;high&lt;/u&gt; on curry , yes!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; apparently i'm sitting next to a haley whom mitch&lt;br /&gt;says needs bug-spray&lt;br /&gt;we're having so much fun in class capturing this &amp;amp; that&lt;br /&gt;and when i have the time, i'll do it all up here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, i have to say that i am very very depressed&lt;br /&gt;cos the stupid A/math paper was so bloody difficult,&lt;br /&gt;i only knew how to do Q1a and the graph question&lt;br /&gt;it was damn pathetic la,&lt;br /&gt;i got stuck at proves, shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhMyGod, more of Prison Break is ouuuuttt&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe Jamie's still as Season one&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, she needs a huge push i'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;less tests next week, less seeing the form teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy discipline rules,&lt;br /&gt;Crazy too free certain members of the public&lt;br /&gt;who are so damn virteous, they've never&lt;br /&gt;jumped a queue before&lt;br /&gt;Oh , Wow.&lt;br /&gt;they deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go for something today cos many someones&lt;br /&gt;didn't go too, hahahha&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Ing, i mean Virgin,&lt;br /&gt;i pangseh-ed you the other day, &amp; Oxy too&lt;br /&gt;Dodo is being disobedient, it doesn't want to take&lt;br /&gt;walks in the garden every morning ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to change geog teacher,&lt;br /&gt;if not cannot go late for classes, and go run off&lt;br /&gt;to buy chicken anymore&lt;br /&gt;not that i care about the chicken part,&lt;br /&gt;i'm never going to eat that Ever again&lt;br /&gt;they gave me a &lt;u&gt;bloody&lt;/u&gt; chicken laaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim's s funny, she calls her teachers fart-face&lt;br /&gt;and uhm, more sushi munching &amp;amp; bacon stickkkks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-2690538908584545044?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/2690538908584545044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=2690538908584545044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/2690538908584545044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/2690538908584545044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/02/snichets.html' title='SNICHETS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SCeWtOJO4uc/RcNFPQX_qcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sTr0YZKjqU4/s72-c/Prison+Break+,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116996705951139231</id><published>2007-01-27T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T22:50:59.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SING A SONG ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Prison Break is so hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Prison Break is so &lt;u&gt;hot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, i've just finished watching the entire&lt;br /&gt;second season of Prison Break &amp; it's good-good-good!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should catch it la&lt;br /&gt;i think the plot's damn good &amp;amp; Michael is so sweeeettt&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha , okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis later if the weather permits,&lt;br /&gt;then off for a wedding dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was just wondering about how certain&lt;br /&gt;people tend to manipulate events just to suit their&lt;br /&gt;purposes or desires&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it's just disgusting&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when other people are taken advantage of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;although it was meant for long time ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116996705951139231?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116996705951139231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116996705951139231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116996705951139231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116996705951139231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/01/sing-song.html' title='SING A SONG ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116964749444682137</id><published>2007-01-24T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T06:04:54.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOPPET ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I was highly amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Mrs. Raj on our writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s English lesson was spent talking&lt;br /&gt;About school rules.&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked if we wanted a session with&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Anthony, and all of us we like “Noooo!”&lt;br /&gt;He’s so not friendly, whatever prompted her to say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh,&lt;br /&gt;They’re piling tests on top of tests on us&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got 5 tests next week&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the awful trip back to school&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday for extra history lesson&lt;br /&gt;Nobody’s looking forward to that ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the homework,&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for all the sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mila&lt;/u&gt;, welcome to the front&lt;br /&gt;you’ve got us for company&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116964749444682137?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116964749444682137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116964749444682137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116964749444682137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116964749444682137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/01/moppet.html' title='MOPPET ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116938467959881043</id><published>2007-01-21T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T05:04:39.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEET/CHEAT -TOS ;</title><content type='html'>Damns-its,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fion&lt;/u&gt; is so adorable&lt;br /&gt;she's giving me nail-polish tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm on this rush rush to remove&lt;br /&gt;the bimbotic pink on my toes&lt;br /&gt;Gah, bye bye effort ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison Break is so &lt;strong&gt;hot hot hot&lt;/strong&gt; i swear,&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to get more of it !&lt;br /&gt;look at Wentworth Miller, he's oozing&lt;br /&gt;charisma &amp; sex appeal&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha, okay. But i do pay attention to the&lt;br /&gt;show, and i love the plot&lt;br /&gt;An Oscar for the director please&lt;br /&gt;I wish they test this for O-Levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;u&gt;Dodo&lt;/u&gt; pang-seh/ed my today la&lt;br /&gt;like totally okay, so i went for tennis alone&lt;br /&gt;and i know, i'm soft ahaha&lt;br /&gt;Stupid rain's being a stubborn bitch&lt;br /&gt;but i want the Garden of Eden dry&lt;br /&gt;hear that rain, i want to sit there under&lt;br /&gt;the what-ever tree and enjoy the breeze&lt;br /&gt;you don't screw things up for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair that &lt;u&gt;Valerie&lt;/u&gt; gets to&lt;br /&gt;spend time with cute company but i don't ):&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, &lt;u&gt;caden&lt;/u&gt;/candence or caden is here&lt;br /&gt;My nearest available company is &lt;u&gt;Danny&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he bullies me!&lt;br /&gt;I shall thus continue with this severe case of the small&lt;br /&gt;bullying the big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Haley&lt;/u&gt; bullies me la!&lt;br /&gt;I shall have to implement certain drastic measure&lt;br /&gt;like wearing armour to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composition writing test tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;where's inspiration ?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116938467959881043?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116938467959881043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116938467959881043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116938467959881043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116938467959881043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/01/cheetcheat-tos.html' title='CHEET/CHEAT -TOS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116936072781420613</id><published>2007-01-20T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T22:25:27.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POOR TOLLS ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/506579/200415983-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/528472/200415983-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm going to bring cammie along with me&lt;br /&gt;to school this Friday,&lt;br /&gt;so no one is allowed to be absent&lt;br /&gt;You hear me! Especially the likes of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Valerie&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Rayna&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, Mr Anthony is like a time bomb&lt;br /&gt;gone terribly wrong&lt;br /&gt;it's as if it's 00:01 and OhNo! it's going to blow&lt;br /&gt;then it resets itself and starts counting upwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha, Anyway i'm so happy now&lt;br /&gt;cos i finally forced &lt;u&gt;Mitch the Bitch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to eat McDonalds and she blames me thereafter&lt;br /&gt;for breaking her seven-month record ):&lt;br /&gt;BlahBlahBlackSheep.&lt;br /&gt;this was not before we "camped out"&lt;br /&gt;in the school hall trying our damn best to sit&lt;br /&gt;really properly cos Pervert Tan was there,&lt;br /&gt;and he was obviously the highlight of our conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be cheerleaders for the Mr. Lim Ha-Ha sqaud&lt;br /&gt;already, cos he's a really cutely retarded old man&lt;br /&gt;who loves push-ups&lt;br /&gt;MHMM, i get it now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like crowded buses,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like puddles everywhere&lt;br /&gt;how irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home last night smelling&lt;br /&gt;like dog fur, dog saliva, dog this, dog that&lt;br /&gt;in short, like dog.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the parttttyyyae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116936072781420613?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116936072781420613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116936072781420613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116936072781420613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116936072781420613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/01/poor-tolls.html' title='POOR TOLLS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116912433550801403</id><published>2007-01-18T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T04:45:35.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LAST STRAW ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(to view picture, click here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I turned around,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you looked at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I smiled at you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you gave one back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I don't particularly take to sitting next&lt;br /&gt;to crazy old men who reek of cigarette smoke&lt;br /&gt;and alcohol. What a disgusting concoction.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly became a passive somker for the&lt;br /&gt;last 15 minutes of the bus ride&lt;br /&gt;it was torturous i'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Loser Lily Lee is a complete fuck-face okay&lt;br /&gt;he deserves to die, and i mean it&lt;br /&gt;Like bury his face somewhere where&lt;br /&gt;the world won't notice it&lt;br /&gt;Bastardo! He keeps on calling on Mitch &amp; I,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; some teachers' sarcasm just rubs us the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;that's why we don't like sarcastic teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I totally got called up in front of the entire&lt;br /&gt;school for improper uniform blahbahblah&lt;br /&gt;so i've to make changes etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;I've got &lt;strong&gt;Borat&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prison Break&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Valerie&lt;/u&gt;, and scoop's nice only cos&lt;br /&gt;there's Hugh Jackman in it&lt;br /&gt;I love glam nail-polish, it's like&lt;br /&gt;natural pink and bimbotic pink, uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr. Loser Lily Lee had to change my place again&lt;br /&gt;third time already ah&lt;br /&gt;I think by the end of this year i'ld have sat next&lt;br /&gt;to every single person in class.&lt;br /&gt;Is that a record or is that a record?&lt;br /&gt;but what he doesn't know is that he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;like whereever he puts me, i'm still going to talk right&lt;br /&gt;and it so happens that this time,&lt;br /&gt;he decides &lt;strong&gt;Lo and Behold!&lt;/strong&gt; i shall place&lt;br /&gt;Amanda next to &lt;u&gt;Haley&lt;/u&gt;, which is where&lt;br /&gt;everybody is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA-DANG, i've to learn how to talk at&lt;br /&gt;0.000154645531 seconds per word&lt;br /&gt;the (in) thing now: making prank calls&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it totally gets me on high&lt;br /&gt;we did the voice recording thing, playback,&lt;br /&gt;called &lt;u&gt;Michelle&lt;/u&gt;, and she totally fell for it&lt;br /&gt;but we laughed so damn hard, we screwed it up&lt;br /&gt;cos we couldn't enter the thing in time ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer: Hello, is this Michelle?&lt;br /&gt;                    This is the general office calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to do &lt;u&gt;Hosanna&lt;/u&gt; &amp; &lt;u&gt;Madeline&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too but they were busy and didn't answer the calls&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and guess what&lt;br /&gt;someone's stealing all my stuff ;&lt;br /&gt;my yearbook, planner, chinese textbook, chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;Wahlao, please stop stealing already la&lt;br /&gt;i need to lug a safe to school or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid upcoming tests everyday ):&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho, i've got myself a new pet, Do-do!&lt;br /&gt;i even got a leash for (it), and i let&lt;br /&gt;everyone take turns to hold (it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for tomorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the day after tomorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the day day after tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed,  i get irritated easily&lt;br /&gt;which ain't really good,&lt;br /&gt;cos a puffer-fish makes no snapper-fish good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116912433550801403?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116912433550801403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116912433550801403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116912433550801403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116912433550801403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-straw.html' title='THE LAST STRAW ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116887278775634586</id><published>2007-01-15T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T06:53:07.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST LAST STRAW ;</title><content type='html'>What's the most vulgar word that's forbidden&lt;br /&gt;here in Singapore ?&lt;br /&gt;BOMB,&lt;br /&gt;yes bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i am &lt;u&gt;so not&lt;/u&gt; in high spirits today&lt;br /&gt;i shall officially declare, on the 15th of January&lt;br /&gt;at this time, this day, this place, aha aha aha&lt;br /&gt;that i have lost my plannnnner!&lt;br /&gt;FRRrreaAAAAK&lt;br /&gt;it's either lost/stolen,&lt;br /&gt;i would prefer to think the latter&lt;br /&gt;i'm still hoping, against hopes, that it's somewhere&lt;br /&gt;around in class, which then again seems highly&lt;br /&gt;impossible, considering that from where&lt;br /&gt;i'm seated, the only possible "places"&lt;br /&gt;would be the bin or the teacher's table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Of all things, why my planner ?!&lt;br /&gt;why can't it be my textbook/ something else,&lt;br /&gt;something less related to me ):&lt;br /&gt;All my notes are in there!&lt;br /&gt;The Dates!&lt;br /&gt;The Notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha, whatthehell, but i'm starting&lt;br /&gt;to sound like a spoilt brat who didn't get his&lt;br /&gt;daily dose of candies&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking i'm not looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;sec four school life,&lt;br /&gt;it's such a bore&lt;br /&gt;everyday it's a repetition,&lt;br /&gt;School, Rules, Study.&lt;br /&gt;School, Rules, Study.&lt;br /&gt;Homework, Nag, Frowns.&lt;br /&gt;Homework, Nag, Frowns.&lt;br /&gt;And so on &amp; so forth, the list never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nee ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana Yori Dango is outtt&lt;br /&gt;i shall take time off my busy schedule to catch it&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'll be a neat girl tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;(Grins), then at 0735 sharp, it all comes down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're changing our school uniform next year&lt;br /&gt;to two piece, Eew, Ew, EEW.&lt;br /&gt;What are they thinking?&lt;br /&gt;put cucumber in milk ah&lt;br /&gt;i like this dress/frock/one piece&lt;br /&gt;i shan't accept the new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We skipped recess today &amp; had a heated bible discussion&lt;br /&gt;i mean really heated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Inggrid&lt;/u&gt; calls it propoganda, ha!&lt;br /&gt;I call it pure ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Ah, &lt;u&gt;Val&lt;/u&gt; thinks the order of creation is important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the &lt;strong&gt;Birds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the &lt;strong&gt;Don't-know-what&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hosanna&lt;/u&gt; &amp; I have a new favourite&lt;br /&gt;nursery rhyme, B(L)AH B(L)AH BLACK SHEEP&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;Mila&lt;/u&gt; &amp;amp; I can do the best&lt;br /&gt;Scissors, Paper, Stone everrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you and i , we're romantically linked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain the words in italics [2]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116887278775634586?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116887278775634586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116887278775634586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116887278775634586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116887278775634586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-last-straw.html' title='LAST LAST STRAW ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116878176096603518</id><published>2007-01-14T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T05:36:00.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Early tomorrow morning i'm going&lt;br /&gt;to run run run up those nasty flight&lt;br /&gt;of stairs to search for my planner.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes,&lt;br /&gt;it has to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm thinking of carrying this nice&lt;br /&gt;damndamndamndamndamn&lt;br /&gt;nice bag to school, but it's base&lt;br /&gt;is kinda big&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just says heck &amp; carry lah&lt;br /&gt;so Amanda'll carry (:&lt;br /&gt;Niax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want the same high i felt the other time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116878176096603518?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116878176096603518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116878176096603518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116878176096603518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116878176096603518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/01/early-tomorrow-morning-im-going-to-run.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116865387150291970</id><published>2007-01-12T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:44:09.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISH-PASH ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/20952/72802963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/727412/72802963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm so depressed ):&lt;br /&gt;i lost my planner okay, how am i expected to&lt;br /&gt;look for all my dates et cetra&lt;br /&gt;so i made my way to the General office on friday&lt;br /&gt;all the while trying to convice someone that it's a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms. &lt;/strong&gt;Chia, not a &lt;strong&gt;Mrs.&lt;/strong&gt; Chia&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i was righttt!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyway. it was so crowded, full of "sick" girls&lt;br /&gt;who were trying to cheat their way home&lt;br /&gt;i shall say i vommited the entire day to get my&lt;br /&gt;passport out of the school gates the next time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Plannnner,&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to whine &amp; whine &amp;amp; whine (English rule of three)&lt;br /&gt;till i get it backkkk.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone please, upholding integrity, pass it back to me ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the bitches should die&lt;br /&gt;they deserve to die! ):&lt;br /&gt;i don't like them, so &lt;u&gt;gross&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to fight then fight la, don't because there're&lt;br /&gt;people backing you up,&lt;br /&gt;you suddenly &lt;em&gt;pluck courage from thin air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; decide to open your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Eew, &lt;strong&gt;bad breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid bloody hippopopotamus who pao/tou-ed on us&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Ugly Bitches ,&lt;br /&gt;like do we look like we give a damn if you threaten us ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are people who issue empty threats&lt;br /&gt;but have no guts to carry them out called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Pathetic losers whose faces must have&lt;br /&gt;been so badly multilated, they decide that picking on&lt;br /&gt;others shall become their all time new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. If you ever lay a finger on us,&lt;br /&gt;or interfere in any sequence of events such that&lt;br /&gt;one hair is disturbed,&lt;br /&gt;i'll make sure i see you be grounded to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, you'll be chopped up into smitherins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shapeless pieces undefined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll scatter you as chomp to the pigs/&lt;br /&gt;Whatever remains that seem too disgusting even pigs&lt;br /&gt;don't eat, will be left for the sea to claim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye dorsels,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello &lt;u&gt;damsels in distress&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Kim Grace &amp; Grace and I were late for cca on friday&lt;br /&gt;thus we got a punctuality nag from Ms. Chan!&lt;br /&gt;now i owe her 2 hours and 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;how calculative ):&lt;br /&gt;BOHO, i don't like don't like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smelly perfume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116865387150291970?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116865387150291970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116865387150291970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116865387150291970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116865387150291970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/01/pish-pash.html' title='PISH-PASH ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116852347533906801</id><published>2007-01-11T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T05:51:15.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P &amp; C ت</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely no idea why i can't upload an image&lt;br /&gt;stupid thing probably conked up somewhere&lt;br /&gt;in the middle again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think my form teacher's such a prejudiced guy&lt;br /&gt;hey he is a shortie and he doesn't like tall people either&lt;br /&gt;tall being those taller than him, no specific height needed&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, he puts mitch and i in the front&lt;br /&gt;claiming that we communicate too much and this will&lt;br /&gt;affect our future (yeah right) assuming that we understand&lt;br /&gt;whatever his &lt;strong&gt;short breath is trying to expel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't don't don't like him !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so Ms. Ramlah totally came up to be whilst i took&lt;br /&gt;my height &amp; weight and started flopping my hair all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ramlah: (peers at me) you're Amanda right?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: (Shit, am i that recognisable ?!) er, yes&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Ramlah: look at your hair, it's so long, it can already be tied up&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: mhm (i have no idea what that is, something incoherent la)&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Ramlah: you want me to send you to the hairdresser?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: Butttt, No! I'll fix it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eew, the whole time i was thinking,&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, her eye liner is so disastrous&lt;br /&gt;it's way too thick it makes her look like she just&lt;br /&gt;got boxed up there&lt;br /&gt;Mascara's naughty patty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lao shi is being such a prick&lt;br /&gt;she just dumps four compos on us like a breeze&lt;br /&gt;and i hate the way she gives out worksheets,&lt;br /&gt;because she does seem to have this unique talent&lt;br /&gt;of flinging it onto your table in such a rude, uncaring manner&lt;br /&gt;Head of Department indeed&lt;br /&gt;but i don't really mind her, she isn't as bad after all&lt;br /&gt;hence now you see the students of 4/three cramming chinese&lt;br /&gt;homework instead, and studying for chinese tests&lt;br /&gt;how absurd ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Great, i really do not like fridays&lt;br /&gt;i know it's the end of the week and yadayahdayaaah&lt;br /&gt;but i've got to remain in school until 5&lt;br /&gt;what an awful &lt;u&gt;kill-joy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the downside: they don't end punctually ):&lt;br /&gt;Amanda's VERY BUSY!&lt;br /&gt;VERY.&lt;br /&gt;i have like tons of stuff left out there, waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;to complete&lt;br /&gt;Bahbahblacksheeeep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i realise that i'm sitting in front for&lt;br /&gt;almost all my classes&lt;br /&gt;! how devastating,&lt;br /&gt;haha na-ah it isn't that bad for most of them&lt;br /&gt;Mila came over today,&lt;br /&gt;we turned a study session into a pig-out session&lt;br /&gt;funny or not, maybe we just have to admit&lt;br /&gt;we can't sit down and study, not at this time of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inggrid on the English banding :&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to spend english lessons &lt;em&gt;seet&lt;/em&gt;-ing"&lt;br /&gt;Ahahha, Mrs Seet though nice, sounds like a parrot/mouse&lt;br /&gt;however you wish to define that shrill voice that&lt;br /&gt;grates on your ears&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, my &lt;u&gt;Santa Claus&lt;/u&gt; got picked&lt;br /&gt;on for counselling&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how she ta-haned all that counselling for half a day&lt;br /&gt;i'ld have probably gone "Okay Ok, shut up already"&lt;br /&gt;and cover my ears with my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ت we have to climb marvellous flights of staircase&lt;br /&gt;up to the sec one level for geog lessons&lt;br /&gt;which made me realise again how totally un-fit i am&lt;br /&gt;i don't like being reminded of that&lt;br /&gt;"You're un-fit, you're un-fit, you're unnn-fittt"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I know, yes i know, yes i know"&lt;br /&gt;Ben turning up unannouced outside school scares me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa &amp; I have thus come to this conclusion that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;history is bald&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha&lt;br /&gt;Tennis was so fun! T-E-N-N-I-S as hosanna spells it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116852347533906801?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116852347533906801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116852347533906801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116852347533906801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116852347533906801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/01/p-c.html' title='P &amp; C ت'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116815014183358665</id><published>2007-01-06T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:09:01.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRIP TEASE ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/936890/200332825-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/31712/200332825-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; bittere Rache&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;bitter revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i certainly am not going to be apologetic for not&lt;br /&gt;appreciating what people generally term&lt;br /&gt;as "the finer things"&lt;br /&gt;notice how most people tend to twist opinions&lt;br /&gt;into facts, because they either usually think they're&lt;br /&gt;so great &amp; world-wise or they're just plain dumb&lt;br /&gt;either way, we shall refer to these as huge pain in our asses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i still dislike it a lot when people spit&lt;br /&gt;especially in public that is&lt;br /&gt;note that the emphasis is on a lot&lt;br /&gt;it's like i'm outside taking a walk or moving&lt;br /&gt;my legs so i can get from one place to another&lt;br /&gt;and along comes this guy/woman (usually very badly dressed)&lt;br /&gt;with horrendous hair, and they spit&lt;br /&gt;hell, i actually see it slowly transfering from the inside of&lt;br /&gt;their mouth, to the ground/drain/grass patch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Ew.&lt;br /&gt;my sentiments exactly,&lt;br /&gt;everytime i hear this sound&lt;br /&gt;"kkarrr-puuui"&lt;br /&gt;i immediately go, okay there's spit somewhere&lt;br /&gt;so i'd better tread carefully&lt;br /&gt;then i might resort to walking on tip-toes&lt;br /&gt;an unsuccessful attempt to being a ballerina obviously&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i never hesitate to plaster this disgusted expression&lt;br /&gt;on my face for the guilty to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY,&lt;br /&gt;so the sound might not have been very correct&lt;br /&gt;but it's about there&lt;br /&gt;heh, kinda reminds me of a rythm&lt;br /&gt;like, Long, then short&lt;br /&gt;oh alright, i'm so damn proud of myself for getting&lt;br /&gt;a 70 for my piano examination&lt;br /&gt;it's not a piece of cake, where you just snap your fingers&lt;br /&gt;and you're done,&lt;br /&gt;i forgot who, but some people actually can't pass Grade 1&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, my sight-reading totally rocks&lt;br /&gt;i was practically fumbling the whole way and&lt;br /&gt;she passed me damn well (:&lt;br /&gt;Thank You darrrrling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three more excruciating hours to meeting Mila&lt;br /&gt;and heading off for tennis&lt;br /&gt;we're taking lessons together,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; hweepeng's joining after the O-levels&lt;br /&gt;this means that we can finally throw a tennis party!&lt;br /&gt;Eh Cheryl Soh, look out&lt;br /&gt;you're my first target ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOHO ,&lt;br /&gt;finishing up my homework's&lt;br /&gt;on today's agenda, sadly because&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Raj will make me fa zhan outside class&lt;br /&gt;if i don't turn in my assignments&lt;br /&gt;or my book doesn't show up&lt;br /&gt;i saw a few students from 4/1 doing that cos&lt;br /&gt;i took a sneak-peak before geog class&lt;br /&gt;which resulted in my being late for geog class&lt;br /&gt;which led to my sitting right in front and et cetera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney's New York; is the place to be&lt;br /&gt;but that will have to wait till end November&lt;br /&gt;cos school's being such a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not that naive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116815014183358665?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116815014183358665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116815014183358665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116815014183358665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116815014183358665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/01/strip-tease.html' title='STRIP TEASE ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116809203134960375</id><published>2007-01-06T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T06:00:31.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN RAIN GO AWAY ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/907208/200420030-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/335609/200420030-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerieeee, i want to make you write (rong yi)&lt;br /&gt;twenty times you poor dwarf, haha&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i want more 4 hours talks after school&lt;br /&gt;where did they go to ?!&lt;br /&gt;Shit, no more going out on eating/shopping sprees&lt;br /&gt;time to get your butt on the chair &amp; study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lee is unto me&lt;br /&gt;hahahha! i finally get to say that&lt;br /&gt;Look mitch, since you're my partner for almost&lt;br /&gt;all the classes, (they just had to do banding)&lt;br /&gt;we cannnnot sleep in geog class okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stock up on more gum&lt;br /&gt;the ones rayna gave me were so pretty&lt;br /&gt;but i still ate them anyway ):&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;i love love love them till my socks reach&lt;br /&gt;my neck,&lt;br /&gt;i have to mention the one yiwei gave me&lt;br /&gt;two antique drink bottles that are so damn rare&lt;br /&gt;i had trouble opening them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school so far has been pretty much alright&lt;br /&gt;not that much homework yet&lt;br /&gt;but our light's already blinking away&lt;br /&gt;cos all of us are just cramming holiday assignments&lt;br /&gt;sec four teachers are all &lt;u&gt;suckers for school rules&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i hate it that they have this "Get it Right" policy&lt;br /&gt;where you have to be properly properly attired&lt;br /&gt;before you step into the classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what is with the&lt;br /&gt;getting a hairdresser down to school to trim&lt;br /&gt;our hair since we're infringing on the rules ?!&lt;br /&gt;Like Ew.&lt;br /&gt;$5 ain't cheap &amp; good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, we still haven't had our &lt;strong&gt;meatball lunch&lt;/strong&gt; yet&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe you can survive on 315 calories of a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;subway sandwich &lt;/strong&gt;and still manage to lose 3kg in five days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more Ms. ChanLiYan to make fun of and to laugh at&lt;br /&gt;during math lesson&lt;br /&gt;she's the entertainment&lt;br /&gt;without her, i end up doing worksheets way ahead of time&lt;br /&gt;&amp; actually paying attention in class&lt;br /&gt;i wager we all regret complaining a bomb about Ms. Siti&lt;br /&gt;too, cos i really want her back instead of that val-lEE-ya-mai&lt;br /&gt;imposter, or look-a-like, smell-a-like whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're in for bubble trouble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116809203134960375?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116809203134960375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116809203134960375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116809203134960375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116809203134960375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/01/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='RAIN RAIN GO AWAY ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116783275668110699</id><published>2007-01-03T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T05:59:16.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURNED INSIDE OUT ;</title><content type='html'>I bet everyone's rushing chinese homework now&lt;br /&gt;cos the Chinese HOD had the luck to become&lt;br /&gt;our chinese teacher, so she's screaming now&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha, it is kind of difficult to get our class&lt;br /&gt;to hand in homework i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i must say, the first day of school&lt;br /&gt;was pretty normal laaaa&lt;br /&gt;nothing big, though the stupid school system&lt;br /&gt;is so damn screwed up,&lt;br /&gt;i'm hating the school rules so badly ):&lt;br /&gt;like whhhat, being able to book us for not&lt;br /&gt;doing homework ?!&lt;br /&gt;whoever thought of that must have been real bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rumours did prove to be true however,&lt;br /&gt;considering that Mr. Lee is our form teacher&lt;br /&gt;i guess he's rather nice when he's not in his&lt;br /&gt;i'm-pissed-and-yelling mood&lt;br /&gt;so it's alright (for now)&lt;br /&gt;note : for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went in early as promised&lt;br /&gt;and found that we did manage to get the back seats&lt;br /&gt;but in a wierd arrangement&lt;br /&gt;thus we used our superb creative skills&lt;br /&gt;to manipulate it such that&lt;br /&gt;we shifted some of the front row chairs to the back&lt;br /&gt;leaving a huge gaping gap in front of the teacher's table&lt;br /&gt;which resulted in him commenting&lt;br /&gt;"why is there a ___ river in front of my table"&lt;br /&gt;Ah, silly guy who looks like a small kid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116783275668110699?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116783275668110699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116783275668110699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116783275668110699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116783275668110699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/01/turned-inside-out.html' title='TURNED INSIDE OUT ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116765578259678002</id><published>2007-01-01T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T04:49:42.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL-BIRDS ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/109191/biscuitsss%20%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/434428/biscuitsss%20%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;das Platzen&lt;/strong&gt;/das Plat'zen&lt;br /&gt;bursting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was woken up at &lt;u&gt;unearthly hours&lt;/u&gt; on&lt;br /&gt;New Year's eve to go for mass&lt;br /&gt;like ?! thankfully i wasn't the only (kid) there&lt;br /&gt;okay, so not kid. Youth would be more appropriate&lt;br /&gt;that aside, i spent a part of my afternoon&lt;br /&gt;reading The Tales of Pooh bear &amp; friends&lt;br /&gt;now, don't think "What, why would Amanda do that"&lt;br /&gt;Amanda has decided to give the usual a break&lt;br /&gt;and try other books instead&lt;br /&gt;by the usual, i mean, well, the usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to head down to who knows where&lt;br /&gt;to party but in the end i felt so damn lazy&lt;br /&gt;i scratched that plan&lt;br /&gt;ha, imagine all that travelling i'ld have to do&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; public transport stops at midnight ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended a wedding ceremony in some church&lt;br /&gt;Evangelical church or something or that sort&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i must say this,&lt;br /&gt;the wedding ceremony or whatever they call it&lt;br /&gt;was so damn boring i actually slept through&lt;br /&gt;most of it&lt;br /&gt;haha no Father Richards to stare daggers at me&lt;br /&gt;so i slept away&lt;br /&gt;hell, that church didn't even have an altar&lt;br /&gt;coming to think of it, i'm not sure they should&lt;br /&gt;call it a "church" in the first place&lt;br /&gt;bah Bah black sheeeep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was So-so,&lt;br /&gt;i managed to grab some sushies that i spotted&lt;br /&gt;from like metres away&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, but some chocolate tart totally&lt;br /&gt;spoilt my taste-buds for some seconds&lt;br /&gt;they just went TZtsztzt -- OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the groom bytheway, was such a turn-off i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;when it was time for the customary&lt;br /&gt;"And the groom may now kiss the bride",&lt;br /&gt;he just &lt;strong&gt;pecked&lt;/strong&gt; her on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;PECKED mind you, the keyword is PECKED&lt;br /&gt;i was there sitting in my seat&lt;br /&gt;thinking, uh-oh, this is bad, so bad&lt;br /&gt;what the hell were you thinking groom ?!&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe he was just shy&lt;br /&gt;that's not an excuse groom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto something different,&lt;br /&gt;i think Singaporeans are a bunch of ( )&lt;br /&gt;fill in the brackets with whatever word/words&lt;br /&gt;you think suits them best&lt;br /&gt;when a particular food-centre tells them&lt;br /&gt;to clear their own trays &amp; tables&lt;br /&gt;they very conveniently ignore that sign&lt;br /&gt;and leave their tables full of their unsightly&lt;br /&gt;crumbs and whatevernots&lt;br /&gt;it's disgusting, i mean, they're obviously&lt;br /&gt;taking advantage and abusing the fact&lt;br /&gt;that cleaners are provided by the food-centre&lt;br /&gt;so they have this thinking that Oh!, since they're cleaners&lt;br /&gt;they're supposed to clean after me&lt;br /&gt;key word being supposed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's bull-bull-bull-shit&lt;br /&gt;it's highly disgusting, and absurd&lt;br /&gt;if they are so reliant on others to clean up after them,&lt;br /&gt;why don't they just hire domestic workers or something&lt;br /&gt;and it ain't my fault if you don't have the finances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm catching a wiff of some sweet aroma that smells&lt;br /&gt;very like popcorn ,&lt;br /&gt;Haha,&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for diffusion (the good kind)&lt;br /&gt;okay, tata, i shall go check out that scent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116765578259678002?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116765578259678002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116765578259678002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116765578259678002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116765578259678002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hell-birds.html' title='HELL-BIRDS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116745093364664974</id><published>2006-12-29T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:54:24.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO MY BODY ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/640286/71665096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/689342/71665096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Polterabend/&lt;/strong&gt;pol'terr-ah-bent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nm.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(-e)&lt;/strong&gt;party on ever of wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've got countless of adipose tissues&lt;br /&gt;stored in my body, especially after&lt;br /&gt;munching on that delectable cheese -durain tart&lt;br /&gt;hahahha, i can't wait to pass everyone their&lt;br /&gt;respective christmas cards&lt;br /&gt;then then then, i don't know what to put in the&lt;br /&gt;hanging thing, but i figure it looks awesome !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; in case you're wondering,&lt;br /&gt;NO. i know it's kind of ridiculous to get&lt;br /&gt;expensive underwear, when it is &lt;u&gt;under&lt;/u&gt;wear&lt;br /&gt;and no one'll get to see it,&lt;br /&gt;but ha, i'm not "buying it for the first night&lt;br /&gt;with my boyfriend" .&lt;br /&gt;that's thinking way out of line&lt;br /&gt;hahhha ,sorry, but your fish just let go&lt;br /&gt;of its bait and dropped back into the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks coffee is the thing.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to get one cup everyday&lt;br /&gt;bring it to school, sip &amp; listen to lesson&lt;br /&gt;at the same time&lt;br /&gt;oh, not forgetting our honey/stars&lt;br /&gt;popcorn substitute ehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for those going to new schools&lt;br /&gt;i hope you make good new friends&lt;br /&gt;as for me, well, i'll just keep my friends thank&lt;br /&gt;you very much&lt;br /&gt;though i seriously hope michelle's theory&lt;br /&gt;doesn't prove to be right&lt;br /&gt;"as the new year comes, old friends are lost,&lt;br /&gt;and new friends are made"&lt;br /&gt;Bad BAD BADDDD,&lt;br /&gt;hm, but then again, maybe i won't have to worry .&lt;br /&gt;After all, her theories were never correct&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where is she where is she, where is she&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where is this beautiful girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who is she who is she&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116745093364664974?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116745093364664974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116745093364664974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116745093364664974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116745093364664974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-my-body.html' title='HELLO MY BODY ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116740721006360754</id><published>2006-12-29T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T08:15:35.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SNAP. SNAP. SNAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam-whore on the first day of school,&lt;br /&gt;makan at IKEA (not town)&lt;br /&gt;apparently we don't have enough time&lt;br /&gt;to settle our very-much-delayed-overtimed&lt;br /&gt;ice cream date, jeesels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that cracked me up today&lt;br /&gt;&amp; made my day ;&lt;br /&gt;pamela's thought that i'ld provide donation cards&lt;br /&gt;for my fund, hahhah&lt;br /&gt;then, cheryl thought mitch &amp; i were having a RED WAR (:&lt;br /&gt;takkkke that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mila loves my (blabbering) i'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tennis la. TENNIIS! (:&lt;br /&gt;so far, i've got more dollars in my underwear fund already&lt;br /&gt;can't be bothered to state the exact amount&lt;br /&gt;cos i don't know what it is in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had lunch there though,&lt;br /&gt;couldn't eat warm-blooded meat cos&lt;br /&gt;today's a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;which spells, D/A/M/N, damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom ; why'd you need stamps for&lt;br /&gt;Amanda ; to send Christmas cards of course&lt;br /&gt;Mom ; you still send Christmas cards in this age&lt;br /&gt;Amanda ; why not. it ain't Stone Age&lt;br /&gt;Mom ; well you could always make use of the internet&lt;br /&gt;Amanda ; Mom!, No Way. that's so not fun.&lt;br /&gt;                  Ew, i cannot believe you said that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, i left her feeling so mortified,&lt;br /&gt;she felt compelled to get me stamps&lt;br /&gt;it really isn't fun&lt;br /&gt;like whoever does that must be Sick.&lt;br /&gt;Ol' Plain sick, or plain old sick whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel so hyp-ed up&lt;br /&gt;everyone around me suddenly seems so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i think i'm falling in love with&lt;br /&gt;The World.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SET. SET. SET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116740721006360754?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116740721006360754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116740721006360754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116740721006360754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116740721006360754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/snap.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116740154635097545</id><published>2006-12-29T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T06:12:26.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>///</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/97970/72797335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/654747/72797335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben says ___'s gentle&lt;br /&gt;OhMyGod, that immediately earns ___&lt;br /&gt;another &lt;u&gt;golden star sticker&lt;/u&gt; from me&lt;br /&gt;hahhahha , how heartfelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda's a happy papayayaya&lt;br /&gt;Ya, cos i went shopping @ IKEA &amp; i bought&lt;br /&gt;more stuff for my room&lt;br /&gt;including a bedside table&lt;br /&gt;like finally, a bedside tableee&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm going to revamp my dear room&lt;br /&gt;and toilet, and invite you all over&lt;br /&gt;for a partyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, maybe sleepover !(:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yes, yes ?! whatsayyou.&lt;br /&gt;okay, that is after i've done it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i need &lt;em&gt;funds&lt;/em&gt; la&lt;br /&gt;i've set up an &lt;strong&gt;Amanda's Calvin Klein underwear fund&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please donate generously&lt;br /&gt;so far, there's $11.70 in it&lt;br /&gt;how damn miserable! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she has the hots for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's creaming all over herself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116740154635097545?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116740154635097545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116740154635097545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116740154635097545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116740154635097545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='///'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116737540955727153</id><published>2006-12-28T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:14:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAT'S TAIL ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/50384/72695505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/741483/72695505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You made my Christmas so lousy.&lt;br /&gt;How can like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hacking away like some old donkey&lt;br /&gt;it's so damn irritating, don't cough also cannot ):&lt;br /&gt;two &amp; a half days to the New Year&lt;br /&gt;and i'm kind of worried&lt;br /&gt;look at all the seniors, they'll all be going to different&lt;br /&gt;schools, meet new people, new environment&lt;br /&gt;Soon it'll be us next.&lt;br /&gt;Seperated, some here, others there, a few out of the&lt;br /&gt;country , how entirely depressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is pretty &lt;u&gt;pretty&lt;/u&gt; scary&lt;br /&gt;what if i don't do well enough&lt;br /&gt;and end up in some far away school&lt;br /&gt;where you don't know anyone ,&lt;br /&gt;then you spend your next two/three years&lt;br /&gt;in misery, travelling to &amp;amp; fro&lt;br /&gt;i don't even wish to think about that&lt;br /&gt;hopefully they'll banish that three-month based&lt;br /&gt;on your Prelim results thing&lt;br /&gt;OhMyGod, it's so &lt;em&gt;awful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate &lt;strong&gt;Seperation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus i have to say that our future&lt;br /&gt;is in no uncertain terms,&lt;br /&gt;Uncertain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;goddammit , save me a cookie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought BrahBlahBras;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, first day of school&lt;br /&gt;is lunch-out at town.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i can't go for the Thai house one ):&lt;br /&gt;perhaps some other day, hahahha&lt;br /&gt;i miss all that tomyam soup !so nice&lt;br /&gt;Hell Yes, shopping on the first day of school&lt;br /&gt;agh, my throat's acting up again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116737540955727153?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116737540955727153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116737540955727153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116737540955727153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116737540955727153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/cats-tail.html' title='CAT&apos;S TAIL ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116731416693810729</id><published>2006-12-28T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T05:56:06.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLOOM'S BROOM ;</title><content type='html'>TAKE THIS ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone's saying&lt;br /&gt;"We have to get to school early on Wednesday,&lt;br /&gt;to book the best seats in the house"&lt;br /&gt;And i'm like,&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Yes, Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;we all want to sit at the back again (:&lt;br /&gt;hHahaha, and shoot dirty faces at teachers&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got my mom to buy me a fan&lt;br /&gt;i can plug into one of those empty switches&lt;br /&gt;so we don't have to fight over who gets&lt;br /&gt;the fan where &amp; there anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries, we'll all beat Mr. Lee flat&lt;br /&gt;he'll become shorter than he already is&lt;br /&gt;and his head will grow bigger&lt;br /&gt;due to increased high-blood-pressure ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll probably be going in at about 640 on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;too early and your efforts will prove futile&lt;br /&gt;class might not even open yet,&lt;br /&gt;then you'll have to sit on the floor&lt;br /&gt;EEEKY!, we're on the ground floor now,&lt;br /&gt;with the might-be-mozzies, the dampness&lt;br /&gt;but we get some greenery hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;don't need to climb so many stairs already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i actually miss devotions without announcements,&lt;br /&gt;chapel, and er, queueing up during recess&lt;br /&gt;but not those long ones la&lt;br /&gt;i don't miss mass-stretch though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SCRATCH THAT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suckers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116731416693810729?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116731416693810729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116731416693810729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116731416693810729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116731416693810729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/glooms-broom.html' title='GLOOM&apos;S BROOM ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116731262361695396</id><published>2006-12-28T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T05:30:23.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SAY PIF ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/858027/71080458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/922628/71080458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After ten hours of much deserved sleep,&lt;br /&gt;i am well rested and my headache's gone&lt;br /&gt;so is the fever&lt;br /&gt;but i've still got a sore throat &amp; it's killing me&lt;br /&gt;cos i can't talkkkk&lt;br /&gt;i lost my voice ! ):&lt;br /&gt;well hopefully i'll get it back by next wednesday&lt;br /&gt;i desperately need it&lt;br /&gt;hell, i have so much to say&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i've been popping lozenges into my mouth&lt;br /&gt;like peanuts, but even you don't do that to peanuts&lt;br /&gt;now i sound like a grating machine, whatever that&lt;br /&gt;looks like&lt;br /&gt;i really have no relation whatsoever to kitchen stuff&lt;br /&gt;i proclaim myself a total failure when it comes to such things,&lt;br /&gt;it's a wonder i even aced Home Economics&lt;br /&gt;(maybe i cheated) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take last afternoon for example&lt;br /&gt;i felt compelled not to bite into a whole apple&lt;br /&gt;just like that, so i went into the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;and picked a knife, i do know what a knife is,&lt;br /&gt;and proceeded to slice my apple&lt;br /&gt;WHEN ,&lt;br /&gt;i almost cut into my hand&lt;br /&gt;Hah, but thankfully, there wasn't a scratch&lt;br /&gt;or anything of that sort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, do not be mistaken&lt;br /&gt;i do know how to cook okay&lt;br /&gt;depends on what la&lt;br /&gt;but contrary to popular belief, not all females&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; to know cookery&lt;br /&gt;that's bull-shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had jap food for dinner last night&lt;br /&gt;i want to visit that mall again&lt;br /&gt;it's so coooool !&lt;br /&gt;one more time someone tells me i've to study,&lt;br /&gt;i'll &lt;u&gt;SMACK&lt;/u&gt; that person&lt;br /&gt;stupid. stupid. Stewpig&lt;br /&gt;i've to attend a wedding on New Year's day&lt;br /&gt;shit, whatever happened to planning ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, ha ,&lt;br /&gt;i had some tiramisu and i'm high&lt;br /&gt;underaged drinking is all the rage nowadays&lt;br /&gt;but drunks are highly disgusting&lt;br /&gt;i think it's perverse&lt;br /&gt;thus,&lt;br /&gt;No Comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116731262361695396?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116731262361695396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116731262361695396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116731262361695396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116731262361695396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-say-pif.html' title='I SAY PIF ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116704151115557510</id><published>2006-12-25T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T02:17:35.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'you broke the G-string.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comments about Aunty Ping Pong&lt;br /&gt;have been discovered &amp; looked into&lt;br /&gt;by someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gasps ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what am i going to do ?&lt;br /&gt;a huge scandal's blowing this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i say, to get maximum coverage&lt;br /&gt;put on those &lt;u&gt;thongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;RoundyFlattyBetty turns me on ultra-ishly&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i said those hurtful stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&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/21537863-116704151115557510?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116704151115557510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116704151115557510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116704151115557510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116704151115557510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-broke-g-string.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116703998788761608</id><published>2006-12-25T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T02:09:19.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO SCHOOL ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/119348/200464791-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/286760/200464791-001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You know what? Add Maths is more fun than sex"&lt;br /&gt;"You what's better than Add Maths and sex?"&lt;br /&gt;"?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sex with your Add Math's teacher!"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rufus and Jonathan Anthony on Add Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(courtesy of Jamie jams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i humbly declare that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jamie owns this entry (:&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/21537863-116703998788761608?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116703998788761608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116703998788761608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116703998788761608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116703998788761608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-school.html' title='HELLO SCHOOL ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116703905824579172</id><published>2006-12-25T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T01:36:05.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YA AMIGO ;</title><content type='html'>it's Christmas day today,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm &lt;u&gt;SICK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes my day better ?&lt;br /&gt;i'm saying that it's down-right miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for starters, i slept throughout most of&lt;br /&gt;the Christmas day mass&lt;br /&gt;when i was awake, i'll grumble&lt;br /&gt;that the priest took so long to go through all&lt;br /&gt;the usual rites&lt;br /&gt;funny thing is, when i'm well &amp; healthy,&lt;br /&gt;i just stand up &amp;amp; dream&lt;br /&gt;but when i'm not, i'm suddenly so conscious of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hurting all over, and to top it off&lt;br /&gt;i've got this throbbing headache that refuses to go away&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this persistent fever, but i guess it ain't that hot no more&lt;br /&gt;thus it led to my skipping of both breakfast &amp;amp; lunch&lt;br /&gt;No appetite means No Ap-pee-tight la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all the presents i received for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;i counted clothes, accessories, candy&lt;br /&gt;and someone even gave me a scented flower&lt;br /&gt;like ?!?!, a flower !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the party-poopers came, have left,&lt;br /&gt;and are making their way back again&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous idea&lt;br /&gt;`Ouch, my head, Pain Pain Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beauty comes with pain&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;pain makes one stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;somebody please take that crap away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many sombodies have been saying that Mr. Lee's&lt;br /&gt;going to be 4/three's form teacher for the New Year&lt;br /&gt;Eeekkky, that shorty is going to take it upon himself to&lt;br /&gt;be a non-delicious macho nacho ):&lt;br /&gt;now we've to be more sneaky when feeding ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&amp; OhMyGod, if he takes us for Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;it'll be a polka-dotted living nightmare&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanttt, i don't want ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i say it's molten lava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we're hitting it off alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/21537863-116703905824579172?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116703905824579172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116703905824579172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116703905824579172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116703905824579172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/ya-amigo.html' title='YA AMIGO ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116696805459910733</id><published>2006-12-24T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T05:47:34.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw this &lt;em&gt;drop-dead&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;gorgeous&lt;/u&gt; bag&lt;br /&gt;with the right shape at Suntec City Mall&lt;br /&gt;and i am so going to snatch&lt;br /&gt;it, provided it's still there&lt;br /&gt;i hope it is !&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha, i wanntttt it.&lt;br /&gt;Damn Damn damn, &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; i've got my planner already&lt;br /&gt;what about my Braun Buffel wallet ?!&lt;br /&gt;i hope someone chips that in as my Christmas present (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i get Calvin Klein underwear&lt;br /&gt;just because it costs ninety dollars&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean you shan't wear expensive stuff&lt;br /&gt;where no one will never see it&lt;br /&gt;but they're really pretty &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; colourful ;&lt;br /&gt;i peeked into my dad's shopping bags and he bought&lt;br /&gt;some for himself !&lt;br /&gt;So selfish, don't want to buy for me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i under pressure ?!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;OhNo, i hope i'm not huh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116696805459910733?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116696805459910733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116696805459910733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116696805459910733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116696805459910733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-saw-this-drop-dead-gorgeous-bag-with.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116692776065678153</id><published>2006-12-23T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:34:03.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STAINED SHEETS ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/314902/Geisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/443356/Geisha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hyundin&lt;/strong&gt;/hyoon'din&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late night talks with Rachel are killing me&lt;br /&gt;i'm not interested in whatever goes on between her&lt;br /&gt;and some unrealistic character&lt;br /&gt;it's eating into my sleep !&lt;br /&gt;Aaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran through 6 movies&lt;br /&gt;over a period of two days&lt;br /&gt;i won't exactly call that a movie marathon&lt;br /&gt;but ohwells, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;let's see,&lt;br /&gt; Brother's Grimm, Brer Rabbit, Sin City, Lost in Translation,&lt;br /&gt;The Aviator, and House of flying daggers&lt;br /&gt;Sin City is ultra sleazy&lt;br /&gt;and it's so full of exaggerated drama, instead of&lt;br /&gt;making one feel disgusted, it humoured me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last afternoon's badminton session backed the fact&lt;br /&gt;that i am totally un-fit&lt;br /&gt;due to an extreme extreme lack of exercise, both delayed&lt;br /&gt;and lazy ):&lt;br /&gt;must exerciseeeee !&lt;br /&gt;heh i forgot how to do that killer-shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And No, none of the houses i visited impressed me&lt;br /&gt;therefore i wish you all better luck today ,&lt;br /&gt;or was it yesterday? i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it's monsoon season now&lt;br /&gt;it's entirely appropriate to talk about this ;&lt;br /&gt;i want &lt;u&gt;good raincoats&lt;/u&gt; here in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;one that i can wear out very normally&lt;br /&gt;haha, it's always raining here,&lt;br /&gt;if not today, it's tomorrow, or the day after et cetra&lt;br /&gt;so why not invest in a good fashionable one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid Singtel keeps playing unbelievably horrid music&lt;br /&gt;over the telephone and putting me on some damn hold,&lt;br /&gt;which always results in me hanging up&lt;br /&gt;if it's hold, they should have the good grace to&lt;br /&gt;put up better music La&lt;br /&gt;ugh , how crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Christmas day plans for me are kind of confusing&lt;br /&gt;so i'll try explaining it slowly&lt;br /&gt;i'll head to church in the morning, uhm&lt;br /&gt;830 i think, then i'll go home&lt;br /&gt;and leave Singapore and possibly be back&lt;br /&gt;past midnight&lt;br /&gt;so no parties for me on the morrow ):&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;u&gt;SANTA CLAUS&lt;/u&gt; in church is so adorablllle&lt;br /&gt;i feel like stealing it leh, who wants to be my accomplice ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda ; OhMyGod, LOOOOK! that's so cute&lt;br /&gt;Some Lady ; (looks over)&lt;br /&gt;Amanda ; i feel like stealing the damn thing&lt;br /&gt;Some Lady ; frowns disapprovingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaHaha, nah&lt;br /&gt;i won't go for confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a grand piano, someone please get me one&lt;br /&gt;the K. Kawai one okay&lt;br /&gt;the music comes out so much richer&lt;br /&gt;bye bye ugly pianos, get outtt&lt;br /&gt;my Fed-ex got stuck some where in spppace ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's sweet as an angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it save me from the greedy clutches of death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116692776065678153?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116692776065678153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116692776065678153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116692776065678153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116692776065678153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/stained-sheets.html' title='STAINED SHEETS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116688231097594234</id><published>2006-12-23T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:19:40.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT CAKES ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/541663/hearrtttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/255918/hearrtttt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;liebe&lt;/strong&gt;/lee'ber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out of the country on Thursday,&lt;br /&gt;not like i wanted to be out or something&lt;br /&gt;but i had to go&lt;br /&gt;but i did managed to catch 45 minutes&lt;br /&gt;of Prison Break, hahaha whilst trying to cheat&lt;br /&gt;my lil cousin&lt;br /&gt;i got him to believe that we were playing hide &amp; seek&lt;br /&gt;then i dumped myself in front of the tele&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lil Danny's so naughty&lt;br /&gt;he keeps wanting to fight me all thanks to my&lt;br /&gt;over-encouraging brother , ugh&lt;br /&gt;i stuffed myself with great food &amp;amp; my mom's&lt;br /&gt;three uh, side dishes were gone under minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS IS DAY AFTER TOMORROOOW ,&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand this suspense of&lt;br /&gt;"No, you can only open your presents on Christmas day"&lt;br /&gt;what is with that&lt;br /&gt;can't we break tradition/believe once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went carolling last night&lt;br /&gt;and i want to do it again next year&lt;br /&gt;but i was kind of tired, and irritated&lt;br /&gt;Hahhaha, and kim kept doing her faces&lt;br /&gt;and teeth-grinding and self talking when she&lt;br /&gt;heard those shrill eeekkkky voices penetrating&lt;br /&gt;the air, oh whatever&lt;br /&gt;so i've always enjoyed Christmas carols&lt;br /&gt;last night wasn't an exception&lt;br /&gt;but after all that singing i had a stomach ache&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, Kim's cracks me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda ; this must be the holiest day of my entire life&lt;br /&gt;Kim ; Why&lt;br /&gt;Amanda ; cos we prayed so damn much&lt;br /&gt;Kim ; that's not counted, you weren't paying attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she always breaks my hearttttt ):&lt;br /&gt;ha ha , but we did pray a lot&lt;br /&gt;a lot a lottttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone in advance&lt;br /&gt;cos i probably won't be saying this till&lt;br /&gt;who knows when (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll spot you even if there's a dead crowd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116688231097594234?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116688231097594234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116688231097594234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116688231097594234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116688231097594234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hot-cakes.html' title='HOT CAKES ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116653414120113118</id><published>2006-12-19T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T05:15:41.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LADIES GO ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we first met, I liked you lots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt a spark, I had the hots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went on dates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'd dine we'd dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had our laughs,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we had romance !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With every moment, came a thrill!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My young heart raced ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's racing still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116653414120113118?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116653414120113118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116653414120113118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116653414120113118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116653414120113118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/ladies-go.html' title='THE LADIES GO ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116653379837981002</id><published>2006-12-19T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T05:09:58.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADAM &amp; EVE ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/21655/SHOES%20%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/723134/SHOES%20%3B.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Abbildung/ ap'bil-doong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nf.&lt;/em&gt; portraying, illustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lucky Ducky must be feasting/freezing&lt;br /&gt;in Beijing, or was it Shanghai ?&lt;br /&gt;i forgot already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more tuition for the rest of this weeeek&lt;br /&gt;i did everything in one day !&lt;br /&gt;so i'm a free bird for you to catch now.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i've to go carolling this friday&lt;br /&gt;i think it's kinda fun la&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of "thanksgiving service" on the un-official&lt;br /&gt;last day of school&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, if my memory proves right&lt;br /&gt;i got a huge shock cos i didn't realise that&lt;br /&gt;someone was in the vicinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been raining bombs these few days&lt;br /&gt;huge fat uncaring droplets that go&lt;br /&gt;piak piak piiiiakkkkk&lt;br /&gt;i think they're really rude&lt;br /&gt;they should at least forewarn us&lt;br /&gt;and ask for permission to hit us&lt;br /&gt;take for example, this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;when i had to leave house to get to church&lt;br /&gt;for carolling practice&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i don't have the luxury of staying in Clementi&lt;br /&gt;or whereever really near church&lt;br /&gt;but lucky me, i hitched a ride (:&lt;br /&gt;I hope they renovate it so it looks really pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've completed 8-out of-10 concerning&lt;br /&gt;the Christmas Cards hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to send them all out&lt;br /&gt;i've got &lt;u&gt;paint-stained hands&lt;/u&gt; &amp; i feel like&lt;br /&gt;some factory worker working on mass products&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, but hahaha, it is sincere&lt;br /&gt;so all of you'd better appreciate it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't fought with my youngest brother for so damn&lt;br /&gt;long, i have almost forgotten how it used to feel like&lt;br /&gt;but damn, we did fight again yesterday&lt;br /&gt;over some door thing&lt;br /&gt;yes , it does sound stupid&lt;br /&gt;but whatthehell, he threw my door hang thing&lt;br /&gt;down the same flight of stairs&lt;br /&gt;which has a spoilt landing light&lt;br /&gt;i have to get someone to do something about that light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to play badminton this Saturdayyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Haha, &lt;u&gt;AWESOME&lt;/u&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a lil rusty, having not played for ages&lt;br /&gt;but i think tennis's darrien is cuter than badminton's&lt;br /&gt;kevin, so don't argue over that with me&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread the upcoming thursday ,&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely no wish to sit still&lt;br /&gt;for two hours stuck in a bloody stubborn traffic jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh santa, won't you give me a kiss too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116653379837981002?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116653379837981002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116653379837981002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116653379837981002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116653379837981002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/adam.html' title='ADAM &amp; EVE ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116636658509927233</id><published>2006-12-17T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T06:43:05.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;an itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yellow-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;polka dot&lt;/u&gt;-bikini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like Courage, the cowardly dog&lt;br /&gt;My Sundays are never complete without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're still as sweet as ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's killing me inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116636658509927233?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116636658509927233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116636658509927233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116636658509927233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116636658509927233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-yellow-polka.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116636477907490068</id><published>2006-12-17T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T06:12:59.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JIGGLE DANCE ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/393226/gingerbread%20man%20%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/407743/gingerbread%20man%20%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; did shopping for all the schooling stuff&lt;br /&gt;but couldn't find any attractive planner as yet&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at Min Jiang restuarant located at&lt;br /&gt;Rochester Road and the food is quite delicious&lt;br /&gt;oh, but the service, that kind of service&lt;br /&gt;ha , it sent me to heaven and back again (:&lt;br /&gt;it was so damn good , even the valet is like Wow&lt;br /&gt;after that 200 dollar meal , i'm full&lt;br /&gt;that's it , i've put on all that weight that i lost at&lt;br /&gt;the gym on friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh , i took my height &amp; weight&lt;br /&gt;and Guess What.&lt;br /&gt;I now stand at 174.5 cm tall (with my shoes on)&lt;br /&gt;kim was lighting-quick at pointing that out&lt;br /&gt;my spirits were soaring then she shot it back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : ehhh, i wanna take my height&lt;br /&gt;Kim : okay, i'll help you. Stand straight ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : What's it, Quiiickkkk.&lt;br /&gt;Kim : 174.5 cm&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : OhMyGod , are you serious ?&lt;br /&gt;                  YES! YES! YEEEESSss sSS,&lt;br /&gt;Kim : with your shoes on leh&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : (gives that you just had to do it look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she kept on laughing &amp; laughing &amp;amp; howling&lt;br /&gt;just to irk me, Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i saw on the back of the valet's card&lt;br /&gt;that they offer drive-home services&lt;br /&gt;cooool i was thinking, maybe if i feel lazy&lt;br /&gt;after lessons have ended or i'm stuck somewhere&lt;br /&gt;in town or Sunny Singapore , i'll call them&lt;br /&gt;and get them to drive me home , hahhahha&lt;br /&gt;what a pity my personal chauffeur is on vacation right now&lt;br /&gt;i don't recall giving her work-off so she could&lt;br /&gt;go sun-bathing in Seattle&lt;br /&gt;or if it's snowing there, she has already promised to&lt;br /&gt;freeze herself so she can be shipped back&lt;br /&gt;and i'll display her in my room !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how lovely to have a personal limo and someone&lt;br /&gt;to ferry you around&lt;br /&gt;hear hear , one dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a beautiful Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116636477907490068?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116636477907490068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116636477907490068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116636477907490068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116636477907490068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/jiggle-dance.html' title='JIGGLE DANCE ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116610055910771920</id><published>2006-12-14T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T04:52:09.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENORITA ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/750895/America%27s%20Next%20Top%20Model%20%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/295956/America%27s%20Next%20Top%20Model%20%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Abansern/ap'en-derrn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vt.&lt;/em&gt; to alter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was thinking that you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;you're so dead wrong&lt;br /&gt;but maybe it's me who's wrong&lt;br /&gt;so then , do you believe in fate ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this nasty stench lingering around&lt;br /&gt;eeekky ew yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hitting the gym tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;first class toilets !, i just can;t wait&lt;br /&gt;hope it works out well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time spent argueing over who&lt;br /&gt;has longer eye-lashes could have been put&lt;br /&gt;to more fruitful use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; whilst Nicole is having her &lt;u&gt;teenage honeymoon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with her dearest somebody, i'm stuck stuck stuck here&lt;br /&gt;like , stuck in mudpie&lt;br /&gt;Gosh , i simply adore mudpie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh sympathy , where have you gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116610055910771920?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116610055910771920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116610055910771920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116610055910771920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116610055910771920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/senorita.html' title='SENORITA ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116600975990553644</id><published>2006-12-13T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:35:59.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHhhhHHHhAHhhh&lt;br /&gt;we've got Geog holiday homework&lt;br /&gt;on the stupid edulearn website !&lt;br /&gt;and it's a project too,&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl just told me our chem worksheet&lt;br /&gt;is a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;Greattt, i dumped it with the pile of&lt;br /&gt;whatever-nots paper from last term of school&lt;br /&gt;somewhere, and now, how hard is it to find&lt;br /&gt;a piece of paper which looks like what i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why have some website to put homework up&lt;br /&gt;when students don't even know there's homework&lt;br /&gt;to look up?&lt;br /&gt;can things can any better than this/&lt;br /&gt;zhen shi de&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116600975990553644?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116600975990553644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116600975990553644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116600975990553644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116600975990553644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/ahhhhhhhhahhhh-weve-got-geog-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116600933777566113</id><published>2006-12-13T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:28:57.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPSTICKS ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/811089/FASHION%20%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/901814/FASHION%20%3B.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;i'll wrap my hands around your neck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and squeeze the breath out of your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;frumpy old useless self&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped tennis on Sunday and ended up hiding&lt;br /&gt;at the Grand House instead, spending my time&lt;br /&gt;actually appreciating the surroundings&lt;br /&gt;eg. Golfers talking in broken dialects&lt;br /&gt;and thought about some things that i did this year&lt;br /&gt;when something struck me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead of searching high &amp;  low for the perfect&lt;br /&gt;Christmas card design, i have decided to make them all&lt;br /&gt;by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I did regret making that decision a little though&lt;br /&gt;because i've got to make 40 cards&lt;br /&gt;so i kinda skipped crayon drawings on the background&lt;br /&gt;although i did it for the first few cards&lt;br /&gt;thus i wish to apologise if you find it rather plain&lt;br /&gt;i gave up cos it was just too tedious&lt;br /&gt;i've got fourteen left excluding the painting and sticking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at The Vil'lage last night&lt;br /&gt;was pretty obvious that that restuarant was&lt;br /&gt;an almost exact replica of Marche&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer Marche though&lt;br /&gt;spent the three days of this week&lt;br /&gt;snacking on France &amp; Belgium chocolates my&lt;br /&gt;parents bought&lt;br /&gt;they're really great, plus they've got some champagne in them&lt;br /&gt;wonder i if i can get drunk&lt;br /&gt;Ha, probably have to eat three boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still unsatisfied after all the shopping for&lt;br /&gt;Christmas/New year clothes&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll never be sated&lt;br /&gt;damn, it's as if i'm obsessed or something&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, and my parents actually consented to buying&lt;br /&gt;my little-i'm-all-grown-up &lt;u&gt;youngest&lt;/u&gt; brother&lt;br /&gt;a 99 dollar chess set&lt;br /&gt;&amp; they'll only increast my allowance based on my results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel so vulgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;something to do with going round in circles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116600933777566113?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116600933777566113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116600933777566113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116600933777566113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116600933777566113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hopsticks.html' title='HOPSTICKS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116562720804504828</id><published>2006-12-08T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:31:25.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FORBES ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/902587/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/470813/111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha ,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should change the layout&lt;br /&gt;to something that coincides with Christmas&lt;br /&gt;after all , it's such a lovely season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to do ! ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i've got to sit through an hour of theory lesson&lt;br /&gt;when it's supposed to be a half-hour&lt;br /&gt;that is D-A-M-N going to kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone's asking ,&lt;br /&gt;i shall clarify it here&lt;br /&gt;i am going somewhere , but i don't know when&lt;br /&gt;i figure it's most probably next week&lt;br /&gt;cos i'll be in Singapore on Christmas morning&lt;br /&gt;but the rest of the day , uh-uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got rejected on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;cos i woke my not-so-little fly in a bucket of horsedung&lt;br /&gt;and it rejected me !&lt;br /&gt;it does have guts , i wanted to look it up&lt;br /&gt;in its messy hidey/hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says gender discrimination doesn't exist?&lt;br /&gt;in fact , it's still here , right before us&lt;br /&gt;watching the Asian Games is a great example&lt;br /&gt;you either have men against men ,&lt;br /&gt;women against women , even the mixed doubles&lt;br /&gt;would be woman &amp;amp; man against woman &amp; man&lt;br /&gt;if that isn't gender discrimination ..&lt;br /&gt;females are just like males , why the need for such a&lt;br /&gt;huge differentiation ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing , WHY IS IT THAT MALLS HERE&lt;br /&gt;OPEN AT 10 ?! , that's so laaaate ,&lt;br /&gt;ahhah , give us more hours&lt;br /&gt;i practically sat my butt out waiting for&lt;br /&gt;the clock hand to tick to Ten&lt;br /&gt;but i saw nice lingerie , like real Cool ones okay,&lt;br /&gt;so i went around looking at What's hot &amp;amp; not&lt;br /&gt;which was easy to see , ahahhha&lt;br /&gt;I like soft ones , with lots of colour&lt;br /&gt;and don't argue that it won't matter cos you're wearing&lt;br /&gt;it on the inside so no one will see&lt;br /&gt;you never know when it might peep out a lil&lt;br /&gt;what the hell am i talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohgreat, now Haley's telling me stories about&lt;br /&gt;sajc &amp; the kallang river&lt;br /&gt;another history lesson&lt;br /&gt;Ferdi is a Wierdi (: ,&lt;br /&gt;ahhah , but he reminds me of Paul bayliss who&lt;br /&gt;taught me geog in sec one and went the !Kung Bushmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry Rayna i couldn't fly over on such notice&lt;br /&gt;and even if i did , i'ld only spend a day there&lt;br /&gt;which is kind of meaningless&lt;br /&gt;but i would have gladly spent the day with you&lt;br /&gt;at your posh-nosh high club to celebrate your fifteenth&lt;br /&gt;birthday if i could ):&lt;br /&gt;i'll make it up to you when school re-opens&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; valerie !, keep your yoga promise okay ,&lt;br /&gt;then we'll both be yoga/goers hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and i'll get everyone together to hold a farewell party&lt;br /&gt;for you before you leave us for UWC ):&lt;br /&gt;i hope next year you get to sit in front of us yet again&lt;br /&gt;(at the second row from the back)&lt;br /&gt;where hopefully you can sleep all you want ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the teachers won't comment about your height , Ha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i want for christmas ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116562720804504828?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116562720804504828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116562720804504828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116562720804504828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116562720804504828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/forbes.html' title='FORBES ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116558765014131686</id><published>2006-12-08T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T06:20:50.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLESHY THIGHS ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/790374/IN%20BLACK%20%26%20WHITE%20%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/764512/IN%20BLACK%20%26%20WHITE%20%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then you see them with their fake branded bags&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- steph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's party at hweepeng's was a joy bomb&lt;br /&gt;everyone just kept screaming like we haven't seen&lt;br /&gt;each other for half a life,&lt;br /&gt;we talked about everything from school to&lt;br /&gt;tiger-printed umbrellas to school pairings like&lt;br /&gt;"Eeekky, it doesn't mean A has to end with Z"&lt;br /&gt;then we took some time to barbeque the foodstuff&lt;br /&gt;not because there wasn't fire,&lt;br /&gt;but because the fire was to huge,&lt;br /&gt;instead of cooking the food, we got burnt ones&lt;br /&gt;hahahha, it was real fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; haley never fails to remind me that i named&lt;br /&gt;hweepeng "Mary"&lt;br /&gt;steph &amp;amp; i spent minutes chasing the cute dog around&lt;br /&gt;the house, it was too friendly-cum-active&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bytheway, Roy is such a bad liar&lt;br /&gt;what's that about the snakes &amp; heads ?!&lt;br /&gt;and apparently ugly fishes with grotesquely huge scales&lt;br /&gt;cost a thousand bucks plus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know, you're going to ask,&lt;br /&gt;"where have you been these few days"&lt;br /&gt;i was in the city shopping (With Mom in tow)&lt;br /&gt;and i managed to grab a few clothings/dresses !&lt;br /&gt;it's always a nice thing when you don't have&lt;br /&gt;to worry about fishing money out of your wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my piano exam ? sucked big time&lt;br /&gt;i totally screwed up the &lt;em&gt;d fine&lt;/em&gt; part&lt;br /&gt;for the second piece, but the rest was fine&lt;br /&gt;i thinkkkkk ..&lt;br /&gt;cos the lady kept calling me &lt;u&gt;dear&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like "thank you dear" or "bye now dear" etc&lt;br /&gt;now you can just imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;liar liar pants on fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116558765014131686?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116558765014131686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116558765014131686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116558765014131686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116558765014131686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/fleshy-thighs.html' title='FLESHY THIGHS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116514878596012107</id><published>2006-12-03T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T04:36:48.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWIGGLE ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/434389/VOGUE%20%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/945701/VOGUE%20%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;a fool he is but a honest fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Gandalf in Lord Of the Rings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;today's &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;hottiiiiest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; picks :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; Elton, Andrea&lt;br /&gt;; Tomato face (caught him today)&lt;br /&gt;   such pretty flapjacks hitting `em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly 2 weeks ago, i paid a visit&lt;br /&gt;to my (ex) badminton coaches cos i had to fetch&lt;br /&gt;my lil brother anyways&lt;br /&gt;which then led to them comparing their heights against mine&lt;br /&gt;again and talking to me about soccer and all the tactics&lt;br /&gt;that was really cute of them hahaha&lt;br /&gt;but the soccer part?! like uhhh, i feigned interest here &amp; there&lt;br /&gt;like uh huh, then proceeds to nodding my head&lt;br /&gt;maybe a little too &lt;u&gt;vigorously&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss badminton now,&lt;br /&gt;the classes and everyone there ):&lt;br /&gt;okay, moving on, i feel so lousily disappointed in myself today&lt;br /&gt;that's because i missed so many shots or other that&lt;br /&gt;my strokes went horribly off track&lt;br /&gt;and the balls didn't go across perfectly like how i'ld have&lt;br /&gt;wanted it too&lt;br /&gt;oh great, &lt;strong&gt;so i'm a perfectionist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i won't say being anything but that makes things worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having dessert in 9087021164768 milliseconds&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to have to rush this&lt;br /&gt;RUUUSSSHHHrRRUUsshhhHH ;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to drop everything and just&lt;br /&gt;do what i must do&lt;br /&gt;oh, guess what whot whhhhattt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the very beautiful French Lady&lt;/u&gt; decided to&lt;br /&gt;pay me a kind visit on the 30th&lt;br /&gt;i didn't take kindly to it though, and i'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;i was rude hahahhha&lt;br /&gt;i had thought she would give me a miss&lt;br /&gt;this time round but it seems like she had other ideas&lt;br /&gt;up her enormous sleeve&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhee ew gah&lt;br /&gt;i shall have to put up with such mischief then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;jack's place has some great shitte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;flash your pearly whites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was adios no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116514878596012107?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116514878596012107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116514878596012107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116514878596012107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116514878596012107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/swiggle.html' title='SWIGGLE ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116513630738418189</id><published>2006-12-03T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T00:58:27.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG BANG ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/450675/CATWA%20LK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/794950/CATWA%20LK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;so your mistake will be short-lived&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Casino Royale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything about school&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to list almost everything there is&lt;br /&gt;actually, it isn't even near to half of everything&lt;br /&gt;because there's just too many&lt;br /&gt;see, school's so completely filled to the brim&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't make you any bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's mitch nagging me to buy her&lt;br /&gt;"two fish fillets &amp; one chicken nugget"&lt;br /&gt;she thinks i'm some free-of-charge-delivery person&lt;br /&gt;but now it's me who constantly drags her down&lt;br /&gt;then cheryl's morning trips down for her&lt;br /&gt;daily chicken wing , or rayna's "help me with this, i can't understand it"&lt;br /&gt;plea, and the let's-plan-where-to-go-after-school today&lt;br /&gt;also, there would be the unique way in which i dispose of&lt;br /&gt;my litter, merely flicking it off the table&lt;br /&gt;without even looking where it lands&lt;br /&gt;(we're just too lazy to walk to the bin)&lt;br /&gt;oh plus our fan/fights, and sit on the floor&lt;br /&gt;gossip sessions, no wait, talking sessions&lt;br /&gt;or the (damn i'm trying to think of a plausible excuse) look&lt;br /&gt;when it's hand it your homework time&lt;br /&gt;we can't forget those i need to go to the toilet,&lt;br /&gt;very very urgent la demands&lt;br /&gt;and the snoozing off in eng/chinese/chem/math/history/geog/ss&lt;br /&gt;classes, or the peeping looks we do trying to see&lt;br /&gt;what sock Ms. Ho's wearing that day&lt;br /&gt;or the playtimes we have in the lab experimenting&lt;br /&gt;by messing up the supposed experiments or&lt;br /&gt;mixing all the chemicals to get a nice brillant colour ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the i wanna prawn class to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;hide in the toilet&lt;/u&gt; although it stinks&lt;br /&gt;or the "aiyyyahhh, azizah's too short, she can't see us eat"&lt;br /&gt;ignorant remarks we make&lt;br /&gt;AHHhhh, school should start Right Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the typical domineering egoistic male&lt;br /&gt;is indeed an interesting species&lt;br /&gt;worth spending one's valuable time&lt;br /&gt;pondering on&lt;br /&gt;some of the thoughts that flicker across your&lt;br /&gt;mind would be&lt;br /&gt;; he's such a jerk/asshole/whatever&lt;br /&gt;; I hhHAAATE him&lt;br /&gt;or,&lt;br /&gt;; i wannnnttt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhGosh, wouldn't spending time inspecting your&lt;br /&gt;fingernails be so much more fruitful?&lt;br /&gt;after all, males are, typical, domineering &amp; egoistic&lt;br /&gt;need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;(P/S. you could always add on to the typical .. list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"lub" "dub" "lub" "dub"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lie awake listening to your heartbeat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116513630738418189?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116513630738418189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116513630738418189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116513630738418189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116513630738418189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/bang-bang.html' title='BANG BANG ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116512857890484161</id><published>2006-12-02T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:49:39.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO SAVE A LIFE ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/658378/Instants_vaporeux_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/228200/Instants_vaporeux_by_complejo.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my mom has agreed to take me shopping with&lt;br /&gt;her on a it's-going-to-happen someday&lt;br /&gt;to buy dresses! !!&lt;br /&gt;we saw really nice ones everywhere at the major&lt;br /&gt;shopping centre last night&lt;br /&gt;you've got your eyes glued you can't tear them away&lt;br /&gt;to look at somethings else&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &amp;amp;&amp; &amp;amp;&amp;, this is really exciting&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;u&gt;gurkhas&lt;/u&gt; or however you spell that&lt;br /&gt;foreign word, are so damn hot&lt;br /&gt;with more than a double t&lt;br /&gt;it's like OhMyGod, and i love their hats&lt;br /&gt;they're even better than hollywood standard&lt;br /&gt;so move over hollywood, haha&lt;br /&gt;must be due to all that good genes huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssst, let's so spy on them after schooool&lt;br /&gt;take a break from studying,&lt;br /&gt;OhNo!, i've just been reminded,&lt;br /&gt;i promised to slog my guts out&lt;br /&gt;so the few of us can enter the same course&lt;br /&gt;in the same jc&lt;br /&gt;that's right, i plan to enter a jc&lt;br /&gt;Saint Andrews is way too far&lt;br /&gt;i'll spend approximately two hours travelling there&lt;br /&gt;and another two back&lt;br /&gt;just thinking about that makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry but you've got to bear with me&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm trying to get rid of the song&lt;br /&gt;and put up something else instead&lt;br /&gt;however, i've got no free time&lt;br /&gt;so i guess you've to be patient&lt;br /&gt;what was that again?&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah, patience is a virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right, be virtueous&lt;/strong&gt; hahahhha&lt;br /&gt;notice this popular saying that goes&lt;br /&gt;uh what live up to your own words?&lt;br /&gt;ah, &lt;em&gt;that's kind of twisted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116512857890484161?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116512857890484161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116512857890484161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116512857890484161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116512857890484161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-to-save-life.html' title='HOW TO SAVE A LIFE ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116511660691971581</id><published>2006-12-02T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:38:19.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME NEWS ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/599482/YIWEI%27S%20bd%20card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/95323/YIWEI%27S%20bd%20card.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;my perfect train of thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Maxi. Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5 things to do before i die :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;; have hot sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;; visit Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;; shop for funeral outfit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;; go for confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;; fall so hard in love (i can't get up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;okkkkay, so don't DO NOT don't freak out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just came to me&lt;br /&gt;like what if i die?!&lt;br /&gt;Ohno, how devastating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear friends, i've completed seven-tenths&lt;br /&gt;of my holiday assignments,&lt;br /&gt;although i am way behind schedule in other matters,&lt;br /&gt;if i can do it, so can you!&lt;br /&gt;go on about it, there's only three weeks left&lt;br /&gt;before school starts again&lt;br /&gt;now, you won't want to make up flimsy excuses would you&lt;br /&gt;though that might seem like tradition&lt;br /&gt;it always happens&lt;br /&gt;hahhha, can't prevent the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry mila, i couldn't send you off at the airport yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i was out the entire day without my phone ):&lt;br /&gt;which means ultra-delayed crumbling for us all&lt;br /&gt;till 1657684351 seconds later&lt;br /&gt;(damn the tedious calculations, it ain't accurate)&lt;br /&gt;I WANNNNT TO SIT AN AIRPLANNNNNE&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to wait so long?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flipped through events for the week ahead&lt;br /&gt;and discovered to my absolute delight&lt;br /&gt;that there're two parties lined up&lt;br /&gt;hweepeng's would be right smack in the middle&lt;br /&gt;of all things great, i just cross my fingers&lt;br /&gt;that i don't get dog drool covering me&lt;br /&gt;then i have that dreaded, boring examination&lt;br /&gt;to contend with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i just say great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i didn't even say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116511660691971581?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116511660691971581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116511660691971581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116511660691971581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116511660691971581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-news.html' title='SOME NEWS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116498343747567761</id><published>2006-12-01T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T06:30:37.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NODDY MAN ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/935098/HOLLYWOOD%20STUDIO%20%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/992362/HOLLYWOOD%20STUDIO%20%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;the eye is attracted to anything appealing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- robert like roberto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to catch Casino Royale a second time&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, it's kind of like a gala event&lt;br /&gt;so i've got to go&lt;br /&gt;which is really eeegggh since i don't really pay&lt;br /&gt;much attention to the movie after the first time&lt;br /&gt;first times are always important ;&lt;br /&gt;much like how i'm not a staunch believer of the&lt;br /&gt;starve in order to lose weight idea&lt;br /&gt;that isn't classified under dieting anymore&lt;br /&gt;it's a seperate thing altogether&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's baddddd for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it, you don't really want to lose all that&lt;br /&gt;extra-unnecessary fat but have excess (lots of excess)&lt;br /&gt;skin hanging from everywhere&lt;br /&gt;so it's like every step you take&lt;br /&gt;it wobbles from left to right&lt;br /&gt;worse than a swinging pendulum&lt;br /&gt;okay, criticism is an absolute No-no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Europe's really pretty&lt;br /&gt;especially Paris during the winter season&lt;br /&gt;i saw some authentic photographs&lt;br /&gt;from conversing in chinese to talking about holidaying&lt;br /&gt;overseas which eventually got down to looking at&lt;br /&gt;the photographs&lt;br /&gt;i must saw, i was certainly enthralled by the&lt;br /&gt;prospect that i'll go visit someday&lt;br /&gt;OhMyGod, you just have to see it&lt;br /&gt;it's lovely, no wait, lovely isn't doing it justice&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've thought of something already&lt;br /&gt;let's go after our O-levels ok?&lt;br /&gt;it'll be so fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas carols ring bells in my head&lt;br /&gt;ding-a-ling-a-ling&lt;br /&gt;it just won't stop no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wounds i never knew existed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116498343747567761?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116498343747567761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116498343747567761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116498343747567761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116498343747567761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/12/noddy-man.html' title='NODDY MAN ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116453259789770773</id><published>2006-11-26T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T05:40:18.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRASS ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/644758/GRACE%20%26%20I%20%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/293384/GRACE%20%26%20I%20%3B.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;it just doesn't make sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- clarissa choi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so awful, i've got a one cm wide blister&lt;br /&gt;at the back of my foot&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts when i rest it on something&lt;br /&gt;caught casino royale with kim on monday&lt;br /&gt;this was very much different from the rest of the Bond films&lt;br /&gt;it had you glued to the screen, and thinking&lt;br /&gt;this Bond too, used his brains for his purpose&lt;br /&gt;before actually doing something&lt;br /&gt;to put it simply, he's smart&lt;br /&gt;another point, What was i thinking?&lt;br /&gt;i actually thought James Bond might get tied down here,&lt;br /&gt;seems like the spy never lets his emotions control him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, my math tutor asked me if you just had a living brain&lt;br /&gt;would that still be considered as a human&lt;br /&gt;(with all the nerves attached etc)&lt;br /&gt;i said No, because it wouldn't have feelings anymore&lt;br /&gt;how can some "thing" without feelings &amp; emotions be humane at all&lt;br /&gt;that's totally out of the question&lt;br /&gt;it just won't make any sense&lt;br /&gt;if that is indeed considered humane,&lt;br /&gt;then all of humanity would be lost wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get a little uneasy whenever someone take for example&lt;br /&gt;a teacher devotes much of her time to teaching me something&lt;br /&gt;maybe because an examination is coming up&lt;br /&gt;it's like they expect you to do something you know,&lt;br /&gt;as if you owe then for devoting their time&lt;br /&gt;okay, so maybe it is a little tricky to put this across&lt;br /&gt;what i am trying to say is that i do appreciate their efforts&lt;br /&gt;it's just i .. agh, you get what i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss school,&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything about school,&lt;br /&gt;i miss all my friends ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you render me helpless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116453259789770773?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116453259789770773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116453259789770773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116453259789770773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116453259789770773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/crass.html' title='CRASS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116452547305586139</id><published>2006-11-25T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:34:29.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/995473/200332824-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 65px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/500867/200332824-001.jpg" width="74" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is it et cetera, or et cetra?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is it susi, or sushi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinched this from today's church bulletin&lt;br /&gt;READ IT :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Cab Ride&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the years as a cab driver I have seen a good portion of the various kinds of people that exist in our world. passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. People whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and weep. But none touched me more than a woman i picked up a few years ago, on one of the night shift run as a cab driver i encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was responding to a call from a small old run down four storey building situated in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some party animals, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at 2:30a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground window floor. Under such circumstances, many drivers just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation signals of danger, I always rushed to the cab and would drive off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passenger might be someone who needes my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute," answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no on had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. "Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, and then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing," I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you're such a good boy," she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Can you drive me through downtown?" "It's not the shortest way, " I answered quickly. "Oh, I don't mind, " she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice." I looked in the rearview mirror. her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quietly reacher over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like met ot ake?" I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove over the bridge where she said she met her husband for the first time and where he proposed to her. We drove through the neighbourhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow down in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring at darkness, saying nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first hint of the sun creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now." We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building like a small covalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. "How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing," I said. "You have to make a living," she answered. "There are other passengers," I responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you." I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift.  I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that i have done anything more important in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great oments often catch us unaware beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one. Sometimes our prejudices become the obstacles that waste the wonderful opportunities that would enrich our lives. Great moments happen all the time. We will miss it if we look for great ones to happen rather than to see the greatness in them. Most of all the ones that involve people are the ones that will enrich us the most.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, michelle makes mistakes like&lt;br /&gt;nobody's business&lt;br /&gt;point taken, she still makes them&lt;br /&gt;which makes her one of the few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;clowns around town&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she thinks i like some twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;because she overhead rayna &amp; i talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;about something something something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay, to give her credit, she didn't overhear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or anything of that sort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it just happened that she sits next to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so she hears whatever we say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pffft/ how do you do that? big fat biggy problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it, (cheryl/nicole/tessa) cheryl, or soh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;snow white la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(rayna) cherry, or strawberry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i only like real cherries, not those fakes you find on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;brithday cakes &amp; ice creams and i like sweet strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(mine) X or Y?&lt;br /&gt;Z is for Zotia, and that's good enough for me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he's so charming it melts me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116452547305586139?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116452547305586139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116452547305586139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116452547305586139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116452547305586139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-it-et-cetera-or-et-cetra-is-it-susi.html' title=''/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116452129479961874</id><published>2006-11-25T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:08:14.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOKES ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/122478/200296855-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="169" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/570226/200296855-001.jpg" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;you're after the birds &amp; the bees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- hosanna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she did a &lt;u&gt;double entendre&lt;/u&gt; i'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;traditional chinese weddings include&lt;br /&gt;the tea-ceremony&lt;br /&gt;among many other things&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i want that for mine though&lt;br /&gt;oh, i've already got it all planned out&lt;br /&gt;one can have dreams you know&lt;br /&gt;i've got them for my future wedding, should i ever&lt;br /&gt;have one that is, my lifestyle, and my future house&lt;br /&gt;let's see, everyone's bent on holding&lt;br /&gt;their wedding dinner at posh hotels&lt;br /&gt;with 7/8/9-course meals, not forgetting&lt;br /&gt;the very fake layered cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'ld want mine on a luxury cruise&lt;br /&gt;so it's like guests would be invited&lt;br /&gt;to board the cruise at the start of the day,&lt;br /&gt;do whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;come evening time, they'll head down to the&lt;br /&gt;grand ballroom where the wedding ceremony&lt;br /&gt;will be held&lt;br /&gt;i want ballroom dancing, like those during&lt;br /&gt;the Victorian times&lt;br /&gt;they have dancing rules&lt;br /&gt;and guests get to stay on the cruise for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha, one has to be different sometimes&lt;br /&gt;no point following the crowd at every&lt;br /&gt;bend and corner&lt;br /&gt;you never know when you might end up&lt;br /&gt;in some dark alley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry,  i'm straying&lt;br /&gt;last evening's wedding celebration was&lt;br /&gt;rather intriguing i must say&lt;br /&gt;everyone kept commenting on my height&lt;br /&gt;and how i have to stop growing&lt;br /&gt;or it's gonna be kinda difficult for me to find&lt;br /&gt;a boyfriend, or i've to look towards the &lt;em&gt;angmohs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what not, likeyeahright&lt;br /&gt;i managed to engage in some &lt;u&gt;girl/talk&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;had countless of laughs with my relatives&lt;br /&gt;(which i really miss since they do it so well),&lt;br /&gt;and contributed ideas&lt;br /&gt;like we could have another trip overseas together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkkay, i know&lt;br /&gt;you're desperate to know what lavish dishes i had&lt;br /&gt;i shan't keep you in suspense any longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tower Ballroom&lt;br /&gt;Shangri-La Hotel, Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 25 November 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Menu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; whole barbecued suckling pig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;braised shark's fin with crabmeat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; braised baby abalone with home-made beancurd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; steamed fresh garoupa with superior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soya sauce garnished with coriander leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; sauteed prawns in spicy sauce served&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with &lt;strong&gt;deep-fried buns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; roasted crispy chiken marinated in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;red bean curd paste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; braised lingzhi mushrooms topped with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;conpoy and chinese spinach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; fried rice with crabmeat and prawns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; double-boiled fresh lily bbuds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with lotus seeds and red dates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the dessert &amp; chocolate were such let/downs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was expecting ben &amp;amp; jerry's ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and godiva respectively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nevertheless, it was a great time off for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i realise i've got two more to attend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in january, not Mr. See's one though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm giving that a miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;however, during the wedding dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the groom (my cousin) did say something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that struck a chord in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"for those who have found love, cherish it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and for those who have yet to find it, you'll understand more"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cliche?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nah, i don't think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all of our tears will be lost in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116452129479961874?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116452129479961874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116452129479961874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116452129479961874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116452129479961874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/chokes.html' title='CHOKES ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116438229531051724</id><published>2006-11-24T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T07:31:35.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTRADICTORY ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/678945/hands%20;.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/808952/hands%20%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;this is called the rythm of service&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mr. Oldie Ong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from my mini-shopping trip&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe oxy actually spent $10&lt;br /&gt;on beef for her dog&lt;br /&gt;and she regretted it after paying&lt;br /&gt;it's not like the dog will know how to appreciate&lt;br /&gt;it or anything of that sort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's like buying gourmet food for my dog" she said&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Monk is so addictive,&lt;br /&gt;and although he has this disorder, he's smart&lt;br /&gt;now everyone wants that disorder&lt;br /&gt;so they can ace their tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Choo is rude, that's final&lt;br /&gt;there seems to be so few words to describe her&lt;br /&gt;precisely because she is beyond that already&lt;br /&gt;if i get her for my form teacher again next year&lt;br /&gt;i swear, i am going to stage a rebellion&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha, with everyone else of course&lt;br /&gt;she makes us all sick to the bone&lt;br /&gt;let's backtrack to wednesday afternoon ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa &amp; I spot teachers heading down to the canteen&lt;br /&gt;for their buffet lunch (which didn't look that great)&lt;br /&gt;so we guessed Ms. Choo might be there&lt;br /&gt;we played peek-a-boo and found her sitting with Mr. Ang&lt;br /&gt;that's worse than being unsociable, that's a flat zero&lt;br /&gt;we walked over to their table with this huge&lt;br /&gt;idiotic grin on our faces, we tried to hide it but failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: Hello Ms. Choo (false enthusiasm)&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Choo: looks up from a plate of ? (i only saw the veg)&lt;br /&gt;Us: we're here to collect our report book&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Choo: do you have what you owe me?&lt;br /&gt;Us: uh, yes&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Choo: come back in 5-10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went over to buy my books&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later ,&lt;br /&gt;Us: Ms. CHOOOO! 10 minutes up alreadyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Choo: (looks up from bowl of red &lt;em&gt;disgusting&lt;/em&gt; dessert)&lt;br /&gt;                    wait la, let me finish my dessert&lt;br /&gt;Us: fine&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all this while Mr. Ang just kept quiet, ahahha&lt;br /&gt;it was really hilarious&lt;br /&gt;he knows usssss, he's pretending not too&lt;br /&gt;hell, even tessa's in his history class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tomorrow i'm going to wish i was at home&lt;br /&gt;this whole week, i've been stuffing myself non-stop&lt;br /&gt;this needs to stop&lt;br /&gt;i am certainly not paranoid,&lt;br /&gt;you can never be sure when you're going to hit-the-roof&lt;br /&gt;HELP!, i feel so heavy &amp; bloated ):&lt;br /&gt;it's so nerve-wrecking, OhGosh&lt;br /&gt;i might have to do that meditating thing val does&lt;br /&gt;how does she do it again?&lt;br /&gt;my mom wants me to sign up for yoga lessons&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;joke&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe, i'm not flexible as it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; guess what&lt;br /&gt;i've thought about the &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas present i can get for everyone&lt;br /&gt;haha now i need to go search for nice ones&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps, if i feel up to it and time is in my favour&lt;br /&gt;i'll hand make it&lt;br /&gt;which means a trip to the art shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere Out There&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beneath the pale moon light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone's saying a prayer that we'll find one another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in that big somewhere out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And even though I know how very far apart we are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it helps to think we might be wishing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the same bright star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lullaby, it helps to think we're sleeping underneath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the same big sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somwhere out there if love can see us through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we'll be together somewhere out there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where dreams come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ain't it sweet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just imagine a lonely little mouse singing that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AWWww, how touching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;skimming through my previous entries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i realise that i made spelling mistakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;grammatical errors and maybe left out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;some punctuations here &amp; there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for that, i'll apologise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;usually when i read writings written by others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if it indeed has some mistakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll automatically correct it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;habit from long ago i guess,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i want to attend mass tomorrow instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of on Sunday, whyyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't particularly take to waking up early on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday mornings especially after spending the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;previous night outttt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't stop falling in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116438229531051724?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116438229531051724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116438229531051724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116438229531051724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116438229531051724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/contradictory.html' title='CONTRADICTORY ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116436288084231585</id><published>2006-11-24T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T02:08:00.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.MONK ;</title><content type='html'>MONK IS SO DAMN GOOD,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now i'm off to get an equally good bra&lt;br /&gt;for tomorrow's wedding&lt;br /&gt;i've to hit the gym&lt;br /&gt;the stupid meter is reading off like crazy&lt;br /&gt;keeps on heading east&lt;br /&gt;time to hurry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116436288084231585?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116436288084231585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116436288084231585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116436288084231585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116436288084231585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/mrmonk.html' title='Mr.MONK ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116412089374504094</id><published>2006-11-21T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T01:48:13.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCEdance ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/1600/459321/champagne%20glasses%20;.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5094/2179/320/599441/champagne%20glasses%20%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;grab as we walk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- yiwei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was funny&lt;br /&gt;i think i saw so many girls from Saint Margs&lt;br /&gt;it kinda looked like a mini school fair&lt;br /&gt;i am so fat and sqad bo5tghej&lt;br /&gt;michelle's so fat and sqad bo5tghej&lt;br /&gt;she's lkhkjhlakjbg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked to Paragon to look for &lt;em&gt;the dress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after 2 hours or so, much trying on&lt;br /&gt;and debate, i decided to purchase&lt;br /&gt;this dress with a ultra-long sash going round your neck&lt;br /&gt;and all the way down your back&lt;br /&gt;cos it's unique and alllll/&lt;br /&gt;oh, i have to thank yiwei &amp; grace&lt;br /&gt;for your dedication and time&lt;br /&gt;they were acting wardrobe managers for that day&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it was so difficult to decide on the &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; one&lt;br /&gt;this was either too lose,&lt;br /&gt;or they didn't have the right size&lt;br /&gt;that was either too kinky at the back,&lt;br /&gt;or the design was way off&lt;br /&gt;et cetera ;i know i'm down-right fussy&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to emphasize that enough&lt;br /&gt;i'll promise a drawing of the dress, as best as i can&lt;br /&gt;haahhha, i rarely keep my promises&lt;br /&gt;so don't get your hopes too high up&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'll have to stick to this one won't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are as bland as a vegetable dish&lt;br /&gt;without sauce or a salad without its usual dressing&lt;br /&gt;that just popped up, in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school today,&lt;br /&gt;finally received my report book after &lt;strong&gt;thhhhhat&lt;/strong&gt; long&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Choo is without a doubt, a real pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;i hope she "accidentally" chances upon this&lt;br /&gt;"she gave us her grumpy face, with her rolling eyeballs&lt;br /&gt;they looked as if they were about to roll out of her head&lt;br /&gt;or, .. does she even have a head?" - mitch&lt;br /&gt;she could do with a punch to the centre of her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i'm only flying off to God-knows-where&lt;br /&gt;after the 7th of December&lt;br /&gt;cos that's when my piano exam is scheduled&lt;br /&gt;and my mom wants me to practice before that&lt;br /&gt;so no holiday for me, yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 ; Clarissa's&lt;br /&gt;07 ; Practical Examination&lt;br /&gt;09 ; StMarg's band concert&lt;br /&gt;10 ; Piano concert&lt;br /&gt;11 ; Tennis date&lt;br /&gt;12 ; Calvin's&lt;br /&gt;16 ; Christmas service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's get out of here&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to cold storage&lt;br /&gt;&amp; get sushies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caution: Red-hot lover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116412089374504094?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116412089374504094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116412089374504094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116412089374504094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116412089374504094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/dancedance.html' title='DANCEdance ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116392767433941010</id><published>2006-11-19T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T05:35:48.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAR WASH ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/200353832-001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/200353832-001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;she makes it her business to know everyone's affairs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- amanda to mila, mila to amanda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for the way you look, at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one i see&lt;br /&gt;V is very very extraodinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you can love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody please tell me what's the name of the cartoon show&lt;br /&gt;that starrs this lonely mouse who sings&lt;br /&gt;"somewhere out there.."&lt;br /&gt;because i've got to remember that &lt;em&gt;lonely&lt;/em&gt; feeling&lt;br /&gt;&amp; learn how to express it&lt;br /&gt;oh, but i do know how &lt;em&gt;loneliness&lt;/em&gt; feels like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my game today&lt;br /&gt;it was so damn enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;in fact, it was the best i've had so far&lt;br /&gt;i had one-to-one coaching so i got to hit&lt;br /&gt;lots of balls, and i managed to perfect my strokes&lt;br /&gt;so that everytime a ball comes hurling towards me&lt;br /&gt;i smack it across perfectly&lt;br /&gt;&amp; gosh, i felt so high&lt;br /&gt;it had to be &lt;strong&gt;esctasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to experience the exact feeling&lt;br /&gt;then only would you understand how i felt&lt;br /&gt;it was like &lt;em&gt;turn, loop, contact,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"praaaakkk", &lt;em&gt;ball goes across the court&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the coach couldn't catch some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so happy today&lt;br /&gt;everything was so great&lt;br /&gt;(except the ... )&lt;br /&gt;Mila intends to join tennis by December (:&lt;br /&gt;lovelllly, now we can sneak up on Rachel&lt;br /&gt;i saw her today, she looked so happy to see me&lt;br /&gt;tells us how much we all miss school huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was out the whole day i think&lt;br /&gt;from mass in the morning&lt;br /&gt;followed by shopping @ Paragon &amp; Robinsons&lt;br /&gt;where i saw some really beautiful dresses&lt;br /&gt;i want an &lt;u&gt;expandable&lt;/u&gt; wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;then headed down to IKEA for lunch&lt;br /&gt;OhMyGodxzx, the restuarant there is hotdamn nice&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the food there tasted just as delicious too&lt;br /&gt;plus i like the setting&lt;br /&gt;let's go there one day for lunch-outs okkk&lt;br /&gt;i think there's a straight bus service from school&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha, this is planning for the future&lt;br /&gt;those damn meatballs turn me on high-time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to rush back to church for some youth thing&lt;br /&gt;which turned out to be really unexpected&lt;br /&gt;cos it wasn't even fun&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to find things to keep myself occupied&lt;br /&gt;okay, it wasn't as fun as those ..&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i've got high expectations&lt;br /&gt;i'm invited for christmas services (:&lt;br /&gt;do we get to sing the songs we sang during lessons&lt;br /&gt;cos we were so hotdamn bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm obsessed with the sound of smacking tennis&lt;br /&gt;balls across the court&lt;br /&gt;what other explanation is there?&lt;br /&gt;aggghhHHhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am so disappointed to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i had actually thought it true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a fool i must be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116392767433941010?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116392767433941010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116392767433941010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116392767433941010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116392767433941010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/car-wash.html' title='CAR WASH ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116385492615615582</id><published>2006-11-18T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T05:02:06.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIP IT ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/hook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/hook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;you can't control relationships&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- my pleasant chinese tutor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, something really fishy is going on in school&lt;br /&gt;they (the staff/admin) are becoming really edgy&lt;br /&gt;and irritating, it's beginning to be such a headache&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't receive my report book on friday because&lt;br /&gt;Ms. ChooYeowPeng was stuck in a meeting&lt;br /&gt;and she refused to get out for a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;she, is a really lousy newbie&lt;br /&gt;fancy being scared of that huge melon who is&lt;br /&gt;so very extremely sardonic&lt;br /&gt;this is tempting me to get into trouble&lt;br /&gt;i love a little challenge sometimes especially when&lt;br /&gt;i'm nearly suffocating here because of this thing called boredom&lt;br /&gt;therefore, friday's trip to school was wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i had a dime&lt;br /&gt;japanese food reminds me of evil&lt;br /&gt;it's so small, yet makes you feel so full and sated&lt;br /&gt;we walked into this bookshop and browsed through&lt;br /&gt;gossip magazines, decided to switch course&lt;br /&gt;and went under the self-improvement section&lt;br /&gt;keep on guessing what got us so tickled and&lt;br /&gt;well, i was glued to a few particular pages of the book&lt;br /&gt;inggrid didn't dare look hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i never knew hosanna was so perverted (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the make-up store wasn't any better&lt;br /&gt;the powder kept coming loooose&lt;br /&gt;and i got my hands full of some glittery stuff&lt;br /&gt;which i care not to find out what&lt;br /&gt;if i recall, we sprayed each other with perfume&lt;br /&gt;uh, hosanna turned out the worst&lt;br /&gt;how many bees did you attract hosanna?&lt;br /&gt;how many heads did you turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be confusing and full of complexity at times&lt;br /&gt;which always leaves us to be rather intrigued yet&lt;br /&gt;baffled at the same time&lt;br /&gt;more often than not, we push the plate to others&lt;br /&gt;completely insensitive to the feelings and issues&lt;br /&gt;the other party is facing&lt;br /&gt;one can argue that that is human nature&lt;br /&gt;and it's not uncommon to see such things&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it isn't always true is it?&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is because we refuse to accept our wrongdoings&lt;br /&gt;arrogance is good, not too much though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, on the other hand, am feeling pleased with myself today&lt;br /&gt;oh, i didn't accomplish anything but i righted certain events&lt;br /&gt;December seems to be the month-of-the-concerts&lt;br /&gt;so should i participate in the upcoming piano recital concert?&lt;br /&gt;you tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week i have to do something really important&lt;br /&gt;but first i've got to search for someone who is&lt;br /&gt;to accompany me out&lt;br /&gt;i've got to buy a nice, formal dress for my cousin's&lt;br /&gt;wedding dinner this saturday&lt;br /&gt;i hope the food's good (:&lt;br /&gt;according to amanda's daddy, no &lt;u&gt;kinky&lt;/u&gt; dresses&lt;br /&gt;hell, if i buy a new dress&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to convince my dad to get me matching/new shoes&lt;br /&gt;and no more of that you-have-too-many-pairs lecture&lt;br /&gt;damn, i would very much like to design my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should rayna become a fashion-designer, she has promised&lt;br /&gt;her first &amp; nicest dress to me&lt;br /&gt;and michelle has already signed on my stuff&lt;br /&gt;just in case she becomes famous one day&lt;br /&gt;which isn't really the case, cos she's more&lt;br /&gt;likely to become infamous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember my idea for our end-year Prom?&lt;br /&gt;a masquerade ball ;&lt;br /&gt;i just cross my fingers the exco don't screw this up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i find myself missing the old me&lt;br /&gt;the old times, the old things&lt;br /&gt;than i think about certain things now&lt;br /&gt;and i shake my head and say,&lt;br /&gt;but if it was then, i won't have these things&lt;br /&gt;keep your friends close, &amp; your enemies even closer&lt;br /&gt;what a frustrating thing to do&lt;br /&gt;OhGosh, inggrid had 76 for headstart's a-math test&lt;br /&gt;ohright, so what?&lt;br /&gt;hosanna got 92&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MINE BACK RIGHT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to barge into Ms. HoWaiYu's house&lt;br /&gt;gah, i don't even know where she stays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's either this or that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116385492615615582?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116385492615615582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116385492615615582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116385492615615582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116385492615615582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/trip-it.html' title='TRIP IT ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116368937877463912</id><published>2006-11-16T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:02:58.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM ;</title><content type='html'>Pamela, you should be totally honoured&lt;br /&gt;because i don't usually do these kind of things&lt;br /&gt;when people ask me to&lt;br /&gt;i only decided to do this because, i'm plain bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Single, taken or crushing?&lt;br /&gt;    oh, those are too simple already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;    Mostly, depends on what you're talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him/her fast?&lt;br /&gt;    The only reason i'ld ever fall for a guy fast would be beacuse he dances the ballet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;    No, let me check.. it's still intact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe that there are some circumstances, where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;br /&gt;    you mean &lt;u&gt;flings&lt;/u&gt;? oh, perfectly acceptable&lt;br /&gt;    hey, one needs some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you take someone back even if he/she cheats on you?&lt;br /&gt;     Of Course, Why Not? i love playing games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you talked about marriage to someone else before?&lt;br /&gt;    No. But i have talked about marraige to somebodies before&lt;br /&gt;    hahhaha, all the lovely body-guards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;     Hopefully, twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many?&lt;br /&gt;    Two pairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you consider adoption?&lt;br /&gt;      Only under really horrible drastic conditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If someone likes you now, what do you think is the best way for him/her to let you know his/her feelings?&lt;br /&gt;      Good Question! Buy me icecream (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you enjoy getting into relationships?&lt;br /&gt;      Depends la, if you're nice and you last 3 weeks, &amp; you're nicer than L---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;      I could dream (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe you can changed someone?&lt;br /&gt;      Positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could get married somewhere, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;      Honeymoon in Rome (: i love it there, and uh, wedding dinner on a luxury ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you give in easily when fighting?&lt;br /&gt;      No, No, Noooo. Unless you're special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have feelings for anyone now?&lt;br /&gt;      Huh, like anger, jealousy, pity or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you ever wish that you could have had someone but you messed it up?&lt;br /&gt;      Messy is Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever broken a heart?&lt;br /&gt;      I shan't answer that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If one day your best friend falls in love with the guy/girl you are deeply in love with, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;       Firstly, i don't know what love is because no one seems to be able to&lt;br /&gt;       clearly define it and i haven't experience it so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you missing anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;      Honestly? Yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116368937877463912?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116368937877463912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116368937877463912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116368937877463912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116368937877463912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/random.html' title='RANDOM ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116359760440047801</id><published>2006-11-15T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T04:23:13.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEASON TO BE JOYFUL ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/christmas%20;.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/christmas%20%3B.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is barely round the corner&lt;br /&gt;for one thing, i can hardly wait&lt;br /&gt;which means i've got to get through all the other&lt;br /&gt;stuff first before it comes around&lt;br /&gt;Christmas tree's up, and we're going shopping soon&lt;br /&gt;it is interesting how everytime my dad brings us&lt;br /&gt;out for the seasonal christmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;it always results in me buying my stuff&lt;br /&gt;which makes the guys really hard up on going shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never really liked those stiff imposing&lt;br /&gt;Christmas trees where it's either over-decorated&lt;br /&gt;or way too bare&lt;br /&gt;and the decorations are all wrong&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to find a good one now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got tons of homework waiting to be done&lt;br /&gt;i haven't touched a textbook in weeks&lt;br /&gt;i can't skip homework anymore cos the subjects are&lt;br /&gt;still the same next year&lt;br /&gt;oh, have you all seen the &lt;em&gt;stupid english quiz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set by that geek of an idiot?&lt;br /&gt;by the sixth question, i couldn't be bothered anymore&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll ever attempt it a second time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've been thinking really hard&lt;br /&gt;what should i get as appropriate christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;for everyone?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew, i haven't yet come up with an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't it snow here?&lt;br /&gt;maybe climatic changes would be so drastic&lt;br /&gt;snow might someday fall in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;hahaha fat hopes&lt;br /&gt;but it wouldn't hurt to hope would it?&lt;br /&gt;not like it hurts to think too much&lt;br /&gt;i wish my dad would bring us to Europe&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't want to say a thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116359760440047801?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116359760440047801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116359760440047801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116359760440047801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116359760440047801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/season-to-be-joyful.html' title='SEASON TO BE JOYFUL ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116359656024610353</id><published>2006-11-15T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:16:00.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE A ROSE ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/Candy_bleeding_heart_by_Silvery_Lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/Candy_bleeding_heart_by_Silvery_Lily.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;why can't they just stick to one thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- incredulous kim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It must have been love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's over now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay a whisper on my pillow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave the winter on the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wake up lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is there a silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the bedroom and all around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Touch me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and dream away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It must have been love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's over now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it must have been good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i lost it somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it must have been love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's  over now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the moment we touched&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the time that ran out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make believing we're together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i'm sheltered by your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but in and outside i turn to water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a teardrop &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in your palm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;winter's day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think choruses are the most boring part&lt;br /&gt;as i sat in front of the television watching princess hours&lt;br /&gt;last evening, i can imagine why they must like that show pretty much&lt;br /&gt;i pictured inggrid sitting on her couch/sofa and squealing&lt;br /&gt;at that particular part of the episode&lt;br /&gt;and having that dreamy look on her face&lt;br /&gt;sometimes watching dramas with your friends just crack you up&lt;br /&gt;the right way, you laugh at their foolishness yet you&lt;br /&gt;know that it's very real and happening&lt;br /&gt;oh that just reminds me of cracking an egg the right way&lt;br /&gt;my brother took so long to get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't believe mila could tell that i wasn't me&lt;br /&gt;okay, now i can&lt;br /&gt;i just typed three lines and she could tell&lt;br /&gt;spot on what it was&lt;br /&gt;it's feels good to know that people can actually discern&lt;br /&gt;whether or not you're upside down or hanging on a tree branch&lt;br /&gt;whatthehell am i talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe i have a horrible reputation&lt;br /&gt;all that being late for meetings and what not&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll try harder the next time&lt;br /&gt;hot chocolate and snuggling underneath my blanket&lt;br /&gt;doesn't seem to help&lt;br /&gt;but i fell asleep anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i finally have books to keep me busy&lt;br /&gt;i won't have to walk around the house&lt;br /&gt;like some trapped pigeon trying to find the right&lt;br /&gt;spot to defecate upon&lt;br /&gt;birdshit freaks everyone outtt&lt;br /&gt;i had an eventful day today&lt;br /&gt;( i think i enjoyed myself)&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be lesson packed&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the days that follow?&lt;br /&gt;i think it's going to be interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring down at people can be pretty fun&lt;br /&gt;especially if you know that you're much uh,&lt;br /&gt;whatever ;&lt;br /&gt;it's just fun &amp; perkkky&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i just love stretching my words&lt;br /&gt;and you narrow your eyes at them&lt;br /&gt;give your "i'm pissed with the entire world which means you"&lt;br /&gt;look and it gets to them a helluva lot&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely no idea why some people just find&lt;br /&gt;it such a chore to open their mouths and utter a few simple words&lt;br /&gt;forget about the basic courtesy thing&lt;br /&gt;it has nothing to do with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's say for example,&lt;br /&gt;you're standing between bookshelves in a book shop&lt;br /&gt;and person X wants to pass through&lt;br /&gt;why doesn't X say "excuse me" instead of standing there&lt;br /&gt;staring at you as if you would know that he wants to be excused?!&lt;br /&gt;humans are so, very, puzzling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i could, i'll pause that section&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and replay it countless times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116359656024610353?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116359656024610353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116359656024610353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116359656024610353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116359656024610353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/like-rose.html' title='LIKE A ROSE ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116342665724896373</id><published>2006-11-13T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:04:17.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURN OVER ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/i_love_you_by_Aarequin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/i_love_you_by_Aarequin.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;it's alright, you can hit me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- coach at tennis practice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't cold then why am i feeling so cold?&lt;br /&gt;i am getting goosebumps too&lt;br /&gt;personal individual coaching can be kind of enriching&lt;br /&gt;and sorry i skipped the outing today&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling lazy&lt;br /&gt;ah, i have to make a trip down to the library&lt;br /&gt;books are on the top of the list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me flip open the bible&lt;br /&gt;ok, just now after dinner i flipped it open&lt;br /&gt;and i came across this somewhat interesting paragraph&lt;br /&gt;(oh, in case you're wondering, it happened to be on the dining table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid getting into debt, except the debt of mutual love. If you love your fellow men you have carried out your obligations. All the commandments: &lt;em&gt;You shall not commit adultery, you shall not kill, you shall not steal, you shall not covet, &lt;/em&gt;and so on are summed up in this single command: &lt;em&gt;You must love your neighbour as yourself.&lt;/em&gt; Love is the one thing that cannot hurt your neighbour; that is why it is the answer to every one of the commandments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's for you hosanna, and everyone at the back&lt;br /&gt;and, agh, just everyone else&lt;br /&gt;especially rayna, hahhaha, stop throwing rubber dust already&lt;br /&gt;see i almost broke your eraser&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i broke it&lt;br /&gt;i'll be a &lt;u&gt;double friend&lt;/u&gt; to you all&lt;br /&gt;so don't transfer school&lt;br /&gt;inggrid, time to have a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go for bitch movie-watching already&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time?&lt;br /&gt;oh, with that lisaaa&lt;br /&gt;shitlah, my lisa essay&lt;br /&gt;i cannot believe i forgot to include feigned &amp; mocked&lt;br /&gt;gah gah gah gah gah&lt;br /&gt;but that blur ChangWaiMan is so cute&lt;br /&gt;i could eat her up like a ManTou (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm glad i have people to turn to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116342665724896373?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116342665724896373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116342665724896373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116342665724896373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116342665724896373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/turn-over.html' title='TURN OVER ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116331628162775043</id><published>2006-11-11T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:30:48.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HURRRRTS ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/CHASING%20CARS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/CHASING%20CARS.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and as i'm lying in my bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thoughts running through my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; i know that love is dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm loving &lt;u&gt;angels&lt;/u&gt; instead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me anything&lt;br /&gt;or you're going to walk head-on into a lamp post&lt;br /&gt;i have a headache just thinking about this&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't seem to hurt&lt;br /&gt;why doesn't it hurt?!&lt;br /&gt;i want it to&lt;br /&gt;at least then i'll go to sleep and stop thinking already&lt;br /&gt;sleeping is worse though&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt about - last night&lt;br /&gt;then when i woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;i thought to myself "shit, how did this happen"&lt;br /&gt;somehow i like the thought of that particular dream&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it might come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm not being too selfish or anything&lt;br /&gt;apenas deseo sostenerle y no dejarle ir&lt;br /&gt;thing is, is my hand slippery or is it you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je saisirai français, puisque c'est une langue romantique.&lt;br /&gt;Je devrais avoir juste appris le français,&lt;br /&gt;c'aurait été si facile alors, et je peux alors maudire en français&lt;br /&gt;(for best fit, translate to french)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;em&gt;ich liebe du&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116331628162775043?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116331628162775043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116331628162775043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116331628162775043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116331628162775043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hurrrrts.html' title='HURRRRTS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116331198791924301</id><published>2006-11-11T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:40:34.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUSPENSE ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/INTENSE_by_SubterfugeMalaises.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/INTENSE_by_SubterfugeMalaises.0.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;she will stab back people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- gaby at jumbo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas tree's up, i can hear the jingling&lt;br /&gt;sounds, and hopefully no more glass balls will break&lt;br /&gt;everyone is almost celebrating christmas now&lt;br /&gt;even the shops are offering "Christmas Special Prices"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a crammy full day&lt;br /&gt;maybe i hated it a little&lt;br /&gt;because i woke up so early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;just to go for some school event&lt;br /&gt;which turned out to be a total kill-joy&lt;br /&gt;and a complete waste of time&lt;br /&gt;it was so boring we had to occupy ourselves&lt;br /&gt;playing with everything&lt;br /&gt;&amp; they koped my stuff and had a manicure session&lt;br /&gt;hahhha, funnny&lt;br /&gt;pamela doesn't know how to apply nail polish&lt;br /&gt;and she's infatuated with the buffer set&lt;br /&gt;poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got wet in the ugh rain because&lt;br /&gt;the stupid monsoons are bloody stubborn&lt;br /&gt;Ms. LEEKarHiang didn't want to let us off early&lt;br /&gt;she kept keeping us in lahhh&lt;br /&gt;which was so bad&lt;br /&gt;cos cheryl's umbrella didn't even work&lt;br /&gt;it's like even with the umbrella, the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;the rain towards you&lt;br /&gt;so you still end up getting drenched&lt;br /&gt;welllll, i was dead-drenched since i volunteered&lt;br /&gt;to go flag a cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to imagine Singapore without a proper drainage system&lt;br /&gt;say 20 years ago&lt;br /&gt;i'ld been able to swim in months&lt;br /&gt;we had our last final catechism class yesterday&lt;br /&gt;jerome is such an asshole&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to let him sit on me&lt;br /&gt;whhhat, he's probably heavier than i am&lt;br /&gt;had to rush off to East Coast for Yiwei's &lt;u&gt;birthday dinner&lt;/u&gt; after that&lt;br /&gt;the food was so good, we ate till we had obvious tummies&lt;br /&gt;obviously, i realised something again&lt;br /&gt;St. Margaret's girls help each other even if they don't know them&lt;br /&gt;it's so cool lah, we talked about schoool stuff ;&lt;br /&gt;okay too vague&lt;br /&gt;school people hahhha the three-five kids were already&lt;br /&gt;planning who to sit with next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for ME?&lt;br /&gt;ah, i'll wait for next year to come&lt;br /&gt;leave everything in oh-seven for oh-seven&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't bother me that much anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;i never knew you had to pay for wet tissues!&lt;br /&gt;(gasps in horror) these people really know how to make money&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to walk over to Gelare&lt;br /&gt;after a major huge 15-min debate&lt;br /&gt;which included trying to flag this maxi cab&lt;br /&gt;OhMyGod, maxicabs are majorly &lt;strong&gt;maxxxi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the price, the cab &amp; the driver also! ):&lt;br /&gt;then we decided yet again to walk on the mainroad&lt;br /&gt;cos the pathway looked really scary with all the trees&lt;br /&gt;and we don't want to get raped like michelle wants to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on a perfectly normal school day&lt;/em&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mitch: ohno, hooow, i don't want to go home on my own&lt;br /&gt;amanda: why not? it's just a bus ride&lt;br /&gt;mitch: what if i get raped?&lt;br /&gt;amanda: hahhha, RAPED? YOU?&lt;br /&gt;who wants to rape you?&lt;br /&gt;mitch: i know you do&lt;br /&gt;amanda: whatever, i'll leave you on the bus to get raped then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backkk ,&lt;br /&gt;uhm, we got totally kicked up by table soccer&lt;br /&gt;i think it's so much more fun than literally soccer&lt;br /&gt;we kept screaming then some slappable kids told us&lt;br /&gt;"in very polite terms to keep quiet"&lt;br /&gt;bah, go to hell&lt;br /&gt;i've been staying out late these few days&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel so very sick&lt;br /&gt;(maybe it doesn't have anything to do with that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&gt; TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i practically spent half my day in church&lt;br /&gt;God knows doing what&lt;br /&gt;because my dad didn't want to make countless tripes&lt;br /&gt;to church, so he decided to drop us off all&lt;br /&gt;and pick us up all together&lt;br /&gt;smart huh, at my expense obviously&lt;br /&gt;and i had to eat breakfast there&lt;br /&gt;such a huge breakfast it was&lt;br /&gt;i got a stomach ache after thhhat&lt;br /&gt;when i went for mass, i think i was being a spoil-sport&lt;br /&gt;i stood with my elbows on the rest&lt;br /&gt;i must have looked awfully short ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i went for two masses&lt;br /&gt;although one isn't really counted&lt;br /&gt;i sat down all the way&lt;br /&gt;people are confused at how we actually bother&lt;br /&gt;to get up so early to go to church in the morning&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm used to it&lt;br /&gt;then i tried spying on someone which didn't really work&lt;br /&gt;since my stomach hurt real bad&lt;br /&gt;and the congregation kept staring at me&lt;br /&gt;ah, they're just envious&lt;br /&gt;bytheway, if you ever dare say my (piano) playing sucks&lt;br /&gt;i'll wallop you straight upside down&lt;br /&gt;i've been playing for ten years&lt;br /&gt;of course it's good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually like church&lt;br /&gt;that's so amazing isn't it&lt;br /&gt;hahhha, must be all that morning devotions&lt;br /&gt;and fidgety movements&lt;br /&gt;although we don't get to do praise &amp; worship&lt;br /&gt;but it's okkk!ay&lt;br /&gt;i've been wishing certain people to hell&lt;br /&gt;this is so bad of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacey's mom has got it going on..&lt;br /&gt;STACEY JODIEEEEeee CHEW LI ZHI&lt;br /&gt;don't boast about your bag craze&lt;br /&gt;i've got my shoe craze&lt;br /&gt;i'm a freaking fanatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;BEAT THAT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my security guards are closing in on me&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of bittergourd hahhha&lt;br /&gt;i pinched this from cheryl's ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;supposed to talk abt air pollutn and environment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; but ended up talking with nicole and tessa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;talking abt amanda and how many flings she &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will have and us getting married and with children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look what they've been doing&lt;br /&gt;hahhha, this is called The Energy&lt;br /&gt;wonder where they get it from&lt;br /&gt;i haven't flung anyone yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't feel like headstart ended&lt;br /&gt;i want a class &amp; christmas party&lt;br /&gt;screw michelle's lah,&lt;br /&gt;it's like a light switch that flickers on &amp;amp; off&lt;br /&gt;forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the world is waiting for the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116331198791924301?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116331198791924301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116331198791924301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116331198791924301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116331198791924301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/suspense_11.html' title='SUSPENSE ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116317085179739855</id><published>2006-11-10T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T07:00:52.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARTINI ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/hello_my_name_is_heartache.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/hello_my_name_is_heartache.0.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mandddda chen, i think ms chan has the hots for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- jamie in the toilet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to die if that really happens,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be hiding away in one of those toilet cubicles&lt;br /&gt;trying so damn hard to hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;chem test was pretty easy because you didn't really have&lt;br /&gt;to study and you still could answer the questions&lt;br /&gt;ms siti didn't take lesson so that flat teacher took over instead&lt;br /&gt;and i could eat my colourful cereals then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e/math was really funny&lt;br /&gt;we spent the first half of the hour doing our test&lt;br /&gt;i got restless so i came up with something to pre-occupy myself&lt;br /&gt;i used my ruler to poke michelle's butt through the chair hole&lt;br /&gt;so funny lah, she kept trying to catch it&lt;br /&gt;we were discussing about how ms chan looks like a ---&lt;br /&gt;the second half hour was spent marking our test papers&lt;br /&gt;and she made some remark about how much i like standing&lt;br /&gt;like (she can go straight to hell) whatisherproblem anyway?&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't really hear what she said&lt;br /&gt;since i was trying to get my message across to &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; at the door&lt;br /&gt;then i found out that i got 72% for chinese&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy, i was probably grinning like a bloody idiot&lt;br /&gt;hahhha! well of course, everyone was equally shocked&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why, but deborah laughed as though her insides&lt;br /&gt;were tickled or something&lt;br /&gt;but i'm truly surprised anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Choochootrain was/is such a ugh&lt;br /&gt;she pointedly refused to return three-quater of the class&lt;br /&gt;their report books because we hadn't "settled out stuff"&lt;br /&gt;like i lost my term 1 &amp; 3 progress reports and library fine?&lt;br /&gt;scratch that, i'll never step into the library&lt;br /&gt;she wants us to go back to school next friday&lt;br /&gt;but i already saw my report book&lt;br /&gt;so i'm not going back for it&lt;br /&gt;oh, and what is with the "elective humanities &lt;u&gt;dipped&lt;/u&gt; somewhat"&lt;br /&gt;she must have been thinking of chocolate dip (:&lt;br /&gt;i didn't feed on ice cream today, disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lugged heavy books, files &amp; a chinese dictionary home&lt;br /&gt;because we had to clear the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, i got kim to help me carry some of my things&lt;br /&gt;lighten the load a little,&lt;br /&gt;i went over to her house and we made popcorn&lt;br /&gt;it smelt so sinful, but i think i'm kinda sick of popcorn now&lt;br /&gt;and we movie-marathoned just like the good ol' times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yiwei's card is a hit&lt;br /&gt;i hope she likes it&lt;br /&gt;neat is ugly&lt;br /&gt;messy is artistic&lt;br /&gt;grace took this from audrey hepburn&lt;br /&gt;"poise is knowing that you never walk alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll seduce you until my bones rattle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116317085179739855?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116317085179739855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116317085179739855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116317085179739855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116317085179739855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/martini.html' title='MARTINI ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116308268569918721</id><published>2006-11-09T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T06:31:26.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;s ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/read%20mail%20;.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/read%20mail%20%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;only when you have tears in your eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then do you get a rainbow in your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- some chinese saying i learnt today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've to practise the piano two hours every day&lt;br /&gt;from now onwards&lt;br /&gt;this is driving me nuts&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i painted my nails purplish red/white&lt;br /&gt;it's cool lah,&lt;br /&gt;ok, today's the ninth&lt;br /&gt;what do i do?!&lt;br /&gt;everyone's telling me to..&lt;br /&gt;and they even talked about me flinging&lt;br /&gt;are my friends cute or what (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped elective today to do geography&lt;br /&gt;but the &lt;u&gt;bollywood&lt;/u&gt; guy won't lend us&lt;br /&gt;the tablet pc so we stared daggers at his red dot&lt;br /&gt;not really, but really, we spent our time talking&lt;br /&gt;about everything from &lt;strong&gt;left &lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we kept jumping at every tiny sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms ho made the possibility of dropping from&lt;br /&gt;pure science to combined science so tempting&lt;br /&gt;it's like "you can score distinctions"&lt;br /&gt;ah, ah, ah, she's the devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;flippers&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;tests&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid monsoons get to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's the odds?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sixteen to one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116308268569918721?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116308268569918721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116308268569918721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116308268569918721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116308268569918721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/only-when-you-have-tears-in-your-eyes.html' title='&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;&amp;s ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116299603783760051</id><published>2006-11-08T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T06:27:18.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVA VOCE ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/MUD%20MASK%20;.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/MUD%20MASK%20%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our favourite time of the day, recess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- nicole cheekily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i've just had a spa&lt;br /&gt;i had a hot bath today until my mirror steamed up&lt;br /&gt;hahahha, too bad i don't get a bath-tub in my toilet&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should have chosen my brother's room&lt;br /&gt;because it has a huge bath-tub where you can practically sleep in&lt;br /&gt;but then it'ld be nearer the ground floor&lt;br /&gt;and all he sees outside his windows are the usual &amp; flowers&lt;br /&gt;not much fun huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms chan was totally onto me yesterday&lt;br /&gt;yes rayna, the world is unfair&lt;br /&gt;why does she always have to catch me&lt;br /&gt;i was merely laughing really sparodically and uhh&lt;br /&gt;maybe she got pissed because i pointed this toy-gun at her face&lt;br /&gt;ehhh/ michelle brought it to school&lt;br /&gt;and we kept loading-reloading it during lesson time&lt;br /&gt;so i had to stand for twenty bloody minutes during e-math&lt;br /&gt;i think i was dancing around and trying to switch on the fan&lt;br /&gt;(we were having a fan-squabble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with grace today to get yiwei's birthday present&lt;br /&gt;which was kinda good since i rarely get a chance to go out with her&lt;br /&gt;i hope kim's going for the party on saturday&lt;br /&gt;then i can go too (:&lt;br /&gt;after catechism class, whatakill/joy&lt;br /&gt;okay, i lied real bad there&lt;br /&gt;i spent almost all my money on food&lt;br /&gt;it was just too irresistable, and greeeat&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha, now i feel fat all over again&lt;br /&gt;the accidental bumping into rachel was funny&lt;br /&gt;it was like "hi rachel, hello aunty"&lt;br /&gt;&amp; today was some kind of direction day&lt;br /&gt;everyone seemed to ask us for directions&lt;br /&gt;maybe we look very knowledgable in terms of thiiis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chemistry ;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms siti made us sit and think of what we'll want to do in the future&lt;br /&gt;when there would be global warming &amp; enviromental issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms siti: almost all the animals would be extinct because it'll be too hot&lt;br /&gt;              for them to survive&lt;br /&gt;michelle: aiyah, i'll just shave off the polar bear's fur&lt;br /&gt;amanda: you mean, you'll train them to do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in ten years time,&lt;br /&gt;we'll be going to study vettish &amp; surgery respectively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in twenty years time,&lt;br /&gt;we'll take (doctor-ways according to michelle) to london&lt;br /&gt;and ride in horse-drawn carriages to rayna's townhouse&lt;br /&gt;where her butler will take our coats and lead us to the great hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fourty years time,&lt;br /&gt;ms siti will be coming to me to keep her alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that good or is that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;biology; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to do biology practical&lt;br /&gt;which included drawing our eye&lt;br /&gt;ms poh was being a fussy nag and kept telling&lt;br /&gt;me to attach my eye lashes properly&lt;br /&gt;and draw the hair properly&lt;br /&gt;pffft/ didn't know drawing an eye could be so.. tasking&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we had to cut up potato strips lah&lt;br /&gt;so you start seeing biology students&lt;br /&gt;transported to f&amp;amp;n class chopping potatos to the right&lt;br /&gt;lenght, width and height&lt;br /&gt;while i made potato cubes for hosanna's spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hosanna, don't transfer school ):&lt;br /&gt;you cannnnot leave me alone in a-math&lt;br /&gt;no one will laugh alongside me at ms ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to wrap my fingers around your neck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gingerly and squeeze the breath out of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for you don't deserve to live in this good ol' world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116299603783760051?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116299603783760051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116299603783760051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116299603783760051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116299603783760051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/viva-voce.html' title='VIVA VOCE ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116281914470636200</id><published>2006-11-06T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T05:19:04.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>APPOGIATURA ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/EVE%20&amp;%20ZOTIA%20;.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/EVE%20%26%20ZOTIA%20%3B.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;they're onto us! they are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- whispers from the back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see, first&lt;br /&gt;ms chan then&lt;br /&gt;ms lum then&lt;br /&gt;ms choo followed by&lt;br /&gt;mdm azizah and&lt;br /&gt;ms poh now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it isn't entirely our mouths&lt;br /&gt;we've got to do some kissing practice&lt;br /&gt;got lost today&lt;br /&gt;and i almost ended up in punggol&lt;br /&gt;which thankfully i had the foresight&lt;br /&gt;to press the bell to stop the bus&lt;br /&gt;or i'ld have landed up in some foreign part of this&lt;br /&gt;tiny island which only cheryl would be familiar with&lt;br /&gt;so we bused back to mac/ritchie&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i started to get impatient waiting for the&lt;br /&gt;slow lau bus&lt;br /&gt;it's hot damn lousy or something&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with it?!&lt;br /&gt;gah, but it finally arrived&lt;br /&gt;i was sorely tempted to be a rayna and cab there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream for dessert was great&lt;br /&gt;now i can boast even more&lt;br /&gt;haha, two weeks &amp; a day in a row&lt;br /&gt;what is that&lt;br /&gt;that's &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;em&gt;i'm a success&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letter correspondence is good&lt;br /&gt;it keeps me awake&lt;br /&gt;our geog project received some commendable remarks&lt;br /&gt;though i really couldn't follow any of the lessons today&lt;br /&gt;they just had to swoop e-math with english&lt;br /&gt;now we can't &lt;strong&gt;prawn&lt;/strong&gt; the lessons before recess&lt;br /&gt;to hide out in the library or our secret gambling den&lt;br /&gt;but to attend english lesson instead&lt;br /&gt;because ms lum will hunt us down even if she has&lt;br /&gt;to climb the rooftop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what, it's just way too obvious already&lt;br /&gt;three of us right at the back and the other two&lt;br /&gt;just in front missing&lt;br /&gt;uh huh, no chance&lt;br /&gt;but i want to prawn it la, the resort is interesting&lt;br /&gt;hello &lt;u&gt;THE STONE AGE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what do i say to you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i jump staccatoes everytime you're there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116281914470636200?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116281914470636200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116281914470636200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116281914470636200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116281914470636200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/appogiatura.html' title='APPOGIATURA ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116274407851697710</id><published>2006-11-05T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T09:42:35.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGELS &amp; AIRWAVES:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/71587704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/71587704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;roll your eyes more often, it's good exercise for the eye muscle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ms poh during one of the biology headstart lessons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's use the analogy of a car;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude is another key success in life. Having a good education but not possessing the right attitude is like a &lt;u&gt;beautiful car&lt;/u&gt; that has the best body shape, paintwork and the interior upholstery but a lousy engine. What will happen? The car will always break down and will not help you arrive at your destination on time&lt;br /&gt;adapted from "Amanda's Chemistry reflection"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i am officially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;AMANDA &lt;u&gt;ZOTIA&lt;/u&gt; CHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm going to change my nametag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;someone please remind me before i forget yet again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now the stupid old tu-tu chinese teacher can't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nag at me to sit up front&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cos i'll just say my name starts with a "Z"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so that's at the back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch Prison Break, i've heard that it's&lt;br /&gt;pretty good, and it has got lots of suspense too&lt;br /&gt;this morning i went to the gym&lt;br /&gt;which turned out to be surprisingly crowded&lt;br /&gt;considering it's a Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;(i had to go then cos confirmation mass was in the evening,&lt;br /&gt;and i missed tennis ): no more peeps at the cute coach)&lt;br /&gt;this guy was telling a woman on the cross-country machine&lt;br /&gt;to acheive her goal and not "let the machine dominate you"&lt;br /&gt;i was like whhhat, so i kept staring at him&lt;br /&gt;until he finally looked over then i looked away&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so these few guys were lifting weights&lt;br /&gt;and were discussing about the movie "Behind enemy lines"&lt;br /&gt;which went somthing like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "did you watch the show?"&lt;br /&gt;B/C: "Yeah yeah"&lt;br /&gt;A: "the guy is quite a superpower"&lt;br /&gt;B: "they were shooting at him but he never got hit once"&lt;br /&gt;C "especially during the helicopter scene, it's like bam-boom-bam but didn't get hit"&lt;br /&gt;A: "the evidence right.."&lt;br /&gt;C: "how many have you done?"&lt;br /&gt;B: "5.. 6.. 7.. omph"&lt;br /&gt;C: "pretty good, that's good already"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were to put on some emotion/thought googles&lt;br /&gt;you would be able to see some wierd symbols around my head&lt;br /&gt;reeallly, i just don't get the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;is it because i'm clueless or because guys are way too simple&lt;br /&gt;therefore they're not complicated &amp;amp; complex enough&lt;br /&gt;thus we can't be bothered to solve them?&lt;br /&gt;i love puzzles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lips of an angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116274407851697710?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116274407851697710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116274407851697710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116274407851697710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116274407851697710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/angels-airwaves.html' title='ANGELS &amp; AIRWAVES:'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116273861474537666</id><published>2006-11-05T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T06:56:54.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG TUMMY ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/CHEESOS..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/CHEESOS..jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;living the night live eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- inggrid enviously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinful food three days in a row&lt;br /&gt;really calls for confession&lt;br /&gt;today was dinner at crystal jade followed&lt;br /&gt;by dessert at swensens after confirmation mass&lt;br /&gt;de lovelies kept on calling me i had to excuse&lt;br /&gt;myself countless of times&lt;br /&gt;and i was so worried they were going to be late&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe confirmation is already over&lt;br /&gt;it's just so fast&lt;br /&gt;it's like a train knocked me down and i didn't even realise&lt;br /&gt;everyone says they expect me to be happy&lt;br /&gt;that it's over&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of all the times i didn't pay attention during&lt;br /&gt;lesson cos i was looking at (other) people&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i'll miss that&lt;br /&gt;probably the watercolour smell of the room as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway they were all so excited about the confirmation&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the presents &amp; for coming (:&lt;br /&gt;you all are so cute&lt;br /&gt;i love the ding-ding-dang-dang thing tessa&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the heartfelt letter mila&lt;br /&gt;plus the bits and pieces from hosanna rayna and nicole&lt;br /&gt;rayna kept on going on and on about how&lt;br /&gt;"unfair it is" and that "they don't suit each other"&lt;br /&gt;and her many "i want to kill her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;goldfish &amp; nugges&lt;/u&gt; but they just had to remind me&lt;br /&gt;about biology test tmrw, which i'ms o not going to study for&lt;br /&gt;since mila and i are too lazy to get out of our seats&lt;br /&gt;and chemistry? i shall be a car (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PORSCHE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;failed attempt to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116273861474537666?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116273861474537666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116273861474537666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116273861474537666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116273861474537666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/big-tummy.html' title='BIG TUMMY ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116256763231997047</id><published>2006-11-03T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T07:27:12.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NIGHT LIFE :</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/57634052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/57634052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my curiousity is a curse and a gift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Adrian Monk in Mr. Monk &amp; the employee of the month&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilled out at mitch's house after school&lt;br /&gt;because she dashed my hopes of going to town&lt;br /&gt;when her irritating stomachache occured again&lt;br /&gt;so oxy &amp; i headed down to her house&lt;br /&gt;where we bought lunch at macs&lt;br /&gt;and went to cold storage to get some stuff&lt;br /&gt;when we came out, it was raining&lt;br /&gt;(this happens everytime we go to mitch's house)&lt;br /&gt;so i deduced that she must be cursed, haha&lt;br /&gt;the taxi-driver had a different thought altogether though&lt;br /&gt;we bummed around, watched Mr. Monk&lt;br /&gt;which is really addictive and we all like it very much&lt;br /&gt;plus we ate non-spicy muruku, kinda anti climax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed home straight after to change&lt;br /&gt;for nicole's party&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet them at 615&lt;br /&gt;but i ended up meeting them at 700&lt;br /&gt;late as usual, that's my trademark (:&lt;br /&gt;however we found out later that my being late&lt;br /&gt;saved everyone&lt;br /&gt;for nicole called soon after i met them&lt;br /&gt;and said she wanted us to buy wire meshes&lt;br /&gt;cos "someone" forgot to get them&lt;br /&gt;so if i wasn't late, then we wouldn't have been able to&lt;br /&gt;get the wire-meshes, hence no barbeque ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bytheway, the party was so fun lah&lt;br /&gt;but the guard had to come hover around&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;pour sour milk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah, they planned it! THEY TOTALLY DID LAH&lt;br /&gt;OhMyGod, they wanted to throw me into the pool&lt;br /&gt;first, because i'm well, my register number is one&lt;br /&gt;i came up with the &lt;s&gt;seven days&lt;/s&gt; thing though&lt;br /&gt;hahhhaha, i fooled them quite a bit&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't get wet in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food was really freat&lt;br /&gt;and i want a fireplace in my room&lt;br /&gt;just so that i can grill marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;over the fire, until they're crispy on the outside&lt;br /&gt;but soft &amp; melted in the inside&lt;br /&gt;when you bite into it, freeeak!&lt;br /&gt;it's like so i'm-transported-to-a-world-without-worries&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha, it's really great&lt;br /&gt;we koped the sausages, and mila &amp;amp; i kept on&lt;br /&gt;going "soootoong balls, i wannnt"&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why, but everyone kept dumping&lt;br /&gt;sausages onto my plate&lt;br /&gt;(tessa, rayna, we ultra-ultra; sinned)&lt;br /&gt;i ate till i was so full, i couldn't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;and i kept whining to everyone&lt;br /&gt;i think they were kinda irritated haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks nicole! i had a tremendous time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umph, i need the gym tomorrow, seriously&lt;br /&gt;no more putting it off&lt;br /&gt;procrastinating exercise is the worse thing &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me,&lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting hosanna tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;at my club to discuss our geography project&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to come up with a design&lt;br /&gt;for a tourism resort&lt;br /&gt;agh, how bugging&lt;br /&gt;and i've got the tablet pc stuck with me&lt;br /&gt;(which is pretty good, except they don't have messenger and i can't download it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, huihui is so sweet&lt;br /&gt;she gave me a present for my confirmation&lt;br /&gt;when she saw me, which was the first thing in the&lt;br /&gt;morning when i arrived in school&lt;br /&gt;i shall get her candy (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm so contented that i have such nice friends&lt;br /&gt;who're willing to do &lt;em&gt;anything and everything&lt;/em&gt; for me&lt;br /&gt;(eg. hosanna lugging the laptop back home and to the party)&lt;br /&gt;not everyone is as lucky as i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bus;&lt;br /&gt;amanda: did you take 1702?&lt;br /&gt;(referring to the laptop number)&lt;br /&gt;hosanna: (understood it as 170 too)&lt;br /&gt;                  no, my father sent me&lt;br /&gt;amanda: (laughs uncontrollably)&lt;br /&gt;hosanna: (looks on dumbfounded)&lt;br /&gt;rayna: (looks on dumbfounded)&lt;br /&gt;michelle: (looks on dumbfounded for a few secs) hahhhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rayna didn't get it until i managed to get it out&lt;br /&gt;in between mirths of laugher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is climbing the hill so nice?&lt;br /&gt;what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; yes i dreamt of you too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116256763231997047?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116256763231997047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116256763231997047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116256763231997047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116256763231997047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/night-life.html' title='THE NIGHT LIFE :'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116251807585247256</id><published>2006-11-02T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T17:51:06.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PURE GEOG ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/200443099-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/200443099-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;go up and do your research&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- mdm azizah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhhaha, hello michelle (:&lt;br /&gt;are you doing your research?&lt;br /&gt;NOOO, you ARE researching on our proj, 0_o!&lt;br /&gt;ok, that was so michelle&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday's biology lesson was&lt;br /&gt;one in a milliony fun&lt;br /&gt;i seriously like this week, and headstart ain't that bad&lt;br /&gt;we learnt about the eye and coordination&lt;br /&gt;so ms poh brought torchlights and mirrors to class&lt;br /&gt;everyone ended up doing their hair&lt;br /&gt;right in the middle of lesson,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; ms poh found it highly amusing..&lt;br /&gt;uhh, mirrors in class are fun&lt;br /&gt;cos we kept manipulating them and ended up&lt;br /&gt;spying at people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your pupil widened! ," says rayna&lt;br /&gt;ms poh caught us playing with the torchlights&lt;br /&gt;she kept highlighting that we were checking our hair &amp; ears&lt;br /&gt;why does everyone pay so much attention to the back?!&lt;br /&gt;goodness, &lt;strong&gt;we had warfare in class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like we were using our torchlights to shine&lt;br /&gt;at the three others, and mirrors as our shields&lt;br /&gt;to reflect the light&lt;br /&gt;hahahha, plllus ms poh became our &lt;u&gt;star of the day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEESELS, but i bet she loved all that attention&lt;br /&gt;she's a natural whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heading to nicole's in a few hours time&lt;br /&gt;not after towning with the three lil pigs&lt;br /&gt;and their banana in tow first&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha, then my &lt;u&gt;chauffeur&lt;/u&gt; is coming to&lt;br /&gt;pick me up right at my doorstep&lt;br /&gt;pah, everyone's cashing in on my chauffeur&lt;br /&gt;what a freelooooader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, it's e-math now&lt;br /&gt;i'm already late, i've to run back to class ):&lt;br /&gt;bah, it's chanliyan soidon'treallycare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe if you open it a little wider&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you get to do it faster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116251807585247256?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116251807585247256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116251807585247256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116251807585247256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116251807585247256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/pure-geog.html' title='PURE GEOG ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116247625409169274</id><published>2006-11-02T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T06:04:14.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEY &amp; LOCK ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/b44261784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/b44261784.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;amanda! your potato salad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- hosanna all decked out in black &amp; green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell &lt;u&gt;head over heels in love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all over again today&lt;br /&gt;sigh, with a pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i think i reallyreallymanyreally(s) want it&lt;br /&gt;but it's like so costly and maybe i don't need it lah&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty! (:&lt;br /&gt;did half-an-hour speed shopping today&lt;br /&gt;in town and had to toss a coin to decide where we're&lt;br /&gt;going for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;we're such indecisive people when it comes to such things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone managed to survive four periods of chinese&lt;br /&gt;today only because we had a test, that's why&lt;br /&gt;we skipped one hour fifteen minutes of lesson&lt;br /&gt;excluding the preparation, the shifting et cetra&lt;br /&gt;and during chem i got really scared&lt;br /&gt;because ms siti gave another one of her &lt;strong&gt;talks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which are really positively horrible but encouraging&lt;br /&gt;if you get it&lt;br /&gt;it's really scary, and i'm scared&lt;br /&gt;she started talking about O-levels&lt;br /&gt;and they're pushing our O-levels forward&lt;br /&gt;like OhMyGod butwhatistheirproblem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to my first lesson with the new chinese tuition teacher&lt;br /&gt;it was so fun and interesting&lt;br /&gt;maybe because she's such a nice person living in a nice house&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;might just like chinese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, big shock huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole week's really interesting&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;where i'll be personally introduced&lt;br /&gt;to nicole's boyfriend, tucktcuk&lt;br /&gt;am i alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even the stars refuse to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.. you &amp; i collide ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you sniveling little bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i bet you're waiting round the corner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to catch me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116247625409169274?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116247625409169274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116247625409169274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116247625409169274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116247625409169274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/key.html' title='KEY &amp; LOCK ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116238969912107146</id><published>2006-11-01T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T06:01:39.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOP AROUND ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/Serenity_by_EvilxElf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/Serenity_by_EvilxElf.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;extend it for me ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- amanda to venetia with a lil touch of plead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to get this off my chest&lt;br /&gt;it's been bugging me for ages&lt;br /&gt;i would like to tell everyone that michelle has stupid&lt;br /&gt;theories that makes one go "shutupmichelllle"&lt;br /&gt;her latest: &lt;em&gt;as the new year unravels, old friends are lost and new friends are made&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffft, mine makes sense don't you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not only is ms chan onto us&lt;br /&gt;ms lum is too!&lt;br /&gt;she threatened to send us out of class if we&lt;br /&gt;opened out mouths again&lt;br /&gt;OhMyGod, but they're totally unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;the next time they say that,&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to ask them what is wrong with talking in class&lt;br /&gt;it's not like we're distracting the rest cos the&lt;br /&gt;rest aren't even distracted in the first place&lt;br /&gt;really, we're only talking to make the lesson more lively&lt;br /&gt;for ourselves, or would she rather us be &lt;u&gt;sleeping away&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during her classes?&lt;br /&gt;it is better for us to be talking and wide-awake&lt;br /&gt;because then when she says something important,&lt;br /&gt;at least we're awake to &lt;u&gt;catch it&lt;/u&gt; right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, i cannot understand them at all&lt;br /&gt;agh, every morning i've to listen to the big bully&lt;br /&gt;complain about her stomachaches and wanting to go home&lt;br /&gt;but i shall forgive her, since she's my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fly in a bucket of horsedung&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was totally drawn on my hand&lt;br /&gt;we get to design a tourism attraction&lt;br /&gt;on the tablet pcs!, ahhahha&lt;br /&gt;and hosanna &amp; i are so excited about our $5/hour&lt;br /&gt;work cos then we can load the money off and&lt;br /&gt;start shopping like craaazy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;bags, shoes, clothes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a wonder my eye-balls are still in&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i've been craving for icecream these few weeks&lt;br /&gt;let's see, i ate icecream everyday for the past week&lt;br /&gt;ahahha, is that fat or is that fat&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited for my gym-workout on saturday&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to slog it till my ass burns like hell on fire&lt;br /&gt;ok, that doesn't make no sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole week is packed to the max. ok&lt;br /&gt;take a peek ;&lt;br /&gt;friday- possibly outing, &amp; NICOLE'S PARTTTY!&lt;br /&gt;saturday- gym-workout &amp;amp; swim time&lt;br /&gt;sunday- dinner out after confirmation mass&lt;br /&gt;cheesels, i need to plan out some stuff&lt;br /&gt;ohoopsiesorry, not supposed to use stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is packed with tests&lt;br /&gt;and monday's lunch-out with mila was superb&lt;br /&gt;hahhha, what did mila say?&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, 'affairs of the heart"&lt;br /&gt;i'm an experto noooow&lt;br /&gt;want to know my theory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love is a drug because you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;become addicted to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i pay attention during biology lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so addiction is defined as something that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is given to you, but when taken away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you suffer from withdrawal symptoms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then only are you addicted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;therefore, i conclude that love is a drug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my theories make so much more sense that mitch's does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pah, take that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kristy's so cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i can't believe she thought the prefect's green collars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;could be attached and &lt;em&gt;de-attached&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that's hilairous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you send my heart racing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's running faster than a race-horse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116238969912107146?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116238969912107146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116238969912107146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116238969912107146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116238969912107146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hop-around.html' title='HOP AROUND ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116230171777619835</id><published>2006-10-31T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T05:35:20.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME(N)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/scan.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/scan.2.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;stop laughing already amanda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- rayna (managed to get it out before succumbing to laughter)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;especially during math lesson&lt;br /&gt;uh, last period&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;which made ms chan totally onto us&lt;br /&gt;she tried so hard to look grumpy but failed&lt;br /&gt;cos we made michelle do her i-can't-be-bothered looks&lt;br /&gt;and ms chan gave up&lt;br /&gt;(her mouth kept twitching)&lt;br /&gt;but i really couldn't hear what she was saying&lt;br /&gt;so i had no idea she was calling my name&lt;br /&gt;agh, and she made us stay back after class&lt;br /&gt;so she could talk to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms chan: is the lesson not challenging enough?&lt;br /&gt;amanda: uh, no&lt;br /&gt;ms chan: then, wht is it? especially you amanda, it's&lt;br /&gt;                 kind of embarrassing since i have &lt;u&gt;close-contacts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 with you&lt;br /&gt;michelle: (snorts) and (stars laughing in that stupid way of hers)&lt;br /&gt;amanda/rayna: (laughhhhs)&lt;br /&gt;ms chan: *grouchy look* and you michelle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OhMyGod, but e-math lesson totally makes my day&lt;br /&gt;lets see, we were laughing &lt;strong&gt;continuously&lt;/strong&gt; non-stop&lt;br /&gt;for about half-an-hour because we made each other laugh&lt;br /&gt;&amp; rayna says that i can't stop, i really cannn't&lt;br /&gt;i almost teared, so bad was my laughing fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love ms ho's cow shoooes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope it ends tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116230171777619835?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116230171777619835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116230171777619835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116230171777619835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116230171777619835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/men.html' title='ME(N)'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116212927495664804</id><published>2006-10-29T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T05:47:47.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE BELLS ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/pills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/pills.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;the height of their heads from the ground shows &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;their &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;level of interest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- kim on students of st margs during assemblies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish it's raining right now&lt;br /&gt;then it'll be a cold night&lt;br /&gt;with a strong breeze&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy today anyway, uh, cos some &lt;u&gt;right&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things happened, and i got to hit the balls&lt;br /&gt;during tennis lesson today from the ball machine&lt;br /&gt;which was pretty easy since the balls&lt;br /&gt;kept landing on the same spot&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't really have to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school tmrw&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to give more directions&lt;br /&gt;and eat more in class&lt;br /&gt;oh, i promised to bring bags of chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bytheway, everyone has given me different answers&lt;br /&gt;to my really puzzling question&lt;br /&gt;and my friends are all so cute,&lt;br /&gt;they're so excited, they thought my&lt;br /&gt;confirmation mass was today&lt;br /&gt;haha, dinner next sunday will be so great&lt;br /&gt;we'll visit the toilet soon after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the clock hands of all the clocks in the entire world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stops in a rebellious synchronized dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116212927495664804?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116212927495664804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116212927495664804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116212927495664804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116212927495664804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-bells.html' title='LOVE BELLS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116204294174383969</id><published>2006-10-28T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T06:42:21.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO LOVE ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/measuring%20tape%20;.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/measuring%20tape%20%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are many broken hearts out there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- eric addressing the class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we changed seating arrangement again&lt;br /&gt;now the people sitting around me will be disturbed&lt;br /&gt;haha, and they won't get a chance to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i swear, ms chan really keeps picking on my for&lt;br /&gt;no absolute reason whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;she called me out at least five times during math lesson&lt;br /&gt;and she kept walking over to our area&lt;br /&gt;which made us keep stuffing balls under our table&lt;br /&gt;she always asks for my green pen&lt;br /&gt;no way am i going to sit next to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was supposed t be the last day of school&lt;br /&gt;but for us, it was completely entirely wholey depressing&lt;br /&gt;and normal, it's not our fault we're feeling this way!&lt;br /&gt;the sec threes have headstart programme&lt;br /&gt;which "entittles" them to two/three weeks more&lt;br /&gt;of extra school curriculum, which stinks horribly ):&lt;br /&gt;then again, i won't mind since it means going out everyday&lt;br /&gt;and talking talking snacking in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was really fun by the way&lt;br /&gt;we ate at thai noodle house with ox, and the three lil pigs&lt;br /&gt;minus one, and then it rained and rained and rained&lt;br /&gt;like what they would call raining cats &amp; dogs&lt;br /&gt;so we borrowed big umbrellas&lt;br /&gt;ran in the rain agaisnt the direction of the wind&lt;br /&gt;kept on laughing our heads off&lt;br /&gt;and stepped into many puddles&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing was: michelle totally splashed this whole&lt;br /&gt;puddle into my shoe! GAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i started screaming at her, we almost poked the umbrella&lt;br /&gt;into heitung at the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;then we bused down to mitch's house where we pooled half&lt;br /&gt;the entire bus, and everyone was staring at us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent the late afternoon laughing at people&lt;br /&gt;oh, and chinese lesson was spent singing songs&lt;br /&gt;the old naggy teacher who nags for a record half-an-hour&lt;br /&gt;or more got so pissed she dropped more hair&lt;br /&gt;cheesers ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was rudely awaked to go for&lt;br /&gt;tennis session on friday morning&lt;br /&gt;skipped val's place because of the bloody rain&lt;br /&gt;monsoon's arrived at the wrong time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116204294174383969?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116204294174383969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116204294174383969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116204294174383969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116204294174383969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-love.html' title='TO LOVE ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116178736536010591</id><published>2006-10-25T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T07:42:45.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN DO ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/human%20holding%20hands%20;.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/human%20holding%20hands%20%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;clutching at straws&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- the roundy tummy fato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you grow &lt;u&gt;taller&lt;/u&gt; &amp; tallller.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope mitch gets my pokky confiscated of something,&lt;br /&gt;then i get an extra two packets&lt;br /&gt;IPP today was so funny, and hot, and stuffy&lt;br /&gt;nicole and i and all the other pure geog girls &lt;em&gt;strolled&lt;/em&gt; back to class&lt;br /&gt;yeah, she was talking about us&lt;br /&gt;and then i had this crazy idea&lt;br /&gt;i wnted to wave to her, hahhhaha!&lt;br /&gt;bet she'ld have totally fainted on the spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like we had to patch up the classroom&lt;br /&gt;everyone, cover your ears cos i'm going to curse! (:&lt;br /&gt;obviously some lazy bums didn't do anything&lt;br /&gt;just sat around and whined like sri------&lt;br /&gt;(fill in the blanks)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; ms wee took us for chinese, which we didn't really pay attention to&lt;br /&gt;since we were talking about the mouses&lt;br /&gt;hah, i cannot CANNNOOOOT believe it&lt;br /&gt;those stupid ughs actually caught me for breaking one of the&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous school rules&lt;br /&gt;like !, i shan't say more&lt;br /&gt;but i HAVE TO, absolutely, i think school is kinda corrupted&lt;br /&gt;i can tick off the number of prefects who have short skirts&lt;br /&gt;and floppy hair, and ugly nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really, it's hilarious&lt;br /&gt;daohui: amanda, squat&lt;br /&gt;so i squated&lt;br /&gt;daohui: i mean, put your knees on the ground&lt;br /&gt;amanda: you mean kneel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing was really a huge attempt at trying to reinforce&lt;br /&gt;the already ridiculous school rules, thereby making them sound&lt;br /&gt;all the more ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;and teachers can be so insulting at times, (for hosanna)&lt;br /&gt;"you watch out! don't toy with me"&lt;br /&gt;hahahah, that was a good one&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;i got 78 for history, that's like second highest in the year&lt;br /&gt;after all that failures and the 85 in term one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kim dragged me along with her to shop for stupid cds&lt;br /&gt;and i assure you, i made the best out of it&lt;br /&gt;after that thai noodle lunch &amp; mango dessert&lt;br /&gt;i decided to fulfill my never-ending craving for ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;so we ate ice-cream,&lt;br /&gt;got a blocked nose from that sudden cold,&lt;br /&gt;and ran home in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;ahaha (at least i got a hot bath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're the best thing that ever happened to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116178736536010591?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116178736536010591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116178736536010591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116178736536010591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116178736536010591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-can-do.html' title='I CAN DO ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116161691836663850</id><published>2006-10-23T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T08:21:58.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING PARADISE ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/fingers%20;.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/fingers%20%3B.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my cat doesn't talk to my dog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- oxy very seriously&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't disturb me&lt;br /&gt;headstart was so boring,&lt;br /&gt;but biology was interesting&lt;br /&gt;haha, and we got another chance to talk about ms poh's clothes&lt;br /&gt;uh, chinese was dead boring but laoshi left half-way&lt;br /&gt;so we ended up gossiping again&lt;br /&gt;it's like from cheryl, nicole and tessa&lt;br /&gt;they were talking about guys &amp; &lt;u&gt;flirting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then from rayna, michelle and i&lt;br /&gt;we were talking about school stuff&lt;br /&gt;it's like this absolutely contrasting thing going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and michelle and her "different frequency" theory is illogical&lt;br /&gt;oh, but then again, everything about michell is completely illogical&lt;br /&gt;(she's so going to get me, but i can run faster!)&lt;br /&gt;and i don't particularly care if she spits corn on me&lt;br /&gt;ugh, i hate corn on me ):&lt;br /&gt;lunched out today, played cards at the same time&lt;br /&gt;i wager we made the loudest noise in the entire building&lt;br /&gt;since michelle as yelling her guts out&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it's so hiliarious since we kept argueing&lt;br /&gt;everyone loves &lt;strong&gt;potato snack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! told you to trust me already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl: do you flirt?&lt;br /&gt;amanda: NO! what kind of a question is that?&lt;br /&gt;cheryl: you flirt but you don't know it&lt;br /&gt;amanda: huh, who said that?&lt;br /&gt;cheryl: you're &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in love with two guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i DO NOT flirt ok&lt;br /&gt;that's totally absurd&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i'm not "in love" with anyone&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i'm not dirty minded&lt;br /&gt;why does everyone say i flirt? agh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's painful when your feelings are down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116161691836663850?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116161691836663850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116161691836663850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116161691836663850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116161691836663850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/shopping-paradise.html' title='SHOPPING PARADISE ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116152443184088187</id><published>2006-10-22T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T06:40:31.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAINTED LOVE ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/200424687-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/200424687-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can a person knocking at the door be allowed in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you don't open the door?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- arlene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was fun only because the others went&lt;br /&gt;otherwise it would have been such a dead bore&lt;br /&gt;and we kind of had a foothold in most matters&lt;br /&gt;as the sec threes were the ones who organized this camp&lt;br /&gt;but that neutral shell came and spoilt everything&lt;br /&gt;seriously, she's our to make our lives a miserable living hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escaped from camp for a few hours to go to church&lt;br /&gt;am i pious or am i pious?&lt;br /&gt;did the confirmation interview and realised that i might not&lt;br /&gt;be able to get confirmed because i gave all the wrong answers&lt;br /&gt;(they were not wrong, just not what the church would've wanted)&lt;br /&gt;at least i was honest&lt;br /&gt;i could've lied my way through again, like i always do in such events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the tennis session today&lt;br /&gt;it's so much more beneficial and besides,&lt;br /&gt;the coach was &lt;u&gt;better&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i bumped into some people from primary school&lt;br /&gt;where we had this interesting conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my tosses are still way off though&lt;br /&gt;didn't have to drop anyway subjects so&lt;br /&gt;that's a pretty big relief&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i failed one subject for this finals&lt;br /&gt;ugh, i'd braced myself for that not so unexpected one&lt;br /&gt;headstart starts tomorrow, what a dread&lt;br /&gt;i guess we're expected to pay attention during classes&lt;br /&gt;and follow the timetable, which means bringing books&lt;br /&gt;gah!, i'm lazy to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the french lady doesn't visit,&lt;br /&gt;she hasn't done so yet&lt;br /&gt;speaking of french, during the whole duration of the&lt;br /&gt;dance examination, i was staring at the examiner's&lt;br /&gt;blue &lt;em&gt;fake&lt;/em&gt; louis vuitton bag&lt;br /&gt;an idiot could tell so&lt;br /&gt;should i go for the halloween party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wait for inspiration to strike.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it is like shooting darts, you don't always hit the middle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116152443184088187?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116152443184088187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116152443184088187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116152443184088187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116152443184088187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/tainted-love.html' title='TAINTED LOVE ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116126889318628599</id><published>2006-10-19T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T07:41:33.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONCE AGAIN ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/ballet%20;.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/ballet%20%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every step is like a breath-taking jelly drop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- michelle, on the way back to school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with the funny people at thai noodle house today&lt;br /&gt;i felt so full afterwards, i have no idea how they managed&lt;br /&gt;to stomach the red-ruby&lt;br /&gt;anyway, they're totally hooked on this card game la&lt;br /&gt;especially madeline, she's like always rushing people&lt;br /&gt;in this (sweeping hand motion) it makes her look ever so comical&lt;br /&gt;and i found this secret spot for us to play&lt;br /&gt;since the school doesn't allow poker cards, ugh&lt;br /&gt;it was hot, but hey, at least it was discretive enough&lt;br /&gt;oxy said it looks damn illegal, ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prefect made me get rid of my three-finger nail polish&lt;br /&gt;it's so nice la, they've stars on them&lt;br /&gt;and she gave me the prefect's nail-polish remover to use&lt;br /&gt;grazias so much,&lt;br /&gt;the discipline committe has been causing such a big uproar&lt;br /&gt;over this huss fuss and puss of conducting spot-checks&lt;br /&gt;aren't we spotty enough?&lt;br /&gt;we seriously don't need a spot-check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's probably talking about they're results now&lt;br /&gt;mine is so flach, not that i'm saying more&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty pleased with my comprehension&lt;br /&gt;i made such a stupid (really) mistake for this a-math question&lt;br /&gt;hell, i could've gotten an "A" grade for a-math&lt;br /&gt;it was so &lt;strong&gt;damn stupid&lt;/strong&gt;, i turned to michelle and asked her (politely)&lt;br /&gt;for permission to wrap my fingers around her neck and strangle her&lt;br /&gt;obviously she denied me that release, agh&lt;br /&gt;succumbing to self-loathing ain't healthy&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i totally found many hot ocean-trenches on michelle&lt;br /&gt;it's super duper uber cool ok, and by the way,&lt;br /&gt;oceanic and oceanic plate = ocean trench&lt;br /&gt;so michelle so owes me one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love massaging her cos her fats so nice to play with&lt;br /&gt;it's stretchable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp's tomorrow, what a &lt;u&gt;kill-joy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agh, haven't started packing yet&lt;br /&gt;you blood-sucking asshole, you can go straight to the devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;calling card&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116126889318628599?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116126889318628599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116126889318628599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116126889318628599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116126889318628599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/once-again.html' title='ONCE AGAIN ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116118007448657548</id><published>2006-10-18T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T07:01:14.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZUT ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/200413289-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/200413289-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;i am not an exercise freak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- retorts amanda indignantly at michelle's casual statement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew hannah the hayeena would be so naughty&lt;br /&gt;pfft, next time i see her, i shall tease her&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was lunch out with mila and inggrid at town&lt;br /&gt;and we ate some great food!&lt;br /&gt;let's see, the day was pretty interesting on the whole&lt;br /&gt;we had make-up and skin care which taught us how to&lt;br /&gt;take care of our facial appearance et cetra,&lt;br /&gt;it was like break-time for us since we spent the whole time&lt;br /&gt;talking, yes talking&lt;br /&gt;(whilst some hyundins can't keep their prying eyes off us)&lt;br /&gt;tessa helped me doll up whereas i flopped jamie upside down&lt;br /&gt;haha, but she looks really cool in green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body combat isn't that good after all&lt;br /&gt;it just has a nice sound to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meteor garden is so addictive&lt;br /&gt;ah, i'm watching it now&lt;br /&gt;it's like a bitch show with a passionate love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to what we did yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;nail-painting&lt;br /&gt;we went around the various cosmetic shops&lt;br /&gt;and tried on the nice colours&lt;br /&gt;i bought the star one, everyone likes it (:&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: anna sui's nail polish is so lovely, it costs $22&lt;br /&gt;big joke, and i totally fell in love with eye-shadow&lt;br /&gt;it's like "art on a canvas"&lt;br /&gt;just that you're doing it on your face&lt;br /&gt;art is drop dead &lt;u&gt;gorgeous&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camped out at val's again today&lt;br /&gt;with fast-food (fatty food) and uh, this korean movie&lt;br /&gt;still like the constant gardener.&lt;br /&gt;hah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what if the beach loses its sand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116118007448657548?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116118007448657548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116118007448657548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116118007448657548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116118007448657548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/zut.html' title='ZUT ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116100761511983234</id><published>2006-10-16T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T07:06:55.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRUNKVOLL ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/200453879-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/200453879-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;so much for shopping amanda chen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- jamie huffily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it! i had to miss tennis this morning&lt;br /&gt;because it was too hazy&lt;br /&gt;i knew it! i had this intuition, and when i woke up&lt;br /&gt;look out the window,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the trees seemed to be smoking on an invisible cigarette&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so terrrrible, after looking forward to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did something today (:&lt;br /&gt;i met with mila, inggrid, val, and stacey&lt;br /&gt;(jamie, ashley, siyi, and unknown?)&lt;br /&gt;those in brackets aren't really counted considering&lt;br /&gt;they wanted to play LAN and we didn't&lt;br /&gt;so we kinda parted ways ):&lt;br /&gt;ah, the first time i'm early for meetings&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else is late&lt;br /&gt;this is so awkward, therefore i vow never to be early ever again&lt;br /&gt;i've got sore feet now, due to all that walking walking walking around&lt;br /&gt;we're trying to break stacey you know&lt;br /&gt;get her to like shopping, she's always complaining&lt;br /&gt;and chasing us out of the shops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacey: see there! it's an "exit" sign, let's go!&lt;br /&gt;us: eh, next shop (grins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it came to looking for their japanese comics,&lt;br /&gt;it was my turn to complain&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because i haven't yet developed an appreciation&lt;br /&gt;for japanese comics, (or anything japanese excluding food that is)&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to talk about my two-hundred and fifty six&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;eating up my insides&lt;/strong&gt;, practically&lt;br /&gt;actually, make it more than 256$&lt;br /&gt;i have got to save that beastly amount to get everything i want&lt;br /&gt;perhaps by then, the clothes for the next season would come in huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall breeze through two things we did today&lt;br /&gt;the rest you can get it from the rest&lt;br /&gt;uh, we viewed the latest handphones introduced into society&lt;br /&gt;and i must say, they're really quite lovely but (below expectations)&lt;br /&gt;i guess i expect a lot which is another reason why&lt;br /&gt;i want to design my own phone and clothes and bags&lt;br /&gt;so that i won't have to be so dissatisfied with what the shops are offering&lt;br /&gt;and they won't have to think my a fussy consumer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never expected the fashion phone to look anything of the sort&lt;br /&gt;in my humber opinion, it doesn't resemble fashion at all&lt;br /&gt;the first thing that came into mind was,&lt;br /&gt;odd shape for a phone&lt;br /&gt;(notice the word "fashion" wasn't included)&lt;br /&gt;also, the new phones are nice because of their many functions&lt;br /&gt;but if so many functions make a phone big &amp; bulky&lt;br /&gt;what is the purpose of carrying a phone?&lt;br /&gt;definitely not for convenience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;we went perfume-hunting&lt;br /&gt;if you imagine it to be hunters chasing animals in a forest&lt;br /&gt;then you're absolutely right&lt;br /&gt;just replace hunters with us,&lt;br /&gt;animals with perfumes&lt;br /&gt;and forest with ck tangs&lt;br /&gt;appealing perfume spray-on cards are so adorable&lt;br /&gt;and everyone fell in love with the apple one&lt;br /&gt;the bottle shapes just remind me of suspension-art&lt;br /&gt;we sprayed &amp; sprayed and sprayed&lt;br /&gt;under the not-so-watchful eye of the sales people&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;breezed&lt;/em&gt; out of the building smelling literally&lt;br /&gt;of different variations of perfume combined into one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find my reasoning of why i "dislike" shopping perfectly reasonable&lt;br /&gt;stacey apparently thinks otherwise&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with "disliking" shopping because you always see pretty things&lt;br /&gt;every single time you go on a shopping trip,&lt;br /&gt;and you realise you never seem to have enough&lt;br /&gt;yet you yearn for so much more?&lt;br /&gt;(but you can't get them because of financial restraints)&lt;br /&gt;it's as if someone else is pulling the strings&lt;br /&gt;oh, "holding the purse strings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is amazing! a frog eyes would bulge&lt;br /&gt;i actually think (after ages) that cheryl's favourite song&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;u&gt;pretty&lt;/u&gt; ok, and it sits well with me&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha,&lt;br /&gt;tell me i've not been hit by that crazed bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beautiful love ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what a beautiful smile, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can it stay for awhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on this beautiful night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make everything right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this song just makes me so sentimental,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i simply have no idea why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kim says it's alright to have sentiments once in awhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or like joanna would say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"amanda!, you've been giving out too many hearts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you keep none for yourself"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(the "i simply have no idea why" part is a make-believe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tomorrow would be entirely depressing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but the upside? where sunshine is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we're going to crash val's house again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and guess who just called?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the devil herself, choo yeow peng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i swear, the stupid relay system doesn't work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the crazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like a virus, you have infiltrated my very being&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but my white blood cells seem to be going on strike&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the phagocytes aren't working&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; the lymphocytes aren't producing antibodies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my body's disfunctional, i can't think straight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i fear i must be going insane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116100761511983234?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116100761511983234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116100761511983234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116100761511983234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116100761511983234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/prunkvoll.html' title='PRUNKVOLL ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116092121537863972</id><published>2006-10-15T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:06:55.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON TIPTOE ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/200451593-001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/200451593-001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;maybe it's pride standing in your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-chery to amanda full of encouragement and enthusiasm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it is this time of the year&lt;br /&gt;that again decides our fate&lt;br /&gt;it's so annoying how you can't have what you want&lt;br /&gt;and it's the teachers who decide&lt;br /&gt;someday i'll have my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed tennis today because the haze reading apparently&lt;br /&gt;reached what the authorities term as "unhealthy levels"&lt;br /&gt;why do we &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; have to follow rules?&lt;br /&gt;breaking them once in awhile would be fun and pleasant&lt;br /&gt;i won't say i spent half the day wool-gathering,&lt;br /&gt;i read another book and there's this lovely name in there&lt;br /&gt;PHADRA (pronounced fay-dra)&lt;br /&gt;isn't it nice?&lt;br /&gt;well, i find it nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't you understand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love never makes any sense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116092121537863972?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116092121537863972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116092121537863972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116092121537863972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116092121537863972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-tiptoe.html' title='ON TIPTOE ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116083748452626257</id><published>2006-10-14T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T06:56:10.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Choristes ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/jean%20something.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/jean%20something.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;inggrid! isn't he cute?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- amanda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZh-xL-8sT8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/laJuYgmTkik"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/laJuYgmTkik" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116083748452626257?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116083748452626257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116083748452626257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116083748452626257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116083748452626257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/les-choristes.html' title='Les Choristes ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116083512232563425</id><published>2006-10-14T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T07:12:02.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RUN RUN RUN! ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/chasing%20cars;.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/chasing%20cars%3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;i know, i hate people like that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- valerie in obvious irritation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll &lt;strong&gt;do it all&lt;/strong&gt; everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;on our own&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't need anything or anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i lay here&lt;br /&gt;if i just lay here&lt;br /&gt;would you &lt;em&gt;lie with me&lt;/em&gt; and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't quite know&lt;br /&gt;how to say &lt;em&gt;how i feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those &lt;u&gt;three words&lt;/u&gt; are said too much&lt;br /&gt;they're not enough&lt;br /&gt;forget what we're told, &lt;strong&gt;before we get too old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need your grace&lt;br /&gt;to remind me to find my own&lt;br /&gt;all that I am, all that i ever was&lt;br /&gt;is here in your perfect eyes, they're all i can see&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where&lt;br /&gt;confused about how as well&lt;br /&gt;just know that these things will never change for us at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's waste time ;&lt;br /&gt;chasing cars, around our heads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this totally gets you hooked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wait till something better comes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116083512232563425?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116083512232563425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116083512232563425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116083512232563425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116083512232563425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/run-run-run.html' title='RUN RUN RUN! ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116083287817962093</id><published>2006-10-14T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T06:36:06.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREETINGS ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/Stripes_by_phenomenai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/Stripes_by_phenomenai.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;that's because everyone associates love with the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- inggrid to amanda very knowledgebly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the camp problem is fixed&lt;br /&gt;but thing is, i don't want it to be fixed&lt;br /&gt;i don't even want to go for camp&lt;br /&gt;gah, there probably won't be anything interesting done there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm caught in such a frenzy&lt;br /&gt;saying "imaginative web i weaved" would be kinda cliche&lt;br /&gt;so i shan't say that,&lt;br /&gt;uh, tuesday, it's back to school&lt;br /&gt;and i'm pretty positive that we're going to get back our results then&lt;br /&gt;ohgreat, i just had to say it&lt;br /&gt;sorry, spilt the milk onto the coffee table&lt;br /&gt;now it's your turn to wipe the mess up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the downside about this whole thing?&lt;br /&gt;school gives back our papers in two days&lt;br /&gt;so it's kind of like getting hot soup thrown into your face&lt;br /&gt;and if you're not careful, you'll get scarred (for life)&lt;br /&gt;okay, so maybe i'm exaggerating&lt;br /&gt;but that's true (if you tone it down a little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i walk past a subway outlet&lt;br /&gt;it's always then, as in &lt;u&gt;then&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, confirmation mass just has to be on a sunday&lt;br /&gt;sunday is supposed to be the sabbath&lt;br /&gt;(ok, i'll stop here, we don't want to go into that)&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to miss tennis ):&lt;br /&gt;but ha ha, i guess one has to sacrifice much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlight of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"i heard a "plop" sound and turn around to see a lizard&lt;br /&gt;very extremely &lt;em&gt;arrogantly&lt;/em&gt; staring at me"&lt;br /&gt;how hilarious, that's downright disgusting&lt;br /&gt;grop grop &lt;u&gt;grop&lt;/u&gt; grop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't ever say "i've got nothing to say"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because that would be the biggest lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone could ever think of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116083287817962093?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116083287817962093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116083287817962093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116083287817962093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116083287817962093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/greetings.html' title='GREETINGS ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116075302690055760</id><published>2006-10-13T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T08:23:46.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THINK TANK ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/mary_polka_dots_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/mary_polka_dots_2.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quit playing games with my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel tay wants to marry cloud&lt;br /&gt;cheryl wants to marry marcus&lt;br /&gt;rachel wants to marry justin&lt;br /&gt;now, who wants to marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, rayna just cracks me up anyways&lt;br /&gt;she walked and there was a clinking sound,&lt;br /&gt;so she found money at the bottom of her jeans&lt;br /&gt;wonder how it got stucked there&lt;br /&gt;oh alright, i shall quit talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me, how many fingers do it have?&lt;br /&gt;i'm holding them up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116075302690055760?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116075302690055760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116075302690055760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116075302690055760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116075302690055760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/think-tank.html' title='THINK TANK ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116075139338367556</id><published>2006-10-13T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T07:56:33.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH GREAT ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/Love_by_darunia_art.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/Love_by_darunia_art.0.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;i'd rather be pretty than hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- kim under the streetlamp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't imagine why everyone's making such a big fuss&lt;br /&gt;and titter totter over friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;it's just a pleasantly normal day&lt;br /&gt;oh, but i must say, i've bene pretty unlucky this week&lt;br /&gt;ever since monday, i've missed my bus just standing&lt;br /&gt;a metre away from it&lt;br /&gt;if you don't call that unlucky, i've no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to give vally wally credit, her house is really beautiful&lt;br /&gt;it's not made out of gold (like inggrid conjured up)&lt;br /&gt;but it certainly contains gold,&lt;br /&gt;(if you get the meaning)&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed the shows, plus her bed's soft and lovely&lt;br /&gt;not to mention someone really died for pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was lunch at tcc with rayna and this 3/6 girl&lt;br /&gt;dewi or something of the sort&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she's nice (: and so is the lunch&lt;br /&gt;buuuut, it bloody burned a hole in my precious wallet&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;i've calculated (ahhh, using math) and figured i've got to save&lt;br /&gt;256 dollars to get everything i want&lt;br /&gt;so for now, it's resisting the temptation and sticking to window shopping&lt;br /&gt;no idea how i'm going to do that, but i'll manage&lt;br /&gt;like stick &amp; bones and her stupid words don't affect me that much&lt;br /&gt;cos no one really likes her anyhow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we visited &lt;strong&gt;vivocity&lt;/strong&gt; afterwards, i won't call it a rash decision&lt;br /&gt;just more like the normal impromptus la&lt;br /&gt;the thing i can't absorb:&lt;br /&gt;i super can't believe michelle beat me to that shopping place first&lt;br /&gt;like ugh, this is such a letdown&lt;br /&gt;but considering michelle's such a dear and uhoh.&lt;br /&gt;(grace tan's making me go for camp)&lt;br /&gt;back to michelle;&lt;br /&gt;and i kind of miss our bus stop talks (it's talks mind you, not &lt;u&gt;gossip&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;so, i shall forgive and not bear grudges&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha,&lt;br /&gt;hey, i got my sense of humor back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a little snippet of the conversation we had whilst sun-tanning&lt;br /&gt;(we were waiting for our next chemistry paper to begin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl: (says something)&lt;br /&gt;amanda: fiddles with chem book&lt;br /&gt;cheryl: (shouts it)&lt;br /&gt;amanda: what/ i didn't catch that&lt;br /&gt;cheryl &amp; nicole: (double shouts it)&lt;br /&gt;tessa: (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;amanda: oh hello MARCUS!&lt;br /&gt;cheryl: hey (starts hugging nicole)&lt;br /&gt;amanda: ohshit, tess, call cheryl?&lt;br /&gt;tessa: (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;amanda: cheyrl! marcus is cheating on you&lt;br /&gt;cheryl: huh? ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what cheryl and nicole were trying to say/shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when hearts are not meant to be &lt;em&gt;broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as how the stars are meant to shine&lt;br /&gt;i'll go wherever you take me,&lt;br /&gt;away from all this &lt;u&gt;hurt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116075139338367556?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116075139338367556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116075139338367556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116075139338367556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116075139338367556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-great.html' title='OH GREAT ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-116049235611188464</id><published>2006-10-10T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T08:01:53.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERHAPS THEN ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/1600/Murder_in_the_laundrette_by_mergana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5094/2179/320/Murder_in_the_laundrette_by_mergana.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;pardon me sir, i must have made a mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the finals are finally over,&lt;br /&gt;(tht has a pretty nice ring to it)&lt;br /&gt;oh, i wonder how many people have told me i have&lt;br /&gt;absolutely no self-control when it comes to shopping&lt;br /&gt;i've visited the city three days in a row&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still sorely addicted to shoes&lt;br /&gt;it's as though i keep on buying and can't stop&lt;br /&gt;i need an antidote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping yesterday with cheryl was creepy&lt;br /&gt;get the details from &lt;em&gt;cheryl's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love valerie's house,&lt;br /&gt;no, i love her bang &amp; oluffsen cd player&lt;br /&gt;shit but it's damn nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;hot damn&lt;/u&gt; refer to &lt;em&gt;mila's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i've got a lazy streak in me&lt;br /&gt;house of wax is extremely gory&lt;br /&gt;but the african show kinda made up for it&lt;br /&gt;it was so noble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-116049235611188464?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/116049235611188464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=116049235611188464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116049235611188464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/116049235611188464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/10/perhaps-then.html' title='PERHAPS THEN ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21537863.post-115920185360195823</id><published>2006-09-25T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T09:30:53.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAKE IT PLEASE ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;An eye for an eye will soon make the whole world blind&lt;br /&gt;- Ghandi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End-years are this Thursday, uhhh,&lt;br /&gt;I guess tht means STUDY!, and PANIC!, and more yoga sessions&lt;br /&gt;During a-math, like (breathe in-- &amp; breathe out-- )&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; more &lt;u&gt;COFFEE DEMAND&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heitung: “this is like low class starbucks”&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: (chokes and glares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our on the net chat using our pencil cases, it’s so fun&lt;br /&gt;Plus tessa would have to keep on reaching behind her screen&lt;br /&gt;And ms ho doesn’t wnt to join in the fun ):&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: “hello tessa (enter)”&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: “hi Amanda (enter)”&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: “HOSANNNA! Stop doing chem already la (enter)”&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna: “huh? Cannot, this is important (enter)”&lt;br /&gt;Inggrid: “I’m not invited? (forgets to enter)”&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, we couldn’t read that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayna didn’t come on Friday because she was busy spending&lt;br /&gt;Her time in the toilet with her social studies textbook&lt;br /&gt;If I remember correctly, until two in the morning&lt;br /&gt;She so needs a butt-massage&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I hopped over to sit next to Cheryl at the “lover’s corner”&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t really one considering that drops of rain come in everytime it rains&lt;br /&gt;And tammy keeps turning back to “shhhhht”&lt;br /&gt;But there is sufficient wind&lt;br /&gt;Poor poor johnia, her partner keeps jumping ship (:&lt;br /&gt;I like teasing johnia about how Jamie calls her jooo-nia&lt;br /&gt;Kind of like Joanna, speaking of which&lt;br /&gt;JOANNA! GIVE THE GUY THE LETTTER!&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forgive you if you dump that chance&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl did love-sessions again, “matters of the heart”&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha, I don’t have matters of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;My love life is absolutely non-existent&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, I’m not lying about this one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;E-MATH&lt;/u&gt; with michelle was full of laughter&lt;br /&gt;she keeps on giving me silly ideas&lt;br /&gt;and her facial expression is (there-but-not-there)&lt;br /&gt;so it turns out looking rather awkward, sending me off on a train&lt;br /&gt;full of laughing gas&lt;br /&gt;“LAZY BUM! I WANT GUM! Or there’s no coffee for you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking tmrw’s dance exam will be swishy&lt;br /&gt;I can picture it (in my mind’s eye- whoever said tht didn’t make sense)&lt;br /&gt;Us: Good Afternoon (smiles pleasantly)&lt;br /&gt;Examiner: Good Afternoon girls! Is your name … (over-enthusiastically)&lt;br /&gt;Us: uh, yes&lt;br /&gt;Examiner: And what are your register numbers?&lt;br /&gt;Us: &lt;u&gt;ONE!&lt;/u&gt;(: six, three, fifteen, four, seven&lt;br /&gt;-         Music plays –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna know&lt;br /&gt;If you’ll be my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your desire for attention is appalling&lt;br /&gt;It’s telling me how limited your imagination is&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn’t realize,&lt;br /&gt;I turned my back on you long ago&lt;br /&gt;The past and the present somehow don’t coincide&lt;br /&gt;I won’t give you due attention&lt;br /&gt;Oh, scratch that, not a single bit of attention&lt;br /&gt;I will even curb my temptation to slap you&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;em&gt;slapping is to give attention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe it was a case of mistaken identity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S. I love a-math trigo, beat that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21537863-115920185360195823?l=slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/feeds/115920185360195823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21537863&amp;postID=115920185360195823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/115920185360195823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21537863/posts/default/115920185360195823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slaveoffashion-.blogspot.com/2006/09/shake-it-please.html' title='SHAKE IT PLEASE ;'/><author><name>CANDY; GREENTEA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02481537861758791424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
