<?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-4461864860396470024</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:49:58.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>change your life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-2343195639993784150</id><published>2008-08-31T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T06:23:35.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Right, the last time I blogged was something like 2 months ago. Unfortunately I do not intend to blog anymore until after the O levels. It's seriously sucking up my brain, and I would much rather use these words that I'm putting into the blog posts in an essay. Sigh. Well, of course that would only happen if I actually put in the effort in writing an essay, which I have not done in the past few days. Not that I have done any other work at all. I've been wanting to do this post for a loong time already, bt as you might already have guessed, I was too darn lazy to do it. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Seeing that I'm such an un-motivated girl, I seriously need all the time I need. I'm even giving up exercising ok! Sacrifice is such a noble idea haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, I'm going on a hiatus, or whatever u want to call it. Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-2343195639993784150?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/2343195639993784150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=2343195639993784150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2343195639993784150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2343195639993784150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/08/right-last-time-i-blogged-was-something.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-8211792378961569403</id><published>2008-07-19T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T07:14:52.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Watched the first parts of Red Cliff for about 15 minutes today. I supposse it's OK. Not exactly the high-octane adrenaline pumping action I expected. Plenty of artistic shots thrown into the violence infused scenes, which in my opinion created something very confusing. Blood from slain soldiers were splashed so darn artistically I doubt your arteries will spurt blood out in this way if I were to slit your throat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The fighting scenes in the beginning were in other ways a tad dissappointing too. There wasn't much physical contact. It was as if, the soldiers fell before the weapon or move struck them. Not realistic and gory enough. Too much talking so far so as far as I am concerned. I'm sorry.. but I would rather such an epic movie to have *ahem* more fighting? Isn't that what the bloody battle is about. Maybe if there weren't so much boring yakking going about the movie wouldn't have to be split into two parts. But then again, that's just the beginning. I will watch the rest after my prelims :D. My chemistry textbook is still waiting and begging for me to pick it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yesterday, again, I was booked for my nails for the umpteenth time. It's the only thing I've been getting booked for for the entire year. Maybe another couple of times I'm going to get thrown into detention for having long nails. I wonder if JC's / Universities / future bosses are going to reject me for this blemished record of having long nails. Doubt so, it's basically the same warped logic that Mdm Koh Ting Ting presented to us in primary school about bosses rejecting us because we wore ankle socks to school. Not a very convincing argument to persuade us to ditch those ankle socks for the school socks huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, it's not that I love long nails that much. Well, other than the fact that it at least makes my stumpy fat short fingers with those obscene large knuckles, a product of cracking them, look longer. But that's besides the point. I just hate cutting my nails. It's a waste of my bloody time. Its the same as shitting, waste of my time in the toilet. And I always thought those nail clippers which were always slightly rusty were a little gross. Oh and also the fact that longer nails are much better for scratching myself and doing all sorts of little things in daily life like untieing knots. Haha. I know, I'm not the most hygienic and neatest person in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Besides, it's not like I have garishly painted nails that would put those colourful skinny jeans to shame. And it's not as if I'm going to use those long nails of mine to scratch the flesh off someone. If I were going to be so pissed as to harm somebody, there are plenty more more effective weapons of choice, such as my fist, metal rulers, my head even. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Moreover, I seriously doubt that long nails are going to have a dent on our public image, as the school always proclaims as the reason behind this really retarded rule. Are you going to look at my nails the next time you meet me before you form an impression of me ?????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-8211792378961569403?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/8211792378961569403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=8211792378961569403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8211792378961569403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8211792378961569403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/07/watched-first-parts-of-red-cliff-for.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-5172545637956948029</id><published>2008-07-15T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:37.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy4gunuVhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gLQnYfKPQKw/s1600-h/P7110301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223252540252902930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy4gunuVhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gLQnYfKPQKw/s400/P7110301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And my retarded 'artistic' shots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy1oIhnNhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hvos1pMAB-o/s1600-h/IMG_1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223249368930792978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy1oIhnNhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hvos1pMAB-o/s400/IMG_1736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy1oV8AHnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0PW3VHeFMDs/s1600-h/IMG_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223249372531138162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy1oV8AHnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0PW3VHeFMDs/s400/IMG_1778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy1onn2KNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/53FQpZrx6M4/s1600-h/IMG_1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223249377278437586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy1onn2KNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/53FQpZrx6M4/s400/IMG_1787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy1pN3IMlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AxFWos9gb4E/s1600-h/IMG_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223249387543081554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy1pN3IMlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/AxFWos9gb4E/s400/IMG_1779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy0jQ6GhoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eBlLpcI7_No/s1600-h/IMG_1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248185770018434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy0jQ6GhoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eBlLpcI7_No/s400/IMG_1713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nat, Ting, Me and Wijaya =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy0jrGJXMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oyQFa42k-VA/s1600-h/IMG_1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248192799857858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy0jrGJXMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/oyQFa42k-VA/s400/IMG_1755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy0kUQvuxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kopFijjVmlI/s1600-h/IMG_1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248203850169106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy0kUQvuxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kopFijjVmlI/s400/IMG_1696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; And the classroom corridor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy0kvz8xoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Qy3lnbPHhAU/s1600-h/IMG_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248211245581954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy0kvz8xoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Qy3lnbPHhAU/s400/IMG_1697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Mel's retarded face :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy0lPIe8RI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gYKpHAVSW6w/s1600-h/IMG_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223248219653206290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy0lPIe8RI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gYKpHAVSW6w/s400/IMG_1708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Dear Karina holding up two socks haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. Lets see.. Alot of things happened in the looong time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;since I posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, so many teachers in the school piss the crap out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. What is their problem, demanding us to have to wait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for them to move off first before we can move. It's not like they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;are they Prime Ministers or Presidents, or royalty. Maybe in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;self-delusional brain up there in that hollow skull of theirs, they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;think they are. Giving way to them, greeting them (especially&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the annoying geography teachers who think they deserve all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the respect we can give), as if they are some saints. I do respect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;them for teaching us, but really, its not like they are not getting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;paid for that. I don't see customers greeting the salesmen or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anything either...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the organ trade issue created a whole fiasco. I for one, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agree with organ trading. I don't quite see the issue with it if &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;both parties are agreeing. Perhaps the money the donor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;receives might even be used to save another life. Of course, the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;other issue is that families would not want to donate their &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;organs. Maybe the issue would be easily resolved by just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;making another law that states that only under the circumces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that families can't donate can patients in need of organs turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to organ trading ?!?!. Of course this is just my opinion.. I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not the minister after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on last Friday was Karina's last day at school. Lucky ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that girl. About an entire month's of no school! Lucky ass. We &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;took photographs ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/4461864860396470024-5172545637956948029?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/5172545637956948029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=5172545637956948029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5172545637956948029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5172545637956948029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-my-retarded-artistic-shots-nat-ting.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SHy4gunuVhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gLQnYfKPQKw/s72-c/P7110301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-6091970880119646386</id><published>2008-06-29T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:10:39.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think I'm kinda wierd. :D. Yes. I am wierdly emotionally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;attached to my pens. ALL my pens, especially the one that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;use the most often. Why do I say this. Because out of the tens of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pens and pencils I have in my pencil box, I only use one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;productively. The rest are just there for the sake of being there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Or, because I'm too lazy to throw out a dried up pen. Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all my pens have my initials 'M.C.' written on them. It's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;distinguishing factor ok! I mean, my stuff are always all over the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;place, and the whole class tends to have a few pens that are the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;same. So.. to prevent my beloved pens from getting lost among&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the common pens. Tadah, my brilliant idea. Anyway. Yes, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really am emotionally attached to my pens. If I lose the pen I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;use, I will halt all work and look for it. And if I can't find it, well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;there's at least a day mourning for it. And how do I mourn for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it? Well, of course, I ignore all the homework begging for me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fill up the empty spaces. I do have to use a pen you see. And if I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;can't use my favourite pen then too bad, I'm not using any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;other. And I like my pens really old and worn and faded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;letterings on it with my bite marks and the smell of my saliva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;since I bite my pen. Heh. Everybody should cherish their pens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, I guess its not too bad being my pen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ok, other than that wierd emotional attachment to my pens, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;am feeling kinda emo / angsty / pissed. Or rather, I'm just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pissed at the people in this world who get in my way. In general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;daily life, you would be surprised to find how many there are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hell, a trip to a shopping mall would make me riled up at at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;least tens of people. Hmm lets see why I'm so angry. I'm angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;because these people walk so slowly and block the entire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pathway, I can't walk at my normal pace. Dudesss if your life is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a waiting game, at least don't make it a necessity for those who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;don't wish to play this game participate in it. I hate waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;these people. It irks me that I have to slow down my pace. Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really badly. So when I get agitated, what do I do, I walk faster! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Great glorious vicious cycle. So what do I do. Very politely, with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a strained politeness in my voice, tell them to piss off in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;most courteous manner I can muster. Well, and half the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;they look at me blankly. Hah. So now they are not just slow in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;walking, they are slow-witted to. GREAT. And yeah great, I just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;get more pissed and I push past them. Idiots. I'm sorry man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But don't expect me to wait for you. Yeah, I was just wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what I would be like when I drive. Here's hoping I won't kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, but there is someone I would like to kill and that's my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking arsehole of a neighbour. That shitty, snobbish woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who slams the door at my mom, thinks my brother is some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monster and it will be beneath her to get into the lift with him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whose obnoxious nephew calls my mom fat. Its just too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't gotten the chance to be in the lift with her yet. Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I was just thinking. When I see her in the lift, I'll press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single floor. YES. All 21 storeys. And I'll wait inside and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see her reaction. Hah. I'll just laugh. But see I was just thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while trying to refine this, that maybe she'll get out of the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought of something else! I'll just follow her and get into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next lift with her and press every single button. Heh. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she might decide to climb up. And pant all the way up. Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get out of the lift and take the other lift up. And reach the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st storey before her. AND wait for her to come up all panting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all and laugh really really really really really loudly at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'll slam the door in her face. Right there and then. Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once, not twice, maybe ten times. Just for the fun. Beat her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry little ass into her hermit hole. Hah, sorry, she probably is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything but small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as for her obnoxious nephew, I'll probably call him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;names. Who cares if he is just a young boy. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, wonder how they tormented their maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till she jumped down the flat. And I'm not kidding. Well, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand. Having such an obnoxious employee. I hope she's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haunted her whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the shopping malls. Stupid stupid stupid Lot 1 relocated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food court to the 4th floor. Stupid. This means I have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the escalator at least 4 - 5 floors up since my dad usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drives there or wait for the lift. Idiots. Wasn't it perfectly good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the basement. Didn't even need to climb up. I know, I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a lazy ass. But, I think the general rest of Singapore are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy asses as well, who would rather have the food court at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basement 1 than at level 4. I'm sorry we don't want to exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the shopping mall. But lest you forget, the reason why we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the food court in the first place is cos we are HUNGRY. And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUNGRY people don't generally do much exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing was probably James McAvoy. God do I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him. He is a brilliant actor. Watched the sleepfest of the first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narnia for him. And I missed the best part for him. Doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matter, at least I watched some of his parts. He was fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Atonement, subtle yet powerful :D. Next show: Last King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Scotland. Oh, and I really do want to watch Wanted for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do hate Angelina Jolie. But James McAvoy would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably save the movie from being a stinker as all her movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-6091970880119646386?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/6091970880119646386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=6091970880119646386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6091970880119646386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6091970880119646386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-im-kinda-wierd.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-4037727270693980154</id><published>2008-06-24T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:37.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fight Quest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh yeah. In addition to Man vs Wild and I shouldn't be alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fight Quest is my favourite documentary. Should I even call it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a documentary in the first place actually.. hmm.. well.. it is on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Discovery Channel. Well, heck. That is not the point, and it is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;waste of my brain cells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fight Quest is a show about two guys, Doug Anderson and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jimmy Smith who travel the world learning various martial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;arts. They are already fighters, having excelled in some form of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jiu-jitsu I think, which seems to be very popular in America. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Doug was even an ex-soldier haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SGDyMRaYEdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S-I7FoHHpgM/s1600-h/2337335.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215434661141418450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SGDyMRaYEdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S-I7FoHHpgM/s400/2337335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Doug and Jimmy (the one with shaved head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's just really really cool. The fighting is great. Haha. And the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;training part? Fun to watch them get tortured. Check this vid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;out: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brRIUr86zIE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brRIUr86zIE&lt;/a&gt; . His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 packs are completely bruised. I was just wondering if he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;could actually get food down his oesophagus haha. Maybe, like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;his stomach would hurt when it tries to expand. The first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I watched him get pummeled, he was wearing this Kyokushin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Karate uniform.. so never saw the bruised up stomach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But besides this, in the Japan episode, when they learnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kyokushin, I remebered Doug's ear becoming BLACK from a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kick on the head. This discipline of martial arts.. DANGEROUS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Freak. I think if I got hit on the head by one of those legs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seeing stars will be the least of my problems. AND Jimmy was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ordered to break a baseball bat. And it broke. *SNAP* Without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;much difficulty. That thing is freaking hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now, imagine the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;baseball bat as your ankle... Not good. If I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;was staying beside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one of them.. I would either (a) shift out or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(b) bake a cake for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;them. Ok probably not the wisest choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They might end up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;with diarrhoea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Heh.. watching them.. I wish I didn't quite taekwondo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyway, that show is unlimitlessly better than the stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mythbusters. Ok probably except for one ep where they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;testing polygraphers. That was pretty darn cool. BUT.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mythbusters.. I hate them. Sorry.. But I really hate such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thinking shows. I watch shows to unwind. AND you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;see a lil' bit of action. Exciting stuff. Like the possibility of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;someone's tendon / ligament / wtv rupturing. Heh. Now that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SGDyMQvx3lI/AAAAAAAAAJk/23ZvVHXpeQc/s1600-h/qanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215434660962754130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SGDyMQvx3lI/AAAAAAAAAJk/23ZvVHXpeQc/s400/qanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And.. yesterday I caught MTV movie awards. I know.. super &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;overdue.. But MTV Asia wasn't showing it and I didn't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;watch it online.. Anyway Robert Downey Jr is still freaking hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Heh. Seriously. AWESOME. He's such a great actor anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Effortless performance beside Ben Stiller ( FUNNYAE ASS) and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jack Black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Besides, seeing Robert Downey Jr.. the whole affair was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boring. Ok apart from Johnny Depp. And the Pussycat Dolls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;can't do live. Dance live maybe. But Coldplay was AWESOME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;though. Hah. But when I saw those red petals falling down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;during their performance.. I pitited the backstage workers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hard work after that. Sweep Sweep Sweep all the petals away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I know. Cos I did it for SC's dance concert 2 years back. Back-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;breaking job. Well.. BUT it is the MTV movie awards. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;probably had vaccum cleaners whipped out. 10 of them maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sigh.. even the backstage-ers get a better life than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-4037727270693980154?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/4037727270693980154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=4037727270693980154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/4037727270693980154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/4037727270693980154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/06/fight-quest-oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SGDyMRaYEdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S-I7FoHHpgM/s72-c/2337335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-4696671457827135950</id><published>2008-06-12T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:38.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Gontier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was really addicted to Three Days Grace last year. Well guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what. I'm re-addicted (if there's such a word) back to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really rock. I love them. Along with Maroon 5, they are my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SFEsHtoeSjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9QOnuDUQkdU/s1600-h/threedaysgrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210994754864433714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SFEsHtoeSjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9QOnuDUQkdU/s400/threedaysgrace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Three Days Grace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SFEsHy798LI/AAAAAAAAAJM/frxVyzKci9U/s1600-h/threedaysgrace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210994756288377010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SFEsHy798LI/AAAAAAAAAJM/frxVyzKci9U/s400/threedaysgrace2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; And MORE Three Days Grace...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SFEsIGQ6BBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4YP5Du5Hb3o/s1600-h/071207144824.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210994761476473874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SFEsIGQ6BBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4YP5Du5Hb3o/s400/071207144824.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; And Adam Gontier ! There were nicer pictures. But I couldn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;get them. Isn't it such a coincidence that the lead singers of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;two favourite bands both have the name Adam! Haha. Adam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gontier's voice is completely irresistable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Three Days Grace songs completely rock. Mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ningful, nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;melody, rock tones. WHAT ELSE WOULD I ASK FOR. =). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh, and I really like Adam Gontier's + Seether's Broken more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;than the one featuring Amy from Evanescence. I never really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;liked Evanescence anywhere. Doesn't help that Adam also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;collaboarated with Apocalyptica (love them too) on 'I Don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Care' which is really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, recently I haven't been able to stop listening to Three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day's Grace, Apocalyptica, Saving Abel, Seether, Breaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Benjamin And One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Republic. I think I'm getting addicted to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;melancholy sounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Besides, they sound good. Better than the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cheery songs on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;radio. Sad songs have so much more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;emotion in them. I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;see why these bands always spiral down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;depression and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;addiction to drugs: to emote all these moods for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;writing such &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I might just go watch 'Behind The Pain', a docu-drama about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Adam Gontier's rehabilitation of his addiction to Oxycontin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-4696671457827135950?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/4696671457827135950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=4696671457827135950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/4696671457827135950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/4696671457827135950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/06/adam-gontier-i-was-really-addicted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SFEsHtoeSjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9QOnuDUQkdU/s72-c/threedaysgrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-251330470123985897</id><published>2008-06-11T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T05:33:20.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Television Galore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my. I hate being a tv junkie. Watching any show that comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along the way. If I'm really bored, and I really dont' want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study, any crap show on the television will just be absorbed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.. like I'm some rubbish bin, watching anything others dont'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to. Probably shouldn't do that huh, encouraging these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiteous producers to come up with more shiteous shows, by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deluding them with unreal ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's my real productive schedule. The definition of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;productive here of course varies. To an 'O' level student like me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is probably like the low productivity, since I did nothing to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;score well for my 'O's huh. But who cares.. If only the schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as follows puts me en route to being the top scorer. Ha, I'll just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;11.00 am&lt;/u&gt;: Wake up, eat fattening big breakfast + hotcake +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch spongebob square pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;11.30 am - 12.30pm&lt;/u&gt;: Watch MTV amplified. And my mom was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complaining about the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;12.30 pm - 1.00 pm&lt;/u&gt;: Watch Fairly Odd Parents (hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1.oo pm - 1.30 pm&lt;/u&gt;: Watch iCarly. Well since iCarly ended 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minutes earlier, I spent the rest of my time watching Making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Band 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life up to this point seems to revolve around Nickelodeons and MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1.30 pm - 4.00 pm&lt;/u&gt;: Watch Pushing Daisies online while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intermittently being disturbed by my mom and brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4.00 pm - 5.oo pm&lt;/u&gt;: Jogging :D Finally something HEALTHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5.00 pm - 6.30 pm&lt;/u&gt;: Bathe, eat dinner in front of the television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was broadcasting channel 8's Portrait Of Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining to see dysfunctional families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6.30 pm - 7.00 pm&lt;/u&gt;: Watch Korean documentary 'Screening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity' on KBS. It's amazing how the mother has 5 boys at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an age of 32, with her eldest child being 13. And she works to 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am everyday. I respect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7.oopm - 8.00pm&lt;/u&gt; : NEW EPISODES OF AVATAR (recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Avatar screens at 6.30 - 7.30 everyday). Haha. This is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I look forward to EVERYDAY. For this week at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES for Zuko and Sokka haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;8.00 pm - 10.30 pm&lt;/u&gt;: More Pushing Daisies = Wrapped up the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole series , making it a grand total of 9 episodes in 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;11.00 pm - 12.30 pm&lt;/u&gt;: Play games. Be it computer or PS2 or PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;12.30 pm - 1.30pm&lt;/u&gt;: Watch more shows. Usually Raven or any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korean shows my mom is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I love my day. Watching Television isn't that bad you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good points&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Helps me improve my English :D. Heh. Watching Pushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dasies made me realise that awry is pronounced as (oh-ri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not (oh-re). Haha. Of course it might be the American way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of pronouncing. But do I care to open my dictionary.. Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Burns some fats. An hour of chortles apparently burns off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 chocolate bar. So if I watch Friends the whole day, which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is about 15 hours at least, that would be 15 whopping bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if I dont' eat bars.. It would at least be one meal. Not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering not much effort is put into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Some ideas for my English essay. Of course, in the exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't write about a guy who can bring the dead back to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life with a touch of his finger, then banish them to eternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep with another touch, or about a boy who can bend air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fire earth and water. But.. there are certain viable story lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ok, the &lt;u&gt;Bad points:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I do realise that this hours wasted could put me into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finishing my whole Bio book. IN A DAY. Which would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potentially be more productive. But would I reach such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;levels of satisfaction as I have today. NO. So would I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my day any differently?. A resounding NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, watching shows &amp;amp; playing games like this makes my&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;brain dead. I know. Because my brain really becomes rusty, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;refuses to think. Hell, I think I wouldn't even be able to do my&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;times table now. I know its bad. But there are many  things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;out there which I really like, and I'm sure everybody likes which &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we all know is not good. But who gives a damn?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-251330470123985897?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/251330470123985897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=251330470123985897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/251330470123985897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/251330470123985897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/06/television-galore-my-my.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-7498342214048146166</id><published>2008-06-08T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:38.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;My, do I like this show. Along with the Terminator: The Sarah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Connor Chronicles, I've found the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;two shows I decided to atch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;replacing the void left behind by American Idol, Survivor &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Project Runway 3. Haha. Hey, thats a reduction from THREE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;to TWO :D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Pushing Daisies about a guy who can bring people back to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;and return them to a state of non-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;living with a touch. Morbid? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Hardly. It's done so cheerily =) puts me in a good mood =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;The show isn't quite utopian, but its different from reality. Abit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;like a mix between reality and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;cartoon =), well at least the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;whole setting gives me that sort of vibe. The colour palette used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;certainly resembles a cartoon too. Cheery, cute colours, abit of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;contrast to the number of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;people dieing on the shows. Although &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;the deaths are utterly un-morbid. The show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;makes their death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;so.. daily routine, happening everywhere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;nothing out of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;common. And the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;revivals to be something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;thoughtlessness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Saying something here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;The lead, Lee Pace is kinda charismatic &amp;amp; cute if I may say so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;haha. Not the typical hot &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;handsome type.. but heck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEv6f6NkD2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/0y5jVjEesF4/s1600-h/Lee+Pace.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209532820093144930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEv6f6NkD2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/0y5jVjEesF4/s400/Lee+Pace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEv6gOvz_pI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WQPftHrSZmY/s1600-h/daisies_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209532825605504658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEv6gOvz_pI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WQPftHrSZmY/s400/daisies_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I desperately need a new Playstation 3 console. D-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;E-S-P-E-R-A-T-E-L-Y. My PS2 is in tatters. Thanks to my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt; wonderful dear brother who only knows how to wreck it by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;playing his football games 24/7 and deleting my saved games to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt; make space for his frigging football games. DUDE... I reached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt; GENERAL level in Star Wars 2: And he just deleted it AWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt; POOF! Magic show like that. AARGH. My racing games which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm a lil' away from completely just evaporated into the air too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;GREAT. GREAT. GREAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Considering how I recently suck at playing games, it is going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;take me forever to get back there. I'm sorely in need of practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt; Sorely in need of time too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-7498342214048146166?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/7498342214048146166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=7498342214048146166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7498342214048146166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7498342214048146166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/06/pushing-daisies-my-do-i-like-this-show.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEv6f6NkD2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/0y5jVjEesF4/s72-c/Lee+Pace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-6716969784438202583</id><published>2008-06-07T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:39.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dragonball moive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEq6M5IU7dI/AAAAAAAAAIc/258mOPhnRWU/s1600-h/invisibleprem7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209180649664343506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEq6M5IU7dI/AAAAAAAAAIc/258mOPhnRWU/s400/invisibleprem7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I think that Justin Chatwin (The son in War Of the Worlds, and the guy in The Invisible) is really pretty darn hot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEq6NHgMjHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/x_XfYPY6cmQ/s1600-h/gokukidnh8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209180653522553970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEq6NHgMjHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/x_XfYPY6cmQ/s400/gokukidnh8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; But him as Goku in the Dragonball Z movie seems abit miscast. Heck..If I didn't know that Goku wasn't Asian, and is in fact an Alien... I would be totally repulsed by this casting. But the movie poster does remind me of Sky High haha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(The Orginial Dragonball series)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEq6NW8P1HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rq_74-Hfn4w/s1600-h/dragonball.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209180657666741362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEq6NW8P1HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rq_74-Hfn4w/s400/dragonball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; On the other hand, overall.. if you have seen a couple of other stills on the net, I think the movie is really reminiscent of Speed Racer. High chance of a bomb.. HUGE bomb... Sad to say, 'cos I did kinda like the series back then. It was pretty nice. But.. Justin Chatwin is much hotter than Emile Hirsch on a brightside.. Maybe it might turn out good.. Who knows ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-6716969784438202583?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/6716969784438202583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=6716969784438202583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6716969784438202583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6716969784438202583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/06/dragonball-moive-i-think-that-justin.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEq6M5IU7dI/AAAAAAAAAIc/258mOPhnRWU/s72-c/invisibleprem7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-8051059817454895546</id><published>2008-06-07T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T08:37:42.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indy 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Indian Jones 4: The Kingdom Of the Crystal Skull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was nice. Good movie. Kept me glued to the screen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;throughout the whole movie. At least I didn't have an isatiable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;urge to walk off. Well other than one point of the movie. That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whole part made me want to gag. Which part? This Part: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where Harisson Ford &amp;amp; Shia LeBeouf found Orellana's cradle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The whole part looked like it came from a B-grade, low budget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;movie. It was completely fake. The natives there didn't look CG-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ed. But their make up was horrendous, the way they died was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just cut grade. It looked like one of those spoofs that can be f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;found on youtube. They completely did not look realisitc. To be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;honest, it was kind of like a school play. Quality control people!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But I didn't quite like the alien plot either. Would have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;better if they kept to good old Incan legend. El Salvador, city of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gold, instead of making it into the city of treasure where the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;treasure was knowledge from ALIENS. *Rolls eyes at this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;point*. Kinda cheesy. It just didn't quite suit the whole plot, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whole context. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Still, it was enjoyable and nice. Not the best movie, probably &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;didn't live up to its name, thank god I didn't have much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;expectations, but I did like it nonetheless. Shia LeBeouf rocked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;out again. His acting was good. A natural actor. I kinda miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Even Stevens on Disney Channel. His facial expressions are all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so realistic! Not that the rest of the actors were bad either. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;was hot. Charisma-exuding yeah! Indiana Jones of the next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;generation! Well that is if he finishes school with an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;archaeology degree and not be a motorcycle-greaser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Particularly liked the sword fighting scene with Cate Blanchett. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The point where he became sort of the hero. Done his father &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;proud definitely. His hairstyle, and his character though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reminded me of Tommy Williams from Shawshank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Redemption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The black, sleeked back hair, slighly puffing up at the top, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;typical of the '50s era. Heh. Still kinda attractive. He brought a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;certain fun to the screen. The young counterpart of the ageing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Harrison Ford. Definitely a Hollywood star to look out for, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;especially if Steven Spielberg is favouring him. First and only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;choice for the role after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The action was still good. Might have made the movie better if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;there was more of it. It is still primarily an action movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Although the action scenes with Harrison Ford in it was slightly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wierd maybe because of his age. He looked so tentative, like he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;was thinking everytime before he made a move in case he broke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a bone or something. But, not bad for a man his age. Although &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;his age did show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On the other hand, Shia LeBeouf was all young man rage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dashing without any thought. The recklessness + his certain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;degree of intellect makes the action E-X-C-I-T-I-N-G. Although &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the movie on the whole never really got my blood-pumping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Slightly simliar to all the other treasure seeking movies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;National Treasure included. Must all the hiding places of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;treasure be behind some sort of water body... At least this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;round they didn't trek through some mountain, but hiked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;through a jungle instead. The water and gold element must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;always be there. And there's always the greedy fat arse who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wants the gold all to himself and will inevitably be left behind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and the perennial bad ass who wants to get to the treasure who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;too will die. Of course the lack of technology (other than the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;friggin space ships) in Indy makes it different from the high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tech world of National Treasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I won't comment on the directing. Not because it was bad. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;because I don't know what to say about it. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is my second movie of the week. And if I have my way and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;decide to abandon all hope of getting down to studying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tomorrow, I'll be enjoying yet another movie. Might watch 21, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;except I don't really feel like doing so. Though, I might watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kite Runner online. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-8051059817454895546?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/8051059817454895546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=8051059817454895546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8051059817454895546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8051059817454895546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/06/indy-4.html' title='Indy 4'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-9185715829506545222</id><published>2008-06-06T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:41.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shawshank Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SElaZGsXRRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/79K5k7lncXY/s1600-h/414px-ShawshankRedemptionMoviePoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208793831370605842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SElaZGsXRRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/79K5k7lncXY/s400/414px-ShawshankRedemptionMoviePoster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Fear can hold you prisoner, Hope can set you free'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wrongly convicted banker (Andy), jailed for the murder of his wife and lover. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raped in prison by three pervertic crazed felons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Makes lifelong friends with Red &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takes a young clueless boy under his guidance who is killed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Digs his way out of prison, through the faeces pipe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other choice quotes I can't really remember but love: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prison takes the life out of you, the part that matters anywhere - Morgan Freeman as Red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salvation is truly within (the bible) - Tim Robbins as Andy [ Only watching the movie will result in the irony here ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for the movie. &lt;3.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why its so wonderful:&lt;br /&gt;1. The actors rockk. Everybody from Tim Robbins (Andy) as the lead to Gill Bellows (Tommy Williams) as the young promising man who got murdered without justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The cruel irony of prison life. That life outside can be tougher. That even as a respected man in the prison, discrimination by the public minutes you to a small particle, insignificant by any standards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's just thought provocating. Wonder what happened to the rest of the characters. I just wished that Andy had offered the help he had given Red to the rest. Which begs the questions that has been put forward: Perhaps the ending is just a figment of Red's imagination. But do I belive so. Nah. Hope is good. Being a cynic probably wouldn't make a very happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The bastard Prison Warden Norton. Bastard. But he does add a certain other dimension to the movie. Worst thing he ever did - confine Andy to 'the hole' for 2 months and kill Tommy Williams for telling the truth. His death at the end is just gratifying. A bullet definitely not wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tommy Williams &amp;amp; Andy Dufene: Short lived relationship on screen. But great chemistry. Andy was just like a big brother, taking care of Tommy, giving him hope by educating him. Hope to take care of his wife and young child, to escape the fate of Brooke. But the bastard Norton had to take it all away, just like the way he crushed the cigaratte. So easily and cruelly with a twist of his foot. Man did he deserve to die. (: Makes me happy to say he deserves to die haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you dont' know what i'm talking about, then you are missing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even on youtube: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/viks"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/viks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-9185715829506545222?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/9185715829506545222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=9185715829506545222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/9185715829506545222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/9185715829506545222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/06/shawshank-redemption.html' title='The Shawshank Redemption'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SElaZGsXRRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/79K5k7lncXY/s72-c/414px-ShawshankRedemptionMoviePoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-8556984252013710761</id><published>2008-06-04T06:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:42.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bloody pissed with Geog teachers. They did not mark our Geog mock papers. Returned them to us, exactly the way most of us handed up last Tuesday, with the exception of those doing badly. And apparently they took the overall results. Well, didn't the thought that perhaps, some people who did better in SS could have put up their horrendous Geography score ?!?!?!. Stupid. And furthermore, they were grumbling about how we did not put in effort, and we answered our questions wrongly. Sorry to say, but, if you are going to mark only bad papers, then I don't feel its right to criticise the rest of us for not studying! Which just begs the question: Why did I even study in the first place. To test my speed?? Well, I don't think that there's anything wrong with my speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next grouse about our education system. Seriously, speed of handwriting should not be such a major factor. Sure, talk about time management. Talk about, if you know your things, you know ur stuff, time will not be a factor. But the problem is that some people write slowly. Speed at which your hand moves probably won't play too big a role in the future where computers are a major part of our lives will it! Maybe we should be more forward looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other day, while watching news on channel 8, I caught the segment on Hong Kong schools being encouraged to switch off air conditioning to conserve energy. FREAK. Our classrooms dont' even have a single air-con in sight. We bear with the summer heat. And they are complaining of temperatures scaling 28degrees. Yah right. Temperatues hit 33 + degrees here. And even this sounds hypocritical for temperatures went much higher in other countries like India where air conditioning is such a luxury, where food might not come at a daily basis. Its like Hong Kong is turning into a Mega Indoor stadium, and Singapore falls behind in the development race while other countries languish in poverty. * Income disparity alert *But maybe, in an ironic way, we are more advanced? For we do not need to devise a 'no air-con' day to conserve electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my own personal indulgence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEaVEfOLiPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RTgiOVcmEQ4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208013923433548018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEaVEfOLiPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RTgiOVcmEQ4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HehHeh. Bloody pretty. Love this red. The PS3? WHATEVER. Until they make the PS3 sleaker, slimmer and in this shade, then thats the real deal. Srsly, the design of the PS3 is a step back. Big and bulky. The PS2 owns it. And my hands are itching to play NFS or some fighting game or a war game. Need some adrenaline. Pity I suck at racing games these days after not playing for such a long time. Nvm, AFTER THE O's I SAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sigh. I couldn't get the ink cartridges of Wijaya's new printer working for me today. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUCK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-8556984252013710761?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/8556984252013710761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=8556984252013710761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8556984252013710761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8556984252013710761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/06/bloody-pissed-with-geog-teachers.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SEaVEfOLiPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RTgiOVcmEQ4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-5897017440092317066</id><published>2008-05-23T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:44:32.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OOOOH I remember. ROBERT DOWNEY JR. HE WAS SO &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FUNNY AND HOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; YESTERDAY. DID I SAY I LOVE HIM . :D. Haha. He rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-5897017440092317066?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/5897017440092317066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=5897017440092317066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5897017440092317066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5897017440092317066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/05/ooooh-i-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-8036441304911712002</id><published>2008-05-22T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T05:53:52.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;American Idol Finales &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WAS GREAT. And here's why:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. David Cook &lt;strong&gt;won&lt;/strong&gt;. Not sure that was such a good thing after he sang the winning song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;One Republic&lt;/strong&gt;. They &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ROCK. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Favourite band next to Maroon 5. Too bad Archuleta had to destroy the song with his flat tone, unemotional singing. LEARN FROM RYAN TEDDER DUDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. George Michael's &lt;strong&gt;'Praying From Time'&lt;/strong&gt; is so darn meaningful. At least from what I caught: The rich declare themselves poor. And it was so melodic :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Michael Johns AND David Hernandez&lt;/strong&gt; (who cares if he worked as a stripper). Both are leading man material. Hope for their new album. And I still think that Top 6 Should all have been guys. Lets see: David A., David C., David H., Michael Johns, Jason Castro. AND Josiah Lemming. Yes I still like him. He has a recording contract, eat that all you haters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thats all I can remember now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, preferably I should be remebering Geog / Bio. But none is going into my head, so lets see:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT AMERICAN IDOL SHOULD GET RID OF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. All the old old old old old songs / Or rather the gross cheesy themes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. The gross winning song. L-O-S-E-R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, back to Geog / Bio I guess. If I were David Cook right now. ~ Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-8036441304911712002?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/8036441304911712002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=8036441304911712002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8036441304911712002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8036441304911712002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-idol-finales-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-7978094747218851948</id><published>2008-05-16T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T04:28:52.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;According to Wikipedia, 16th Of May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. 136th / 137th day of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. 1882 - Greek War of Independance, The Turks capture the Greek town of Souli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. 1929 - First Academy Awards were handed out. (Coolness! FYI it was held at Hotel Roosevelt :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. 2005 - Kuwait permits women's suffrage in a 35 - 25 National Assembly vote. (You go gal!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Birthdates, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="1982" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1982"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1982&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Joo Ji Hoon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joo_Ji_Hoon"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Joo Ji Hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;, Korean actor and model &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="1986" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1986"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1986&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Megan Fox" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Megan_Fox"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;, American actress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1973 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tori Spelling" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tori_Spelling"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tori Spelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;, American actress (GROSSNESS OF GROSSNESS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And Finally.. 16th of May will go down in history as the day &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was born. Of course this wasn't in Wiki. If it was I wouldn't be in SCGS, getting infuriated, and letting people piss me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well firstly, before I go on and rant about how unreasonable alot of people are, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I shall say that I have the SWEETEST FRIENDS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D who bought me an Awfully Chocolate cake ! Lovely. I will buy them a cake too! Or maybe something else. I'm such a nice friend obviously too you see. And oh, yeah, I was pretty pissed with Ms Choo because my dear old friend TingFang told me that Ms Choo cancelled oral practice because she was busy, when she was the one who got it rescheduled. Well, I must say, I applaud you for your lying skills! Thanks to me right. And I hope she didn't hear what i said in English. If she did, hopefully the slice of chocolate cake would be nice enough to make her forget. This song is dedicated to you all: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;You're So Lovely - Scouting For Girls &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ok, NOW THE BAD BAD PART. I really shouldn't be saying all these on my birthday. Karma might come to bite me back on my arse. But then, karma would bite SO and SO on their asses too. Well, make that SO and SO and SO and SO. Ok, enough with the SO and SO, lets name them! Well, I shan't. I will not disclose personal details and make what is very bad relations in class to sour more. I shall continue dao-ing them personally on the bus. Maybe not the last two SOs since they are teachers. Well, lets see what happened. No.1 Why shouldn't there be more dissection classes. This is robbing many people of an oppurtunity. The person who restricted it to ONE class should die. Then, the other three SOs pissed me because, they have no clue on how to get things done. Not that I'm an elitist or whatever, but I really think that they should go according to merit when the class is oversubscribed. Its kind of like shouldn't we be better considered for a DISSECTION CLASS than people who don't even do that well, and have probably zilch chances of being a doctor. Its not like its a netball class (not to discriminate. Just an example). AND they should take a 101 crash course on lying when trying to mask their biasness. I rather they come clean and just say that they were biased than lie and say that they couldn't remember who are in 4SY. COME ON DUDE. LOUSY LIARS. If you really believe that people will actually believe that, then ur brain is even more underdeveloped than I think. I really hope that the people whom this is to reads this. Hopefully more get pissed. That will make me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, that is the whole point of me writing this lengthy thing ya know. To piss people off, and find enjoyment in that. Thanks, I'm sadist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Moving beyond my angst, I really feel for the people in China and Myanmar. The cyclone and earthquakes are really devastating. The boy with both arms amputated on news broke my heart. He wanted at least one arm so that he can hold a pen in school. To read and study. I will remember that my life when I feel like slacking. And everybody should remember that. We have the oppurtunity that others don't, and we should use it. It's just saddening. The governers or whoever built the buildings should be a guilt wreck. The people involved in lining their pockets and risking the lives of so many should feel guilt now. If they don't then they really have no heart. I wonder how it feels to be spending the ill-gotten money, the wealth that was built on the deaths of so many. Their hands are truly stained with blood. These are the real criminals. More so than the ruthless gangsters that murder people. Just because of their actions, a few ten thousand people die, many more so disabled, lifes ruined, many a mother's hearts broken. Probably death should be the way out for these corrupted, evil people. Yet, maybe this is the way out for criminals. Perhaps, they should stand up for the world to see the faces of the murderer of tens of thousands of lives. Yes they should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-7978094747218851948?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/7978094747218851948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=7978094747218851948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7978094747218851948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7978094747218851948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/05/according-to-wikipedia-16th-of-may-1.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-1449460121857869875</id><published>2008-05-13T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:54:14.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;My four current favourite websites: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rustylime.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;www.rustylime.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sachagreif.com/drse/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.sachagreif.com/drse/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt; (Design resource search engine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bittbox.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;www.bittbox.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.jimmyr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;http://blog.jimmyr.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;They are all freaking good. Probably shouldn't be wasting my time reading all these lame things when I could be ultra-productive studying for my Geography test tomorrow which I haven't even started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Rustylime and  Jimmy R are wickedly funny. Jimmy R and the Bittbox guy are darn talented. and the design resouce search engine probably speaks for itself. :D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Really, I don't understand the whole point of my lugging around the textbook (esp geography and ss), studying things that are way back dated. The tablet PC is so much cooler and more viable if we are suppossed to be updated on current affairs to be used in our essays. Whats the use of the teachers emphasising on the importance of current affairs when they just bat an eyelid and turn their head to carry on teaching the geog / ss textbook which is full of dated examples, which they want us to use in our essays. Kinda stupid isn't it. And for that, I conclude the tablet PC the winner in the future of education. Heh. Furthermore it doesn't kill as many trees, though it leads to the problem of increased energy use. Which actually probably cancels itself out because no tractors needed to log trees, no saw mills needed, no oil needed to tranposrt the logged trees / papers. What a wonderful geography student I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-1449460121857869875?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/1449460121857869875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=1449460121857869875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1449460121857869875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1449460121857869875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-four-current-favourite-websites-www.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-6430866758746178838</id><published>2008-05-08T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:42.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mr Jo treated us to Iron man on wednesday. It was awesome beyond words. Although there was a non-existent plot. The technology is a dream. Maybe I should work harder on my physics and read something in that line in University :D. Haha. Only downside, the holograms part where Robert Downey Jr swiped the parts in and out is a bit rehashed from Minority Report. Other than that, I had no gripes about the movie. It is fantastic. Everybody should watch it. I'm in love with Robert Downey Jr. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pictures that I shall selectively post. (i.e. where I don't look too bad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SCMP0spKBuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fUhxKbZH5lo/s1600-h/robert-downey-jr-iron-man-400a062507.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198015792927082210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SCMP0spKBuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fUhxKbZH5lo/s400/robert-downey-jr-iron-man-400a062507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Heheh. No. This is not me. DUH. Its Robert Downey Jr. His charisma is MESMERISING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SCMP1MpKBvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PnEPKCIstS0/s1600-h/07052008249.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198015801517016818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SCMP1MpKBvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PnEPKCIstS0/s400/07052008249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me, Wijaya and Ting / The giraffe. Haha. Poor her, so many nicks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SCMP1cpKBwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vVJhurF6y8I/s1600-h/07052008250.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198015805811984130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SCMP1cpKBwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vVJhurF6y8I/s400/07052008250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SCMP1spKBxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ynwOF0C19ps/s1600-h/07052008252.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198015810106951442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SCMP1spKBxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ynwOF0C19ps/s400/07052008252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in the same order!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SCMP1spKByI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1aj5G-D5y1k/s1600-h/07052008253.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198015810106951458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SCMP1spKByI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1aj5G-D5y1k/s400/07052008253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Us at Vivo. After the movie. Exhilirating movie. Haha. We had a class photo too. But the quality is BAD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But really, I wonder what the weapons makers have to say after watching the movie. Will they have more stringent rules on weapons for terrorists? Really, the war in Iraq would be solved so much easily if they didn't have weapons. Wouldn't all wars be over if this were to happen. Would all wars be over if the Jericho really existed? I wonder if it does. Its cool in a game. Not so cool in real life if you think of the people dieing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-6430866758746178838?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/6430866758746178838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=6430866758746178838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6430866758746178838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6430866758746178838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/05/mr-jo-treated-us-to-iron-man-on.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/SCMP0spKBuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fUhxKbZH5lo/s72-c/robert-downey-jr-iron-man-400a062507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-8252893307003224148</id><published>2008-04-23T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:56:21.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gosh school has been such a pithole of nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies is officially the worst subject ever. Below Chinese. I'm sorry man. But seriously, who wants to listen to propoganda in school. I understand that yeah, the govt probably wants us to learn the lessons of Venice which is closely paralleled to Singapore (small island, port yaddyadaya). Honestly, don't all these sound like what a future minister would be studying. I'm not interested. Bye politics. So perhaps, the powers that decide could provide me with a choice and spare me the agony of sitting in class trying to get interested so that I can score better. What a waste of productive time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the case of Venice and Social studies, I am like at awe of what these ancient people have done in terms of architecture, finance sector etc. The Giro system. We are still freaking using it now. Architecture. Close to nothing has been as impressive in the same vein of the European buildings. Here we are in the 20th century in wonderment over how these people have been so innovative, amazed over how the pyramids of giza was built etc etc. Maybe instead of all the proclaimed progress we've made, we have instead gone backwards. Surely those people didn't sit around on their butts thinking how wonderful it was that their ancestors have discovered a, b and c and suddenly inspiration hits them and these magnificent ideas and strucutres spring out of the ground. Perhaps, instead of educating us on how important innovation is, maybe teach us to innovate, encourage innovation by providing us with a practical means. And no, I&amp;amp;E fair and carnival do not count. Surely encouragement for a certain thing does not rise from inculcatting in us the advantages of it. We didn't come to love games because our parents told us how great the gore on screen would be for our future. Addiction to the idiot box was not the result of advocating of the benefits of it. It is because we are in contact with it everyday and the packaging for it has been so great everybody wants to have a part in it. Maybe that’s the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleargh. The structure of our exams is just boring my school life. I hate everybody. Including you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-8252893307003224148?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/8252893307003224148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=8252893307003224148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8252893307003224148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8252893307003224148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/04/gosh-school-has-been-such-pithole-of.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-7070974132701837842</id><published>2008-04-03T02:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:06:05.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;School is a pile of mess. Nothing is really going right. I probably flunked Physics. Great. Lalalalala. All the teachers are really just tyrants in disguise. If there was going to be a next world war, the teachers would be the next Hitler. A nation made out of teachers would be the next Japan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They are such tyrants. What they say will go. What we say will not go. They pretend to give us a voice by setting up a student forum. But matter of fact is that, they think that our suggestions are shit. When it really is what we feel. Combined recess is a failure. No matter what the grand plan behind it was for us to meet up between levels for project. Do they think we would do that? NOOO. In fact, combined recess has sort of become the period where the canteen becomes overcrowded with people, the queues snake all the way to the back. Everybody is hot and bothered, people bring food from home, stallholders earn less. It's such a failure that nobody is happy with it. I doubt most of the teachers are very happy with it either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Another point of contention: The secondary 1s get on my nerve. SO MUCH. Especially a certain class whose class tee is blue. Ugly bright blue. They cut in front of all the queues, they piss everybody off. They don't even get the hint when people behind them voice out their displeasure, that they should act with decorum, that there ar many people in queue. I don't understand them. Do they think that they can get away with it. If I see another one of them doing it, I will blow my top. Honestly, isn't lining in queue the basic courtesy one should have. Didn't their primary school teachers teach them? Or for that matter of fact their kindergarten teachers. And it is not that we are being snobbish about people cutting queue. Let's see if they dare to cut the queue in a hawker center. They would probably have insults hurled at them. And being the delicate little flowers or 'jade' that they are, they would probably crumble under the insults. Being courteous, thinking of others and apparently street smart, is not their forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The forum just brought my irritation out again. The prefects were annoying everybody with their 'you are acknowledged'. ??? Well, maybe i'm too dense to realise that that's the proper way a forum is suppossed to be conducted in. But that's beside the point. When we bring up something that we feel should be changed, such as the common recess and the classrooms being locked up, they feel compelled to explain their actions, in a tone that was embellished with irritation and their mindset that they are right just shone through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The most irritating thing was the locked up classrooms. If classrooms in primary schools can be left open, why can't it be left open in secondary schools? Don't tell me we as secondary school pupils cannot conduct ourselves properly and not steal other's properties? I'm sure we can. Maybe it is true that Singaporeans will never become a nation with grace. Hah. If we at 16 cannot do it, how can we do it when we as adults have already become cynical. &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/4461864860396470024-7070974132701837842?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/7070974132701837842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=7070974132701837842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7070974132701837842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7070974132701837842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-is-pile-of-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-8091166812281434052</id><published>2008-03-25T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T03:42:34.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sigh, the rain is bugging me. Even though, I think black clouds in the sky look much more realistic than white clouds in the sky which appear as fluffly cotton floss. According to Cheryl, that's what make the white clouds realistic, as do writers always describe their white clouds. But then again, I dont' expect to grab a fistful of cotton candy if I do, in any possibilty, grab a fistful of clouds. Right, I'm wierd. But honestly God needs to stop letting his eyes flow so easily so that I (and I'm sure many others) can go jogging to lose all my unwanted fats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't think I have ever written in such 'flowery language' in my blog ever before, but I so need to improve my English after another horrid English lesson. My narrative sucks. Well, I think Ms Choo think it sucks because there is no plot. But.. some short stories don't have a plot too! Like the ones in Island voices! STUPID. That's why I say double standards. Maybe my narrative was just an abstract piece of work?? :D. Who knows. It might be worth millions in future. Get your hands on it now ! More demoralising was my lack of vocab for oral. SIGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Honestly, more than I ever have in my entire life, I hate school. Why do I have that feeling every time its my last year in a school? Maybe because of the major exams we have. Maybe the government should just abolish such rigid examinations so that we can enjoy the process of learning more? Of course, I'm well aware of the existence of certain people on this face of Earth who actually ENJOY exams. Well, suffice to say, they are freaks. They enjoy depriving themselves of the joys of life such as watching television and randomly watching hilarious videos on youtube. In my opinion, they are probably in the same league as those who cut themselves. Honestly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/4461864860396470024-8091166812281434052?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/8091166812281434052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=8091166812281434052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8091166812281434052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8091166812281434052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/03/sigh-rain-is-bugging-me.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-1232326282096955900</id><published>2008-03-20T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T07:00:40.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The week just went by incredibly boring and fast. Almost one week since the start of holidays. I spent every single day of the week slacking in front of the computer and refusing to move my big fat ass. Wow what a motivated girl I am for someone taking the Os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The teachers are really annoying me. Seriously. And my CA1 sucks. So Badly. I want to tear it up and eat it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't understand the problem with teachers holding us back forever during assembly and talking as if we WANT to hear them talk. NOT. Well I must say the people with the biggest egos are teachers. Not surprised many of them are suffering from mental illness. I would really appreciate it if people such as *takes a breath* Ms Beh, Mrs Chia, Ms Goh and Feng Rong would perhaps mysteriously be struck with oh maybe schizophrenia? That would get them out of my life for a looooooooooooong time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Still with the unhappiness I have with school, I am really not happy about the whole handphone rule. We can only use them in the canteen and the area outside the ballet room? Whats wrong with them? What happened to progessing? It seems to have gone backwards. Last year we could use them along the CCA corridors and the Peranakan Garden. So much so for progression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Furthermore, I thought the school advocated simulating a working life for us. Remember the whole shit about us being not suppossed to pee in the middle of lessons because that is what its like during meetings? Well if that analogy holds, the school should be the company and lesson times meetings. Are workers not allowed to use handphones after their meetings? I should supposse not? Complete double standards. That's why school is crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-1232326282096955900?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/1232326282096955900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=1232326282096955900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1232326282096955900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1232326282096955900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/03/week-just-went-by-incredibly-boring-and.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-6211163612998820008</id><published>2008-03-10T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T09:06:40.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh wow. It's the March holidays already. Time just flew by didn't it. Before I know it it will be next year and I will be cussing myself over not working hard enough at this point of time. I know I will. Definitely I will be doing that. What a bleak future for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, my present isn't too much brighter either. Literature lessons in school for one hour for two days just dampens my mood even further. It's plain stupid. Can't it be 2 hours for one day and save me the trouble of going back to school twice. Thats one dollar saved and if my dad sends me 1.50 + petrol fees. IF I took the bus, petrol is also used! So therefore, the teachers are just trying to waste oil, send oil prices up, cause more conflicts between oil rich countries, cause other related products to increase in price and cause inflation and a greater income disparity. Ok I am crapping. Probably because of the lack of sleep caused by the wonderful thoughtful considerate literature teachers again. I love them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's face it, holidays are still the best times. No need to sleep and wake up early. I feel more energetic already! And I've been toying with photoshop recently. Really cool. Cooler than Illustrator since I don't have ready made manufactured art skills. The effects are darn cool, but shall not post them here since I don't use my own photos. I dont' want to get caught and thrown to jail. I'm sure u won't want that either. You will miss me to you die won't you. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-6211163612998820008?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/6211163612998820008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=6211163612998820008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6211163612998820008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6211163612998820008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-637887297709367689</id><published>2008-03-05T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:58:52.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need to move out of this pathetic week. This pathetic pathetic pathetic week. Everything's going wrong all the time. I lost my wallet for one day. With my IC in it. Great. Fantastic. Thank god I found it or else I would have to spend 100 bucks. And my head will be on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amaths test didn't serve well to boost my morale. Neither did SS. I felt even more demoralised during English. My vocabulary bank is like 0. There is no money inside the bank. Zilch. Ms Choo kept emphasizing on vocabulary and all the words she said, I understood, but I didn't know how to use it. I guess I'm just going to have be contend with failing my English o lvl orals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then for some reason I got incredibly pissed off with teachers. I don't understand why we must keep quiet while waiting for some lousy presenter who is late for her presentation! I mean we aren't exactly mute. Neither are we brainless folks who cannot think and voice our opinions. Don't they think that we will get very bored and restless when we are sitting on the cold hard floor and waiting for somebody who is late. Freaking late. What is the deal with it. And they get so pissed off with us talking. Its just TALKING. It's not like its the seven cardinal sins or some heinous crime. Maybe 10 years later it will be a federal crime. Ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Watched American Idol yesterday. The guy's night of course. Don't you think they are so funnyae. Now there are two gay guys with one who performs lap dancing nude for male customers and another incredibly funny Danny Noriega. He is so handsome! If only he wasn't gay. If only. Know what you are thinking! *WHATEVER. With the simon cowell - danny noriega made famous one handed moose sign*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-637887297709367689?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/637887297709367689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=637887297709367689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/637887297709367689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/637887297709367689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-to-move-out-of-this-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-5338322885423475126</id><published>2008-02-29T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:27:17.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;School basically didn't go very well. Physics as usual was bleargh. Since when hasn't it ever been bleargh. I was helping Mel find her ws when Mrs Chia called me for talking or whatever. Who cares. Like she was saying something very important. Oh wells, it was probably very important to her deprived insignificant soul. Haha. What made her a little teensy weeny little bit likeable was the fact that she let us off early for recess :D. That was good. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then we had SS. Boring as usual even as Mrs Wang talked about the JI escapee. Idiotic isn't it that they let them change out into civilian clothings. And ironic at the same time that we apparently treat prisoners very humanely and in a very civilised way, but at the same time we are inhumane for our internal security act for which we arrest and detain them under. I agree for both actually. The prisoners need a trial but at the same time, they shouldn't be allowed to change! Freak who's going to know that they are escapees! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amaths sent me into a state of panic. I have no idea how to do any of the sums. Will I fail my second test of the year? Great start to the year again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Geog was the scolding period. We all got scolded for ever and ever and ever. Ms Goh's hobby is probably scolding people lah. Wonder where she gets that desire from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then the funny happy part! HAHA. We went to Sim Lim to buy Wijaya's Laptop. She was so confused over what to buy. Well, in then end she bought Vaio. Like she always wanted. But the process sure was funny. We stopped at the busstop which we nearly missed, but thanks to me we didn't! Then she asked if we wanted to eat waffles. So it went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wijaya: Eh Nattie Chia want to eat waffles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nat: Yess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me: No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wijaya: Chia go look for waffles for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-.-' She ask until like she know where got waffles and then she asked me to go look for them. Like I'm her servant like that arh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyways we went to look for laptops and Wijaya apparently wanted a small compact laptop for her to throw around. wow. A 2 thousand bucks purchase to throw around. Well we ended up buying the Vaio at the MC.2 shop. And Ting being the perpetual idiot asked me if we went to this shop because of the name! Lame lah she. Anyawys, the salespeople all ignored us at first ok. They probably thought we were just nuisance looking around for fun. Little did they know that Wijaya's rich! Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AFTER we decided on a Sony, Wijaya took forever to choose colours. See this is the good thing about buying laptops with one colour. No need to choose. She on the other hand must see from near then see from far to see if the colour looks good everywhere. Then she nearly bought the pink one. Ting nearly killed her. Well, then she bought white. Which I guess is ok other than the fact that it will yellow after a while. Hope she doens't regret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Then, we took the cab to Newton MRT station! Specially sponsored by Wijaya. Hehe. The taxi uncles should all be nicer. They all so rude one. Kenasai ok. They all suck. They probably think we are easy people to bully. They need to be more polite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ok whatever then we went to Plaza Sing to watch Jumper! Hayden Christensen is HAWT except for the part where he's stomach fats are hanging down. Well, who am I to say that since I probably have more fats than that. But wat bugged me was that he couldn't fight for nuts. COULDN'T. And he wanted to go save Rachel Bilson by himself. Wow. So much so for intelligence. And he could have killed Sameul L Jackson freakin easily at the end of the show. He didn't. Well yeah I geddit. They want him back for the sequel. But doesn't it defy logics. U leave him his life so that he can come haunt you and try to kill your girlfriend again. Smart. Jamie Bell was helluva funny guy. And he could fight! Honestly if you put him beside Hayden Christensen you would think that Hayden was the one who can fight (based on physique alone)! He needs to pick up some survival skills from Bell if he wants to survive. Oh yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But I totally disagree with critiques that he cant' act! I thought it was fine and better than many people ( Rachel Bilson for one). Especially his look of anguish when he left Rachel Bilson behind at the Rome airport. Oh wells. I felt good contributing my 8 bucks for this movie! Haha. That's basically wierd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh right, then I bought plasters that cost 40 cents each when I could have bought those taht cost 6 cents each. All thanks to my dearest mom. My heart pain. Esp after the financial literacy course. Ok, I am never lending those plasters to anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The bus ride home was torturous. I hate jams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-5338322885423475126?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/5338322885423475126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=5338322885423475126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5338322885423475126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5338322885423475126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/02/friday-school-basically-didnt-go-very.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-2297613478767731727</id><published>2008-02-28T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T05:38:28.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Terrorist escapes hell lot of army and Gurkhas in our school. It's kind of cool actually :) And to quote my lit teacher some of them are pretty hot. Haha. But honestly if I were them I would rather go run 10 km then go stand there like idiots in the hot hot sun. It's not as if that Mas guy will still be around the vicinity or in the forest. He will die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If I would him I would have hopped onto a cab the minute I escaped, then went to the harbour and get on a boat out of Singapore and earning a shot at freedom ! I mean no one knew that he escaped like hours AFTER he did. Yes. And if he really did that Singapore is going to be the laughing stock of the world since we let a limping man escape in our apparently very high security detention centre. So much so for our war against terrorist when we let a shall I repeat LIMPING man escape. What's going to happen to the able bodied let alone fit people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Perhaps we are getting to complacent with our abilities and security. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-2297613478767731727?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/2297613478767731727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=2297613478767731727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2297613478767731727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2297613478767731727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/02/terrorist-escapes-hell-lot-of-army-and.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-2343470676496144097</id><published>2008-02-14T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T05:06:20.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;American Idol just made me sad. They kicked Josiah Leming out! Freaks.... I think he's the original fellow in the competition, and the one with REAL musical talent. Besides, he would have made it further than alot of other people they put through. For one that Chikeze Eke guy already gets on my nerves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He deserves another chance despite screwing up his last auditions.. Surely he proved himself worthy from the other auditions. Some of the top 24 didn't do that well during the last auditions too but still made it through because of credit! I'm not sure what the producers are thinking of sometimes... I'm pissed off.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well.. hope he will be the daughtry of this season. His songs are nice =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/josiahleming"&gt;www.myspace.com/josiahleming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-2343470676496144097?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/2343470676496144097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=2343470676496144097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2343470676496144097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2343470676496144097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/02/american-idol-just-made-me-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-9071716662348537084</id><published>2008-02-11T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:13:15.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Totally forgot there was the grammy's today. Well, at least I know who won what. But what really matters? What really matters is that my dear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maroon 5 won for best pop performance by a duo or group for Makes Me Wonder!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; THATS WHAT MATTERS! Hehehe. Who cares about the rehab wino or the mummy's boy Kanye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But what got me wondering is, should Maroon 5 be considered rock or pop.. Makes Me Wonder most probably sounds pop-ish.. But the album I guess is a blend of both. Well, Billboard considers them rock! They were the first rock album to hit the number one spot after Nickleback's How you remind me..Two bands I like. Two bands that rock! Haha.. Actually who cares if Maroon 5 is rock or pop. I love them still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-9071716662348537084?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/9071716662348537084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=9071716662348537084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/9071716662348537084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/9071716662348537084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/02/totally-forgot-there-was-grammys-today.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-5381626417374286401</id><published>2008-02-10T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:15:23.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My four days of Chinese New Year is gone. Gone with the wind. Just gone like that. And gone without catching up on any of my work. In fact, I still got to catch up on work when school reopens. Great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, what I DID catch up on is movies! Haha. Finally watched I am legend. After like 2 months. It was nice. Then I watched The Warlords. I HATE Jet Li in the show. Freaking annoying. Yesterday watched the Notebook after like 2 years. I'm such a sucker. Well, at least I dont' suck as much as the guests on Kang Xi lai le. They think their English is so darn good. U be the judge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYuIg7Tnc7g"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYuIg7Tnc7g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today went to Aloysious house. Serious miscommunication on who was going to be there. But honestly at least it was worthwhile going. The Wii was fun but I still got a better opinion of the Playstation 3. (Biasness!) And I learnt to play mahjong! I have wanted to learn it since forever! But its really hard. Got to like concentrate and think. Haha. I think I'm just such a noob and loser at it, that I became blur after a few rounds. Haha. No wonder I gave a 'diao' look when Nigel wanted to play a card trick with me. Thanks Jasmine for teaching me to play ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The MacBook Air is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;FREAKING COOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4461864860396470024-5381626417374286401?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/5381626417374286401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=5381626417374286401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5381626417374286401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5381626417374286401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-four-days-of-chinese-new-year-is.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-1871668240409061150</id><published>2008-02-01T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:16:07.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wells.. so long since I ever updated. Busy Busy Busy. Maybe not so much with schoolwork. But then I guess its all my fault since I tend to slack, stone and daydream whilst doing my work. Need to focussss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Not the best week ever. Chemistry tests sucked so back. Bio didn't suck as badly, but not the best test I've had. Emaths wasn't exactly a walk in the park either. Really, the teachers need to stop doing this. They are lining up tests all the way to Chinese New Year. I bet this all part of our dear principal's Mrs Low Ay Nar's brilliant plan for us to all score A1s. Chinese New Year in SCGS is DEAD this year. Really DEAD. The only sign that Chinese New Year is still proceeding as planned is the dui lian around the courtyard. Other than that is the incessant shopping everybody's going about. But OTHER than those, there's nothing else happening in the school. Well, keeping it quiet might actually have been better than the stupid two minutes of fame held by the chinese department. The Sec2s and 3s were so cheesy and badly put together, I was cringing at the performances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh wells.. the prefects invest was just basically cheesy too. The lines were bad, the plot too complicated and illogical. One and a half hours musical and they cram a whole complicated plot about travelling to this wierdo world with tribals and dead people and carbon compounds which were alive. WOW. Thats all I got out of the musical. I didnt' even understand the crap of breaking new grounds. I thought that the musical just threw that last line in at the ending to hang on to that theme by a bare thread. Really, all they needed was a simple story like a cliche love story or whatever. Easy to follow, entertaining - successful invest. I don't see HSM having a complicated storyline. Didn't do their popularity any hurt did it? Worst off was that they made us sit in the freaking shaw hall watching the musical through live feed and they make it sound like such a big deal, like some cheemology technology breakthrough and that we should be honoured etc etc. WHATEVER. All I thought about was when the freak can I get out of the freaking uncomfortable chairless shaw hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Another thought: I strongly feel that schools should be outfitted with escalators! REALLY. They wasted all the money on freaking lifts that are so small that barely five people can fit in. Like honestly, better use of that money!!!! That money could have been used to make escalators! Like one up and down escalator is better than those small lifts that have everyone queuing up for the lifts. And the whole useless crap about only teachers being able to use them. WHO ARE THE ONES WHO ARE CARRYING THOSE HEAVY BAGS TO SCHOOL PACKED FULL WITH HOMEWORK THAT THE TEACHER ASSIGNED. AND WHO ARE ONES WHO ARE STILL GROWING AND HAS ANYBODY THOUGHT ABOUT THE FACT THAT MAYBE THOSE DARN HEAVY BACKPACKS MIGHT STUN THEIR GROWTH OR GIVE THEM CURVED SPINES??? AND ALL THEY THINK IS ABOUT THEIR FREAKING LEG PAIN THAT THEY WILL EXPERIENCE IF THEY CLIMB UP THE STAIRS WITH THEIR SO NOT HEAVY BAG. REALLY. And the thing is, some teachers don't even one to move their freaking arse one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Classic Example: Mrs Amanda Chia. We are expected to walk all the way down to that stupid freaking gross science lab which is dark, hot and unconducive for learning. And she just sits her butt down there and scolds us when we are late. Nobody pays attention to her in that stupid lab. Not like anybody does in class in the first place. But the lab is just so much more stupid and a waste of time. Another point would be that making us walk down all the way to the science lab is such a waste of energy. 40 people going down versus her coming up. Of course we waste more energy and time. What is she thinking?!?!?! To think she is a Physics teacher. Oh right, she can't think! She and Mrs Kee are the only two people who does that. And I can so see Mrs Chia a few ten years down the road, assuming she still is teaching (and she doesn't get boycotted out the school ala Mrs Dong), in the same position as Mrs Kee. God bless her soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/4461864860396470024-1871668240409061150?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/1871668240409061150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=1871668240409061150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1871668240409061150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1871668240409061150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/02/wells.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-7909931075299690449</id><published>2008-01-22T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:49:24.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Starfruits cheer me up. I am so scared that I will flunk Chinese. Hopefull I won't be one of those in tears of sadness and regret tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-7909931075299690449?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/7909931075299690449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=7909931075299690449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7909931075299690449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7909931075299690449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/01/starfruits-cheer-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-4164858999853919862</id><published>2008-01-14T23:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:24:33.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm in a kind of hate everybody, won't save somebody dieing, watch them die without a feeling and kill people kind of moood. I'm honestly freaking pissed off. Don't ask me why. I dont' know why. I might get more pissed off then I MIGHT kill you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I sound like a freaking psychopath or killer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-4164858999853919862?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/4164858999853919862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=4164858999853919862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/4164858999853919862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/4164858999853919862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-in-kind-of-hate-everybody-wont-save.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-3086954880607647581</id><published>2008-01-11T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:43.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;X-Factor seriously beats American Idol hands down. The X-factor winners have like the whole package! Unlike American Idols.. Look at Taylor Hicks. Then, compare with Leona Lewis! Of course Carrie Underwood was pretty and all.. But she sings country so yeah. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's beside the point. I LOVE Leon Jackson. He rocks! Ok, maybe he isn't a rocker. More of a crooner kind of guy. But still, he is GREAT. Man that voice of his. I hope he has a single to match up to Leona Lewis. He so deserves to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;The cover of When we believe already had Christmas No.1 but it's still a remake of the Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey. Supposse I shall go search for the original. But bet I would like his better. I mean come on, a cute guy vs two drama mama... Of course I would pick the guy!!!! Haha. I sound boy crazy. But also, I think I prefer guy voices when it comes down to songs XD. Well... at least I'm straight =). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/R4eUDC2q4RI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EVhIsbbPFH8/s1600-h/leonjacksononline.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154251078575513874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/R4eUDC2q4RI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EVhIsbbPFH8/s400/leonjacksononline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Fine.. He isn't the typical Handsome suave kind of guy. But he is still cute. And his voice is so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;And it was so cute when he started crying after getting through the auditions for Xfactor. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-3086954880607647581?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/3086954880607647581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=3086954880607647581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3086954880607647581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3086954880607647581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/01/x-factor-seriously-beats-american-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/R4eUDC2q4RI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EVhIsbbPFH8/s72-c/leonjacksononline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-2023860605189617089</id><published>2008-01-09T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T04:14:00.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Man.. its been one week since IMCB haha and I finally got the pictures from Danielle.. but nope I am not posting them up.. haha since they look quite badly taken and I look rally gross in one of them. WHY WHY must my face be so bloated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ok anw.. basically the whole IMCB was kind of this cheemified biology subject on collaborative anti-viral research. Well, according to one of my group members, it wasn't cheem enough. Ok. I hate how smart he is. Well, the procedure part was OK.. we did electrophesis in school before.. so yeah. But, when I was inserting the buffer thing into the gel.. somehow I released it permaturely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;So, it was the theory part that really bothered me. It took me three whole days to digest whatever they were trying to get us to understand. Something about the sars virus and how it fuses with the chinese hamster cell line. See I do understand at least a little ok! Ok, I probably would have understood it much sooner and faster if I bothered to read the notes they give us. But I really had to do holiday homework. Which I am still trying to finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Reading the notes would also have made me seem smarter during quiz time! I sucked during quiz time. Haha.. at least I got my question correct.... by luck. Haha and one lame question. Really.. when will I ever stop procrastinating..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well all in all it was pretty fun. I mean the company just makes things much funner. Our group of five was like laughing over EVERYTHING. From the uni-brow guy to the goatee guy. Haha. Hope none of them reads this. When we went into the scientists lab we were even laughing over how everything could not be touched. LOL... when everybody was so serious and gawking at the equipment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;So lets jump back to the beginning. I am so disorganized. On the first day we recieved our cards! To get around the building. It was kinda cool. But I was so stupid I couldn't get it to work when I was trying to go up the lift on the second day. I was already late ok! I think I spent maybe 5 min trying to get it to work. I nearly called out Danielle to help me open it.. Well.. later some guy came and helped me open it. I was soo darn grateful that I didn't make a fool of myself. BUT later I ran all the way to the lab and went into the wrong lab. WITH SOMEONE IN THERE. GOD I AM SO FREAKING BLUR. Right, and my bottle dropped cos the strap broke. FREAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lectures were what took up the first 1 - 2 hours of the first day. I remember the safety lecture. Dammit. There are a million ways to die in that stupid building. And I am the most careless person. What if I die... zomg. So.. I payed full attention ok! I don't want to be killed by some flying aluminium block. Thats not the way to end my life. So stuff u definitely should not do: drink industrial grade alcohol ala some students last year. Unless you want to die or become blind. Do not drink the DI water. Unless you want to die of dehydration. It has no ions or minerals in there. And DO NOT GO NEAR anything that emits UV light. LIKE MY GROUP DID. HW WERE WE SUPPOSSED TO NOE IT WAS UV!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well, after that it was all fun. Because we were waiting for the experiment to finish, we went on a tour! We went to the basement where there were the autocleaving section. That is damn cool. Schools seriously should have an autocleaving section. Maybe the girls who have to do detention can do it. Who cares. I wont' be doing detention either way. Haha. Then we went to zebrafish facility. They are kinda cute. But then the NUS year 4 ppl were so irritating. GAHH. I was so happy when they had to leave. GOOD RIDDANCE. ONE MEMBER SHORT OF THAT GIRL, my life was so much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ok wtv. Then there was the frog facility. GROSS. The frogs were so gross. Then we watched stupid video about frogs. But its kinda gross. They squeeze the eggs out of the frog. Cruelty? Maybe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well, all in all it was really fun. Especially laughing at people. Haha and gossiping. And the demonstrators were so nice! Much more patient and nicer than our school teachers. At least they dont' scold.. unless u sleep. Well.. and there was an ex-SCGS girl as a demonstrator there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;One of the best thing probably was waking up at 8,30 haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-2023860605189617089?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/2023860605189617089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=2023860605189617089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2023860605189617089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2023860605189617089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/01/man.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-8883208202177081762</id><published>2008-01-05T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T07:50:49.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haven't got the pics from Danielle yet. But I dont' really feel like writing that lengthy long thing about IMCB anyway. Haha. I am just in slacker mood. Hope it goes off after a few days. I need to get my homework together. Doing my Lit project first because of group mates. What a good friend I am harh. BE THANKFUL WIJAYA AND MAY =). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well.. then next priority comes geog. Because someone with the surname Goh is all ready to throw me out of class if I don't. Why I can't have a slacker like Cheng for the first maybe 1 week of school. Then I won't feel so rushed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, then there's Chinese which is probably third priority. Feng Rong will give me zero if I don't hand up. I know. Because I tried it once. Bt oh wells it still is only chinese.. haha. What a model Chinese pupil I am. Then there's the other science homework. Not that I dont' care about my Science anymore.. But the Science teachers dont' really collect holiday homework.. haha. I HOPE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talking about Chinese.. Got to wake up at a blood 7.30 am for Chinese tuition so GTG.. =) Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bloody hope I don't fail O lvl chinese. Got a bad feeling about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-8883208202177081762?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/8883208202177081762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=8883208202177081762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8883208202177081762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8883208202177081762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/01/havent-got-pics-from-danielle-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-8831785678211060328</id><published>2008-01-04T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T08:04:15.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Know I'm suppossed to post today about IMCB.. But shall wait till photos come from Danielle because I'm so pathetic I don't have my own camera. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-8831785678211060328?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/8831785678211060328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=8831785678211060328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8831785678211060328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8831785678211060328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/01/know-im-suppossed-to-post-today-about.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-1261775347510435547</id><published>2008-01-03T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T06:25:21.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two days at the biopolis.. Its kinda interesting yet boring at the same time.. Will blog about it tomorrow. All three days.. going to be one lengthyyyyyy post... Till then =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-1261775347510435547?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/1261775347510435547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=1261775347510435547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1261775347510435547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1261775347510435547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-days-at-biopolis.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-7431750493081742402</id><published>2007-12-31T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:42:32.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;First Post of 2008! Haha.. well I shall dedicate this post to ranting about my obnoxious brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is freaking obnoxious. Not sure if that is the correct word to use.. Maybe rude would work just fine. He just thinks he is the smartest person in the whole wide world and tells everybody to shut up. I feel like slapping him sometimes.. But heck.. my mom will just come after me.. I do not know how my mom stands him.. Maybe its cuz his the youngest.. so -.-'... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok shall not badmouth him too much. Today is New Years Day. Must do some good deeds.. I believe in &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;KARMA&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/4461864860396470024-7431750493081742402?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/7431750493081742402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=7431750493081742402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7431750493081742402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7431750493081742402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-post-of-2008-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-6329478274544669029</id><published>2007-12-30T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T06:53:02.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Freak. I chipped off half of my toe banging it on a cupboard on Friday. Then I walked all the way out to the living room and dripped blood all over the floor because I didn't realise it was freaking bleeding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Next: I bang the same poor toe on cupboards twice more on the same day. And I few more times the next few days.. God hope it doesn't rot off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Did I mention I was clumsy??&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/4461864860396470024-6329478274544669029?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/6329478274544669029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=6329478274544669029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6329478274544669029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6329478274544669029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/12/freak.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-4604596268319496114</id><published>2007-12-27T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:45.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wondering if I should watch Love Actually currently showing on Channel 5 or Prince who turns into frog.. To be fair I watched both before.. both pretty old shows but just feel like watching.. Both are romantic comedies which I usually dont' watch. Must be the Christmas mood getting to me like wow TWO days after Christmas. No wonder I never score well in Literature exams for the atmosphere kind of questions. Hell I shall watch Prince just for Mingdao and Qiao En =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really.. The movie of the year for 2008 that I most definitely want to watch IN THE CINEMA (then I shall swear off going to the cinema for half a year and coop myself at home watching DVDs or maybe do more work if I am hardworking enough) is JUMPER. Hell if they get bad reviews. Just want to watch it =) It looks good judging by the trailers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I might read the book too AFTER the movie so that maybe I wont' feel the movie is like shit next to the book. I might read the book IF I manage to finish all three of my Lit books and am able to answer Lit questions properly which I better do judging by my horrendous text based question this year. Oh yeah and I want to read Pendragon: Pilgrims Of Rayne. It's not the most intellectual text at all.. I think Beatrice and Amanda will kill me just for the large text alone. But I already read like 8 out of 10 books in the series and POR is the NINTH book. I MUST finish the damn series and besides the book actually is very nice haha. Which reminds me of another series I have yet to finish: The Potter books. Although I already know the ending courtesy of many spoiler sites (special mention to wiki), I just want to read it. Lets see if I can borrow or buy the book. I think I will just buy it. To complete the collection XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. lets see some stills from JUMPER!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/R3O55y2q4MI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7meySSVSQCI/s1600-h/Jumper+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148663201569366210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/R3O55y2q4MI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7meySSVSQCI/s400/Jumper+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; THE BOOK =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/R3O56C2q4NI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ibQ04ZhmvwY/s1600-h/Jumper+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148663205864333522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/R3O56C2q4NI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ibQ04ZhmvwY/s400/Jumper+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The very NICE poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/R3O56C2q4OI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8n5z8KtM4d8/s1600-h/jumper+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148663205864333538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/R3O56C2q4OI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8n5z8KtM4d8/s400/jumper+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The hot Hayden Christensen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/R3O56S2q4PI/AAAAAAAAAHM/M8-XECsD1B4/s1600-h/Jumper+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148663210159300850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/R3O56S2q4PI/AAAAAAAAAHM/M8-XECsD1B4/s400/Jumper+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Rachel Bilson and Hayden Christensen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/R3O56i2q4QI/AAAAAAAAAHU/IqkAmu3OboU/s1600-h/Jumper+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148663214454268162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/R3O56i2q4QI/AAAAAAAAAHU/IqkAmu3OboU/s400/Jumper+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And MORE hot Hayden Christiansen. Couldn't get a decent nice close up movie still of Jamie Bell though.. BUT check out the trailer =): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jumperthemovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.jumperthemovie.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to my show on the com with my headphones which is VERY GOOD because it blocks out the darn sound of my tone deaf dad singing along to his old rock classics. He is like ADDICTED to youtube.. Searching all his old songs and then playing the video and singing the songs so loudly so that I can hear .. I'm surprised the glasses haven't break and that my hearing is still fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-4604596268319496114?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/4604596268319496114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=4604596268319496114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/4604596268319496114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/4604596268319496114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/12/wondering-if-i-should-watch-love.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/R3O55y2q4MI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7meySSVSQCI/s72-c/Jumper+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-2192040622193863951</id><published>2007-12-24T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T07:54:05.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm such a fuckin' idiot. I don't really spew such vulgarities, but I'm so bloody pissed off with myself, I might as well get more pissed off with myself by saying vulgarities that I'm not suppossed to say and which I'm suppossed to &lt;strong&gt;HATE.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't believe how screwed up I am. I lost my exam papers which most people in their right frame of mind wouldn't do it. Unless you purposely had the intention to throw it away in a last ditch attempt to not kill your parents with the atrocious paper. Well I certainly didn't really need to do that. And I WANTED my exam papers. I WANTED it. And yet I LOST it.. Haven't really heard of anyone doing that before.. Well, sort of got over that until just. Just when I was looking for my Physics and Literature paper which I THOUGHT I had and had filed it up and couldn't find it. Well aren't I the neatest and most well organized girl ever. I managed to find my Lit.. but my Physics is gone. GONE. Can't bloody find it anywhere although I vividly remember dumping it into my drawer and suppossedly filing it up.. assuming I gave in to my mom's nagging. So right now there are 4 possibilites.. i. I threw it away by accident. ii. My mom threw it away thinking it was trash. The probability for this is EXTREMELY HIGH since her hobby seems to be throwing stuff away. iii. The paper is SOMEWHERE in my room.. hidden away from my VERY GOOD eyesight iv. I have wierd visions whereby I think I did something but actually didn't do.. well what are the possibilities of me doing so... maybe -1??.. Well, maybe a consoling factor would be that I found many other worksheets filed under the 'Lost and probably will never be able to find' category. Lots of filing to do tomorrow on X'mas day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;X'mas day tomorrow is going to be busy busy busy.. Filing, doing homework and wrapping my textbooks. This is because me in my screwed up life has been so lazy in this non productive holiday I didnt' do anything at all for the past 7 - 8 weeks???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This month sucks. Not only because of the abovementioned but also because of the bloody weather. Needs to stop raining in the EVENING so that I can go runninngggg.. Anyway the rain is making me depressed. I want to see the sun sometimes you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went out today with Nicole, Sylvia, Jasmine, Wuqi and Aloysius..Watched National Treasure today. GREAT. At least it was funnyae... But I still dont' like Nicolas Cage whatever the movie is in. Diane Kruger is gorgeous.. Justin Something who plays Riley is freaking funny - The comedian and for me stole the show.. Or maybe his FABULOUS RED FERRARI IS SUCH A SCENE STEALER. Anybody wants to get it as a X'mas present for me since I have been such an OBEDIENT girl. But I felt so sad for the Mikhail (sp?)... The guy who died. I want to watch I am Legend and I think Will Smith rocks. From Cool Rapper decorated with Grammy Awards to Oscar nominee to funny guy to bad boy. And he rocks in all of them. VERSATILITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But really I think the movies this year all didn't really make much impact. Golden Compass seemed kinda wierd. A fantasy show which doesn't really look serious with two uber serious leads - Nicole Kidman and Daniel Craig.. But Nicole Kidman looks ethereal. Starlight was quite appealing but not the kind that really begs you to go to the cinema to buy a ticket worth 8 bucks and seat in the cinema for 2 + hours doing nothing but watching it. Maybe not for me.. But I really want to watch two movies for next year already ! Jumper looks freaking cool.. I would watch it even if just for Hayden Christiansen. =). But the preview just makes me want to watch it NOW. N-O-W. Chronicles of Narnia seems so attractive.. seems better than the last one. And I really want to watch it too.. Except not much time to spare for next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another 1 + weeks before school reopens and hell breaks out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you TingFang and Jasmine again. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-2192040622193863951?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/2192040622193863951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=2192040622193863951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2192040622193863951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2192040622193863951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-such-fuckin-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-9079647511629955753</id><published>2007-11-22T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T09:15:46.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I realise my Mt Everest made up of homework has not been going down over this past one month of holidays. It's just been piling up as my dad asks me to do more and more things. I hope the teachers were just joking about exams when school reopens. I haven't touched any! Haven't done any projects except for literature. And I haven't even finished reading Midsummer's Night. No to correct that statement, I have not touched MND since school closed. I hate myself for my lack of determination. I have been watching senseless stuff on youtube and playing senseless games. I AM senseless... I hate holidays sometimes. Where's my perserverance!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Talking about perserverance and determination, I hate myself even more. I was supposse to jog13 rounds round the park today just to maintain my standard of sunday.. but what did I do instead, I lacked determination and I only finished 9 rounds ok! WTF. After what three days of slacking away because of the rain.. I hate year end. And at like 9pm I still went to eat tang yuan!! ZOMG so fattening..Just in case you were wondering, one round is 600m =D Still, I have never ran so much in the past. I love myself. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think I'm quite contradictory :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-9079647511629955753?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/9079647511629955753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=9079647511629955753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/9079647511629955753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/9079647511629955753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-realise-my-mt-everest-made-up-of.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-3498138805201126266</id><published>2007-11-13T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T05:01:59.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I feel MOTIVATED. Been helping my dad with his catalogue. And I am feeling happy about it! The more I do the more I feel like doing. =) Went to Lot 1 Mac's to study Literature with May today. We studied for like about 2 hours plus. Since she came like 40 minutes late!! Tsk tsk. What punctual girl. Well, we didn't study that much considering that Literature is sooo boring. I wanted to sleep. We should be studying on Thursday again! Hopefully something else. Then we went jogging with my dad.. Haha. I jogged like about 5.4km! =) I have never jogged so much ever. Haha. Thats why I feel motivated. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;There's something wrong with my pipe system at home. It's making so much noise. I hate it. Tomorrow the plumber's coming. And my mom is bringing my brother to school in the morning. He's like doing backstage for De La Salle's play. Haha. About Charlotte's Web or whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I love my parents =) [I don't know why either :D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-3498138805201126266?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/3498138805201126266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=3498138805201126266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3498138805201126266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3498138805201126266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-feel-motivated.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-7193968540333117695</id><published>2007-11-08T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:16:15.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have nothing to do. I am bored. Well... Nothing to do isn't really correct considering the mountain of homework I have. BUT I am bored. Therefore I am doing brainless but interesting and fun stuff.. Haha. Such as.... Wiki-ing old old animated films :D... Like I never knew they were THAT old.. Snow White was in the late 1930s Thats very old. Little Mermaid was in 1989.. Cinderella was in erm I'm not sure when. But OLD too. Anastasia was very new though. 1997. Sleeping Beauty is uber old. But unfortuantely I LOVE them. I think I have this wierd thing for fairy tales =). But they are soo niceeeee. I think that I can watch them over and over ok. And the songs are so nice. Besides, I think that the old cartoons are so much better. Not to mention An American Tail !! I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THAT ONE =).. The new cartoons are all quite bleh. Like The Robinsons' Family Or Whatever lah. They never top the charts anymore. Except for well Shrek. But I HATED Shrek. Never mind about that. These cartoons were like sooo popular. Classics I tell you. Which reminds me I'm probably going to rewatch all of these or at least read the stories again! And I mean the ABRIDGED version :D. Disney rocks. I think my favourite is.... SLEEPING BEAUTY AND ANASTASIA. I'm not sure why I like sleeping beauty though ! Anastasia is nice lah. It has such a beautiful story. Not to mention the soundtrack. Land Before Time is very nice also! The song by Diana Ross is even nicer!! If we hold on together.. In fact I am listening to it on Youtube. Rocks. I have been listening to old songs. Very old songs. Its nice once in a while. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just like almost ALMOST finished my Ying ye 3+1. Ming Dao and Qiao En are like super uber cute. The chemistry is DARN good. I have like seldom seen such good chemistry. If only they were together in real life. Well.. they are the reason why I am watching the show. The storyline isn't really strong.. WHO CARES =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-7193968540333117695?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/7193968540333117695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=7193968540333117695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7193968540333117695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7193968540333117695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-nothing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-4331926523981812983</id><published>2007-11-08T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:45:59.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bleh. My house is like a breeding ground of animals ! I hate it. Lizards Lizards and More Lizards. What they like my house that much issit. Well too bad. I hate them. They should just get they freaking asses and legs out of my house. Then there are butterflies, moths, flies, grasshoppers!?!?! Crockroaches and etc etc etc. I hate my house!!!. I need the pest buster. I think Amanda would die if she lives in my house. What the hell is the use for these idiot pests other than maintianing the darn food cycle. I don't see how moths can help me. Well probably maybe they do. But I dont' really care now. Actually I'm not that scared of moths. Lizards sucks. Only thing they do is eat insects. I would really rather insects than lizards. I think they are the grossesst creatures ever. The gecko to be exact. To be more exact there is a scientific name which I cannot remember. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other than pests.. My life is so boring. It revolves around my house, my grandmom's house, Lot 1 (-.-'), Bt Timah food court, and occasionaly someone's house. No where else. I can't even remember the last time I was in Orchard. Wait I DO remember. I think that was like sometime during the June holidays when I went to watch Ocean's Thirteen. What the hell. The other time was in Suntec for SGCC. That doesn't count. Then maybe esplanade to do project. Not counted either. The last time I was somewhere near town (other than my school) was when I went to Newton with Wijaya and TingFang. God, I cant' even remember the last time I shopped. (Maybe yesterday since I bought a pants. But not counted either.. It was at Lot 1 [again].. and my mom made me buy it after ONE try at the dressing room. A miracle by all acounts I didn't take a day to decide). Well, not that it matters anyway.. I'm not that avid a fan of shopping. I know of people who will die if they dont' shop for like a week or two. I think the last time I actually did some shopping for MYSELF was before Chinese New Year. I think I rock. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-4331926523981812983?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/4331926523981812983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=4331926523981812983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/4331926523981812983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/4331926523981812983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/11/bleh.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-5011180543692560397</id><published>2007-10-30T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:35:54.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm really the smartest girl ever. EVER. I can't believer I can lose my year end exam papers. I lost it. I wonder whether anyone has lost it in school before. I really really lost it. WHOEVER STOLE IT OR THREW IT AWAY OR DID WHATEVER TO IT DESERVES TO DIE. AND I MEAN DIE. THE ONLY WAY U CAN REDEEM YOURSELF IS TO FIND IT BACK FOR ME, RETURN IT TO ME OR JOLLY WELL REPLICATE THE EXAM PAPER WITH MY EXACT ANSWERS OR U WILL DIE A HORRIBLE DEATH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok anyway on Monday we had Elective Geog after a what five months break and we were loaded with homework. And well, smartass May reached school 30 min late and took 35 min to find us in the com lab. She is sooo blur. Then, we were duely informed that next year we might be getting Mrs Chua or Ms Leong. Haven't figured whether thats good or bad news. Because, with Mr Cheng, it's not so strict. I really dont' want to get thrown out of class just because of Elec Geog. And well, Mr cheng's lesson goes surprisingly fast. I hope the new teachers aren't really boring...Well, I guess with the new teachers we might be scoring better since they are more experienced and most probably better teachers... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, Geog was two periods long but it felt like half a period which is good. Maybe because, I was talking to Wijaya and May :D. Then we had Lit which was two periods but felt like four periods. Mrs Lim just recites the freaking lecture notes for us. Why the hell do we need a teacher to dictate for us for. She might as well just print the notes and let us do self study. That would be a much better use of my time. So duh I didn't listen to her and bloody waste time on my butt listening to her dictate to me. So how did I fruitfully use my time :D??? I did my Geog 60 questions MCQ for vegetation. Well, its just because I didn't finish it in class thats why I had to do it in Lit class. Well, it's not like I am Charlie from Heroes with super photogenic memory you know. I forgot everything. All return to teacher already. Well, after I finished, I still had extra time left! See that's how freaking long Lit lecture is. So, me being the very good girl who wants to score well for her o lvl chinese (which I most probably didn't) decided to read all my articles from Jiang. I went crazy lah. I couldn't absorb everything considering how chinese impaired I am. That's all from Monday since I can't remember anything else that happened. See I can't even remember what happened three or two days ( I suck at counting dates) ago how do you expect me to remember stuff from 4 months ago!! But what is really fresh in my mind is my lost exam papers... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total slacking day. Holiday. Suppossed to be studying for chinese. But.. I decided to mope around my computer waiting for some kind nice souls to put up the newest episode of Heroes !! And i waited and waited and searched and searched for like 3 hours ok!. Quite dissappointed with the episode. Last episode was much much much nicer. But still it was nice. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasn't in a very good mood though, I was suppossed to go running. But I couldn't wake up. Shouldn't have slept at 1 yesterday.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese O lvl and I totally died. Really died. I think I screwed my ying yong wen. Which doesn't really bother me since I screwed my EOYS ying yong wen too. But I screwed my bao zhang bao dao also!!!! FREAK. I should have done the one about discussing how to improve student-teacher relationship. Really I should have. I did that kind of essay for EOYS and it pulled my marks up. Except that one was more like bao zhang bao dao. Oh no.. Why I always make the wrong choice one. I very loser at choosing stufff. I hate myself so much. Hopefully I do better for my comphrehension. PLEASE PLEASE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, after the exams, Feng Rong held us back for like 20 min. And I didn't know my dad was waiting for me for 20 min! And my phone sucks. I switched it on but I didnt' receive any smses at all. Then after like half an hour after I restarted it, I finally started receiving messages in wierd orders! I'm waiting for december / january to chnage my phone. Which reminds me that I need a new pair of spectacles too. All thanks to Melissa Leong. GAHHH. Well, back to my dad he decided to scold Feng Rong. He said she very stupid arh, should go and die lah etc etc. Then he pointed middle finger to this taxi driver in front of our car driving really slowly. Quite exciting to get driven by my dad lorh. :D Then we picked my mom and my two brothers up from NUH and we went to eat. ! Tonic soup. Very delicious. And I thought the black chicken was like black because they added stuff to it. Turns out its naturally black. I'm an idiot. Well, I love the chicken :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY AKA THURSDAY in case you didnt' know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still can't find my papers. I'm freaking depressed. Then we had AMaths. I forgot to bring my ws. So I just read my Midsummer Night's Dream and like day dream.. And talk to May about linkin park concert.. Haha Don't think I'm going though.. My heart very pain arh waste so much money. Then TingFang arh very smart.. Her precious choco melted in her skirt. Everything had choco and she went to wash it. But still came back smelling like choco. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then we had SS. As predicted, I didn't listen AGAIN. The whole 100 min down there wasted talking to May about our plan to do CIP, Study and Exercise together during the holidays. We couldn't decide on something and we just kept laughing. Luckily Mrs Wang didn't throw us out. I'm so going to fail SS. But one thing good. A lot of stuff she said today which wasn't in the lecture notes I learnt in the SS module I did for mid-years :D. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then we had Chem which was so boring. Tried to listen very intensely.. Not bad ok. I somemore so nice help May copy who was studying for tomorrow's Bio SPA. Well, then we started gossiping like shit. Haha. Well, what do you expect from two girls. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Cheng came in at the end of Chem before Lit and returned us our stuff. But he won't give me the answers to the MCQs.... But I finished the vegetation one ok! And I can swear on my life (and I really don't want to die ) that I WILL FINISH THE QUESTIONS BEFORE I CHECK... Nvm.. that's a small matter now. The ENGLISH AND LIT teachers should D-I-E. WAH LAO THEY ARE SUFFOCATING US WITH HW. THEY SUCK. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lit was totally slacking time again.. Then we went running :D. Yay. I ran for 30 min !! Less then last week though. Never mind. Then TRIED, ATTEMPTED really lousily at playing basketball with May. I was sooo gooood I only scored twice. BOOHOOO. My aiming sucks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, Mrs Low sucks more. She said she will put up notes for Bio Prac lah. Turns out its only two freaking points which I so freakingly know. I bet everyone else knows lah.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Read instructructions carefully before proceeding with experiment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Wash test tubes before starting the experiment. LIKE WTH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-5011180543692560397?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/5011180543692560397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=5011180543692560397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5011180543692560397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5011180543692560397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-really-smartest-girl-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-3292903716936554357</id><published>2007-10-20T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T10:14:59.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday was a thoroughly boring day at school. Well, not so boring considering that the Full Lit + Half Geog girls (which includes me) had double free period =). Mrs Neoh was suppossed to come in and look at our first draft which I'm glad to say she didn't since we didn't even do anything for this stupid darn project due next friday. We are at level one or rather zero ok. The most we did is to choose the topic. But who really cares. Actually, come to think of it, Friday wasn't all that boring, we had the heart-stoppingly 'exciting' Physics SPA. Skill 1 and 2. And just thinking about it makes my blood boil. Me and TingFang went to ask Mrs Chia a bloody simple question - Do we round off our answers to 3sf or what. That was the question we wanted to ask. Isnt' that bloody easy to answer. I mean if you can't even answer our question then you aren't even deserving to teach kindergarten children. But what did we get as answers - nothing. We didnt' even get to ask the qeustion. Because, the smart ass Mrs Chia told us that if it was a last minute question we can bloody forget asking her the question. What the hell is the problem with her attitude. I mean, it isn't as if we were going to tell her we didn't know a single thing about doing practicals. If we fail the practical she should carry and display her guilt publicly. Preferbaly with a placard hanging around her neck proclaiming her guilt. I am ashamed to share the same surname as her. Well, technically no. I was BORN with the surname and I am proud of it. She married some poor bugger stuck with her with the surname Chia. She DOES NOT deserve this surname. If she wasn't my teacher, I wonder what I would have done. Well, TingFang's nice parents gave me a lift home on this terribly rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a nice day. I finished my Alan Banks novel. It was great. VERY GOOD. Second one in the series I read. And I am so sad to find out that CCK library only has the two books I have read so far. I will find a way to get my hands on the rest of the series :D. Went for swimming to attempt burning off some of the fats. I totally did not succeed in doing that considering the amount I ate. I ate soooo much chu bi peng in the afternoon. But it was damn nice although my mom didn't like it much. Then I ate popiah. Then for dinner it was fish soup which wasn't too bad. Unfortunately I washed it down with mui cai + roasted duck + satay + sugercane + root beer + tangyuan + tau huay + chin chao + a pear. God my stomach felt like it was going to burst. I'm surprised I held all that in. Which reminds me, I feel like trying some of that beer my father brought home :D. If only human beings could eat and eat and eat and eat and not feel full and not put on weight and not become unhealthy from it. Won't that be great. Maybe not huh. I will be like bankrupt. The hawkers will be rich though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not so good part of today was the lizards. It's as if my house became a breeding ground for lizards over the last 2 weeks. Already in my room 2 lizards were caught. *Pukes* I hate lizards. And one of them slept overnight in my room *pukes more*. That entire night I practically didn't sleep a wink. Then today, I saw ANOTHER lizard. Which wasn't caught. GROSS. For that reason, I am keeping my window closed and locked for the rest of the year. DISGUSTING GECKOS. I'm not sure why I'm so scared of them either. They are suppossed to be good for killing pests. But I rather have flies around the house or whatnots. I can catch them. Not lizards though. They are gross. They are so fast and look gross and are dirty. And I haven't even came to the part about their gross sucker pads at their feet. The mere thought makes me want to puke. And they regenerative tails. And they have tongues that they can stick out and catch flies right. OMG. GROSSNESS. I HATE LIZARDS. There should be an anti lizard club. I will be the first to join. *Note to self: Future boyfriend/husband HAS HAS HAS to be able to catch lizards*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT. BUT. BUT something cheered me up. I finally found 'Wild Orchids' on Youtube. Chinese name: 再见萤光兰. Fantastic ok. I LOVED this show when it was showing. Then I missed the re-run. BECAUSE OF SCHOOL.. SIGH. Thomas Ong + Fann wong. *Melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-3292903716936554357?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/3292903716936554357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=3292903716936554357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3292903716936554357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3292903716936554357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/10/friday-was-thoroughly-boring-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-2316710936192810278</id><published>2007-10-12T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:46.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Today was tiring. I dont' know why. Maybe it was double Lit where we copied like crazy. Maybe it was SS which was boring as usual. Maybe it was Chinese where homework just kept coming. Neverending shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;But well, at least I spent my day QUITE fruitfully.. Since I finished Heroes, and am waiting for the next episode to be showed next week, I have finally got down to trying Illustrator. All for my dad ok :D I drew this OK !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/Rw-oOFlR__I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Polx8diRIKA/s1600-h/Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120496261313724402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/Rw-oOFlR__I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Polx8diRIKA/s400/Flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;You know what, the flower isn't suppossed to be this colour. It's NOT blue. It's suppossed to be orange or whatever colour OTHER than blue. Hell, I'll change it tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;My eyes are closing.. going to botanical gardens tomorrow somemore. After that going out with Tingfang, Mel and Sub. Not sure why Sub is going since Tf is suppossed to be buying her present tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-2316710936192810278?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/2316710936192810278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=2316710936192810278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2316710936192810278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2316710936192810278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-was-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/Rw-oOFlR__I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Polx8diRIKA/s72-c/Flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-2460669020245092771</id><published>2007-10-10T23:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:12:04.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm very very very not happy today. Mr Cheng had to happily inform us that we have to come back to school for geography lessons during the holidays. How the hell am I suppossed to smile at that revelation? I mean I would rather have lessons in the post exam schedule than get off my big fat ass during the holidays just to listen to him crap. I'll tell you what makes me smile - That the E Lit girls have to go for Lit lessons during the holidays too! I'm such the evilest person ever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm NOT happy about tomorrow either. We are fully packed except for two lessons and school ends later. The teachers are BRAINLESS. I don't even know if they can spell brainless. They can't schedule Lit and Geog lessons together. We only go for one out of both lessons. So it doesn't clash! Why must they put them apart. Double lessons somemore. Waste our time. If not we can go back on time tomorrow. NO BRAIN. They should be killed by Sylar. And talking about Sylar. He reminds me of how the China people eat monkeys brains. Cut their skull into half, pour boiling water in while the monkey is still alive and eat the brain. Typical Sylar isn't it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not happy about chinese 'o' levels either. I just realised we have to get B3 and above to continue with higher chinese. Well, I better start brushing up my chinese now. I don't want to drop higher chinese. I can't believe I am so stupid to not know this. o.0 BUT I am not as brainless as the teachers ok !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't throw nor catch. I shit for the longest time. But UNO rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-2460669020245092771?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/2460669020245092771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=2460669020245092771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2460669020245092771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2460669020245092771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-very-very-very-not-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-8880479699084879039</id><published>2007-10-09T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T07:36:19.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life is such the most miserable ever. I'm not even sure if it's grammatically correct. I hate my expression problems. Probably pulled down my compo marks. But really I don't really care about it. I hate final year exams. I have never ever done well in one of them. Like really, I just did so badly for every single paper. I HATE MYSELF SO MUCH. Maths was probably the worst of them all followed by Chemistry. SO FAR. Physics and Biology might be worst. Who knows. I feel quite numb to all of these actually. But the whole world should just hate Natalie Ng and Amanda Toh. FREAKS both of them. Together with Jeanette, Abigail and the scholars. FREAKS I tell you. How can they like score so high and be motivated to study so hard. I should be actually considering I sit beside the uber hardworking Amanda. Hope some rubs of me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On another note, Heores rocks. It rocks. Like REALLY. I like Peter and Nathan. Naturally, since they are like one of the most popular main characters in the show. Hiro and Ando are hilarious. But then who really caught my attention was Zach from season 1. Too bad his not in the show anymore. What shit lah the manager. Portraying a gay character will harm his future career. Yeah WTV. Alejandro in the new season is so cool. He has got to be the sweetest brother ever together with Nathan. If ONLY I HAD AN OLDER BROTHER like them. Or maybe MY YOUNGER BROTHERS can be better to me considering Alejandro is younger than his sister.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Well I can continue dreaming......All of you should watch it. ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO EITHER HAVE THE DVD OR BORROWED THE DISC. =) It's worth it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-8880479699084879039?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/8880479699084879039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=8880479699084879039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8880479699084879039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8880479699084879039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-life-is-such-most-miserable-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-3421079448097034612</id><published>2007-10-06T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T05:21:59.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Long time since I last posted because of exams. Exams ended on wedneday. But I really had no mood to post. I was just really upset over every single subject. Screwed up everything. Well, I guess everybody has their forte. And mine is just to screw up things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;On a lighter note. My dad is like bugging me to shit everyday and I shit like what, once in 1 - 2 weeks. I think my rectum is like underdeveloped. Maybe it doesn't have enough muscles to contract. Or maybe there aren't enough nerves there to transmit the nerve impulses. The Biology is really getting to me man. So anyway my dad has been shoving fruits down my throat. And according to him, your shit has to float and not sink. If it sinks it is suppossedly called a sinker and it is unhealthy. So he asked me about my shit. I mean why would I look at my shit. So like obviously I said I don't know.. And he said I have to go look ok! Like what the hell. I think I should like go and check if there is any medical thing to it. Like is it really true. I have never heard of it before ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I really don't want to go to school on Monday.. Emaths, Amaths, Literature and Chemistry. All the subjects I screwed so badly. Well, I screwed everything so badly. So Monday to Wednesday I am just going to die. Wish me luck that I didn't screw so badly. Sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-3421079448097034612?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/3421079448097034612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=3421079448097034612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3421079448097034612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3421079448097034612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-time-since-i-last-posted-because.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-7007266785309603262</id><published>2007-09-14T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T06:14:46.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm really suppossed to be studying now. But I'm hardly in the mood for studying. Too high to sit down and focus. I bullshitted my reflection for CE just now. I hardly follow all of that. Its just a 660 +++ word lie which I came up with in like around 20 min so that I could just slack on the computer and sign into MSN. I think I am hooked on the internet. I need to get rid of my computer, by oh I don't know, maybe just throw it out the window??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But just a note, Queen Elizabeth the movie is very good. I just rewatched it a couple of days ago (using my studying time). I watched it like seven years ago when I was in primary two. Haha. Obviously I didn't understand much. But now, I just realised how really good it is. The love story between Queen Elizabeth I and Sir Robert (is it? Or is it William.. Smth like that) is so tragic. She was goddamn evil to him at the end. But he cheated her. They are such complex characters. I am so going to watch Queen Elizabeth I: SOME WORDS WHICH I CAN'T REMEMBER. I want to watch Nanny Diaries also. Obviously I do not have enough money or time to watch all the shows I want to watch, so the rest, I am going to watch at home on the DVD. The more economical and smart choice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A week ago on this day, my legs were shaking, my head was spinning, I screwed up and we were all extremely sad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-7007266785309603262?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/7007266785309603262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=7007266785309603262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7007266785309603262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7007266785309603262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-really-suppossed-to-be-studying-now.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-1309811935526271657</id><published>2007-09-13T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:25:13.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh Gosh. I am not suppossed to be online. I just used the excuse of downloading school work from asknlearn to go online. And there's like hardly a soul online. I'm bored so I'm blogging here. =p. I need to sleep. I didn't even do anything the whole day except for homework. I am a loser. Live with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-1309811935526271657?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/1309811935526271657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=1309811935526271657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1309811935526271657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1309811935526271657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-5674840080658669391</id><published>2007-09-12T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:47.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hehe, second post of the day after a super long one. Well, I just wanted, REALLY WANTED to post our game Nachfolger poster!!! I am in love with it. *Dreamy face*. Don't you love it?? I know I posted a picture of our poster before. But it was a PHOTOGRAPH of our poster. This is the poster. The one we did up. And the picture we used in our poster! Must thank Josephine the most!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RufwpTi1UFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pTwa2bdEv_g/s1600-h/Nachfolger+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109316894686793810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RufwpTi1UFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pTwa2bdEv_g/s400/Nachfolger+Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poster itself with the template. We were no. 17!!! See our big big beautiful names! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RufwvDi1UGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xagsA9FPr2U/s1600-h/Nachfolger+Poster+4.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109316993471041634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RufwvDi1UGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xagsA9FPr2U/s400/Nachfolger+Poster+4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The picture we used for our poster. So nice right. Josephine did it. It was originally dark blue. But abit clashing. Jason advised us to change the colour. Which was so right, I mean, he is a design student.. Thank god Josephine knew how to do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love our poster. LALALA. Don't know how many times I said this already. We blur blur forgot to save into our thumbdrive. Thank god Jason emailed his teacher and his teacher sent it to Gerald who sent it to us. Well, he sent the poster one. We asked him for the other one again. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So many good friends were made during SGCC. Too bad we didnt' win, or the whole experience would have been so much better. But good enough for me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-5674840080658669391?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/5674840080658669391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=5674840080658669391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5674840080658669391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5674840080658669391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/hehe-second-post-of-day-after-super.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RufwpTi1UFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pTwa2bdEv_g/s72-c/Nachfolger+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-2500052133124835585</id><published>2007-09-12T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T07:18:31.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today really completely sucked. During Literature today we watched some stupid show Psycho. The bathtub scene really sucked. It's the one that Lush 99.5fm redid for their commercial. It was suppossed to be scary. But it made me laugh. The scene was SO GODDAMN fake. There was no way someone would die from being stabbed with no energy. Go watch it. If you are really bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then double English got switched to double AMaths! OMG I can't take AMaths anymore. Or rather I can't stand Ms Beh. She tries her darnest to use every single second. Double AMaths. I wanted to sleep. Until we started doing questions. I didn't understand half a word she said. I still can't believe we had double AMaths. My brain was fried after that. Why is Ms Beh so free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Science talk and the Science Centre was very funny. =) Went with May and TingFang. It was so funny. But then because I was sitting right in front and in the centre, the presenter wanted to throw a bowling ball down my head ok! And he started using me as an example as to what would happen if my head was being flung against a windscreen at 60km/h -.-'. But it was all fun. And I went to the toilet like so many times again. I think there's something wrong with my bladder. May called me 'toilet queen'. I am not the toilet queen ok! Asri can be the toilet queen. Since she's perfect she can be queen then. But then I was thinking about something else also during the talk: How can that Dr David smth be suchh a natural presenter. I mean he is sooo engaging and interesting. I can't help thinking of how boring Mr Lee was when he demonstrated the same thing to us. And I couldn't help but start thinking of the disastrous presentation on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well.. Talking about SGCC, here's a rundown, since some people are like confused after my previous previous post of the photos one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 1 - Workshop. Totally boring and quiet. I think the boring lecturer made me feel boring and not wanting to talk. Found out our technical student leader is going to be Gerald. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 2 - Went back to school really early in the morning for Chemistry SPA titration practice. Another boring workshop. Haha. Then we went to brainstorm for ideas with our student leaders Gerald and Jason. Nice people. But then we were totally dried up for ideas. I think people like them and the Fuhua are incredible for being so creative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 3 - Continue making the game. But I cut my hand in the morning on the disgusting bus. The one with no aircons. And I had to close the window the wrong way.. resulting in a lot of blood.... Heheh.. but it was fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 4 - Can't remember much except for staying until quite late at NYP trying to complete the game. Obviously we didn't. Then I went home to add more things into the game. But Mr Teh's stupid CD is the old version. Had to dl a 50mb patch after getting the link from Jason. Damn tired that day. Finished what I wanted to finish at like 12.30 and sent it to Gerald really late. Haha he wasn't even suppossed to come that day. Lucky he came. Or else we probably wouldn't have finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 5 - Jason didnt' come today. So all the photos didnt' have him because Mr Teh took photos today =) (refer to the previous previous post). ALOT of last minute scares before presentation. Everything decided not to work although we did everything correctly! I had to import sound clips like at least 3 times because it all decided not to work.. We had to hide all the stupid bugs. Damn freaky. But our presentation still sucked. But still all the student leaders helped us alot =) Esp Jason, Gerald, Azman, Ilham etc etc. Oh yeah I drew the card for Jason for the present Mr Teh bought while Asri drew the one for Gerald. Then went home and drew another two more for the one me and Lydia shared. Haha Asri and Josephine shared theirs also. Well.. Should have taken a photo of the cards. I'm PROUD of it ok. One of the SUPER DUPER FEW times where I drew something that's mildly presentable. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 6 - Suntec Convention. Went with Lydia to buy the presents first since we were early. After that we walked around the convention hall and started sms-ing people to vote for us! I saw the number first ok! I am SOOOOO observant =). Then Gerald came and we took some photos. Jason was late again. So no photos lo. Then we went for prize presentation rehearsal. Well, deep down I guess I knew we wouldn't win already. Congratulations to those teams that won. Especially The Blender Benders =). Well, Lydia's parents were very nice. Then, I got interviewed by Ch 8. I did an interview in English also lah. But the news clip sucked. I look so fat. And my grandma somemore say I put on alot of weigh ok. Super blunt. Made me even more sad than I already was. Later, Asri, Lydia and Josephine went out with the student leaders. I couldn't make it because of my dad's birthday dinner =(. Well, at least I felt filial =). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In short, everyday was just fun =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok lah, so freaking long this post. I shall do Biology Quiz now. Hate all the teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-2500052133124835585?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/2500052133124835585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=2500052133124835585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2500052133124835585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2500052133124835585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-really-completely-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-3811272905884442063</id><published>2007-09-11T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:24:54.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The (recent) past won't stop haunting us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't we let it go. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am really feeling very under. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't feel like going to school tomorrow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I hide under my bed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And stay there &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Away from everybody else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A thousand apologies once again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That has got to be the worst poem technically-wise. It doesn't even matter if you don't understand what I am talking about. Well, at least I did something about what I am feeling. Maybe tomorrow I will blog about SGCC. The five days I spent at NYP. Nobody seems to know what I am talking about. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-3811272905884442063?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/3811272905884442063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=3811272905884442063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3811272905884442063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3811272905884442063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/recent-past-wont-stop-haunting-us.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-6805715932341563949</id><published>2007-09-11T00:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:49.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Chemistry Science Practical today. It was ok I guess. At least I hope so. Unless I didn't do the titration properly. Well, I'm fairly sure I got my calculations correct, unless the whole class is wrong too! But then I feel wierd. I mean this is the O levels but I am hardly nervous. I only studied for less than half an hour for this practical. Even chinese oral and listening I didn't feel much anxiety! In fact, I probably felt more nervous for mid-years than this. Chinese I can understand, I mean it's not even going to be counted but Chem?!?! I need to wake up!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;At the same time, the teachers are probably trying to make us nervous I think. They are freaking free lah. Keep creating quizzes for us to do - and these quizzes are damn hard - online. We haven't even learnt and they make a quiz for us. They tell us that this quiz is counted and in the end, it isn't. They tell us we have two quizzes to do. Turns out we have 3 or 4. And they just informed us of a new one today. And this is such the perfect reason for me to turn on my computer, connect to the internet and sign in to blogger and windows messenger. How the hell am I going to study for end-of-years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Tingfang is probably moping about now. She had to miss her favourite Geography remedial to go for some wierd ICT survey. And 3 years in the school she and Mel Leong still can't figure out where the hell computer lab 4 is. Our Sec 1 classroom used to be oppossite it lah! Mel even better - she thought our school had SIX com labs. -.-' If only our school was this rich. I am super accident prone lah. During PE today, the skin on my third finger scraped off while we were playing a simplified version of hockey. Erin hit me on the finger. Haha. Retribution for hitting her head (by ACCIDENT ok) with the kayak paddle during OBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh some photographs taken during Teacher's Day. So over due.. Stupid Tingfang lah. Never even come online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ7E728-BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8bEDjz3_jhk/s1600-h/Teachers+Day+2007+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108906152016279570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ7E728-BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8bEDjz3_jhk/s400/Teachers+Day+2007+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt; Wijaya and ME! Haha. I look really very wierd here. Because of my posture. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ7FL28-CI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PA31_ED3MHE/s1600-h/Teacher%27s+Day+2007+Jumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108906156311246882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ7FL28-CI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PA31_ED3MHE/s400/Teacher%27s+Day+2007+Jumping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt; Tingfang (is close to indecent), ME (I don't know what to say =p), Nat (mouth damn big), Wijaya (going to injure someone), Ying (haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ6Zb2898I/AAAAAAAAAEE/h8Zun9JBUVI/s1600-h/Teachers+Day+2007+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108905404691969986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ6Zb2898I/AAAAAAAAAEE/h8Zun9JBUVI/s400/Teachers+Day+2007+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt; My arm posture is damn wierddddd. But I like this photo. Except for Nat. Always acting cute. Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ6Z72899I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8kheJzkghoE/s1600-h/Teachers+Day+2007+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108905413281904594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ6Z72899I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8kheJzkghoE/s400/Teachers+Day+2007+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt; Oh no.. my face here looks damn big. So close in lah the photo. Somemore beside Tingfang whose face so small. Appears even larger by comparison!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ6aL289-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/LvdSBuCkOt8/s1600-h/Teachers+Day+2007+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108905417576871906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ6aL289-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/LvdSBuCkOt8/s400/Teachers+Day+2007+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;LOVE this photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ6ab289_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/06wLJmuvJP0/s1600-h/Teachers+Day+2007+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108905421871839218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ6ab289_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/06wLJmuvJP0/s400/Teachers+Day+2007+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt; This photo also evokes LOVE babbyae =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ6a728-AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/U50ooUVqYvU/s1600-h/Teachers+Day+2007+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108905430461773826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ6a728-AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/U50ooUVqYvU/s400/Teachers+Day+2007+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt; Hehe. Wijaya and Tingfang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;The pictures for Teacher's Day turned out really well!!!! Haha. Seldom ok. I usually can't even bear to look at my photos. So sad no photos of teachers during the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall go study Biology now. =) Or rather ATTEMPT to. Wish me luck =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-6805715932341563949?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/6805715932341563949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=6805715932341563949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6805715932341563949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6805715932341563949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/chemistry-science-practical-today.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuZ7E728-BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8bEDjz3_jhk/s72-c/Teachers+Day+2007+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-4008941409665563493</id><published>2007-09-10T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T07:29:23.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O MAN... I just feel like banging my head on the wall.. 68% for CHEM QUIZ!!! RAWR. I feel like such a loser. BIG FAT LOSER. Lol.. I should cut down on calling myself a loser. Since I supppossedly call myself a loser alot.. at least according to some people.. I shall boost my self-esteem! Carry on to watching my Queen Elizabeth =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-4008941409665563493?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/4008941409665563493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=4008941409665563493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/4008941409665563493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/4008941409665563493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-man.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-1095079778882541240</id><published>2007-09-10T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:00:32.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today is so wierd! I am not conditioned back to 'studying' mode yet. Especially Biology! I got a freaking headache in class trying to digest what Mr Jo said. Horrible man! But we were pretty slack today.. Except for Amaths. I as usual am still struggling with linear law. I hate graphs so much. But it's worth TEN marks. Thats equivilant to TWO grades ok! And last yr it was precisely this ten marks worth of graph which pulled me down for my maths =( BOOHOOOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anyways.. I shall ATTEMPT to study for Chemistry SPA now. Which is TOMORROW. I'm such the smartest girl ever.. Planned my timetable until study one day before O lvl.. Whoever does that. I am going to die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-1095079778882541240?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/1095079778882541240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=1095079778882541240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1095079778882541240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1095079778882541240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-is-so-wierd-i-am-not-conditioned.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-780541710420758472</id><published>2007-09-08T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:49.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLJT72897I/AAAAAAAAAD8/mjhLn65mbd4/s1600-h/SGCC+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107866271714441138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLJT72897I/AAAAAAAAAD8/mjhLn65mbd4/s400/SGCC+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hehe.. THRID post today.. Can't believe it.. But it's only becuase I forgot to post this picture... And I am too lazy to edit the last post.. Abit wierd lah everytime I try.. LOL I look grossest here out of all the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND I still need to do Bio CA 2 Quiz. SUX. Haven't touched any of my homework yet! D-I-E!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hehe.. But I am in a SUPER DUPER GOOD MOOD NOW. My Adobe CS3 finally worked! (fan ban one) ALL THX TO JASON! Yay. YOU SOOOO SMART. Then.. Now shall go do Bio quiz. Asking people for help manzzz... I have not idea how to do everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-780541710420758472?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/780541710420758472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=780541710420758472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/780541710420758472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/780541710420758472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLJT72897I/AAAAAAAAAD8/mjhLn65mbd4/s72-c/SGCC+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-5836535167841310109</id><published>2007-09-08T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:45:51.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Look on the brightside of things =) I really enjoyed SGCC though. But I am so sad I didn't get to go out with Asri, Josephine, Lydia, Gerald, Hum (or however u spell his name), Zhao Han, Victor and Jian wei (whoever he is). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gerald reminds me of someone although I dont' know who. Minghui reminds me of someone else also although I dont' know who. Lol.. I hate this. Why are people so alike. Everyone reminds me of someone. The world is so small =). Hehe.. some pics.. I hope I don't get sued by Mr Teh.. It's suppossedly copyrighted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLEZb2894I/AAAAAAAAADk/7CyFdaILkvM/s1600-h/SGCC+1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107860868645582722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLEZb2894I/AAAAAAAAADk/7CyFdaILkvM/s400/SGCC+1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; WORKING WORKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLEZ72895I/AAAAAAAAADs/aaIt9EpQ9lc/s1600-h/SGCC+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107860877235517330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLEZ72895I/AAAAAAAAADs/aaIt9EpQ9lc/s400/SGCC+2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WORKING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuK8sr289jI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IbGuMI0gVuk/s1600-h/SGCC+2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WORKING WORKING WORKING. At least I think we were... And that's Gerald there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLEaL2896I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_KaTBifdEn0/s1600-h/SGCC+3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107860881530484642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLEaL2896I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_KaTBifdEn0/s400/SGCC+3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;More work! I like this the best though ! my face looks smallER (still big) here! Haha! Its definitely because of my hair. Cover up my face. And I look super serious (as compared to the rest of the photos lah!)! But the situation here was NOT good. Something went terribly wrong with the game.... =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLC27289zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/J_wzVtQw4hg/s1600-h/SGCC+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107859176428468018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLC27289zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/J_wzVtQw4hg/s400/SGCC+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Asri receiving our Certificate of Merit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLC272890I/AAAAAAAAADE/-1I3kR39hTI/s1600-h/SGCC+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107859176428468034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLC272890I/AAAAAAAAADE/-1I3kR39hTI/s400/SGCC+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Us at our booth today at Suntec Convetion Hall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLC3L2891I/AAAAAAAAADM/JW6R7Bj2AYc/s1600-h/SGCC+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107859180723435346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLC3L2891I/AAAAAAAAADM/JW6R7Bj2AYc/s400/SGCC+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Asri looks so blur! Haha. Can you see me??? And thats Azman  in the front.. Another Nice student leader. He gave us tips =) Although we still screwed up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLC3b2892I/AAAAAAAAADU/uIA5Hzr6yw0/s1600-h/SGCC+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107859185018402658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLC3b2892I/AAAAAAAAADU/uIA5Hzr6yw0/s400/SGCC+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Me And Lydia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hate my face here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLC3b2893I/AAAAAAAAADc/UZyZUeWAOW4/s1600-h/SGCC+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107859185018402674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLC3b2893I/AAAAAAAAADc/UZyZUeWAOW4/s400/SGCC+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our game poster - in case you didnt' know.. our game is called Nachfolger, follower in German - Don't you think our game poster is sooo nice! I'm proud of it ok! You better say its nice! Or I will bash you up. All thanks to Asri, Josephine, Lydia and Jason. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have photos of Mrs Low (principal) also.. Haha.. Shall not post it.. Later she come after me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL.. no photos of Jason.. Because he was missing in action everytime we took photos. And he was late today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuK8tL289kI/AAAAAAAAABE/4piRtS6VVGE/s1600-h/SGCC+3.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuK8tL289lI/AAAAAAAAABM/o2jNEtkfJSc/s1600-h/SGCC+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuK8tL289lI/AAAAAAAAABM/o2jNEtkfJSc/s1600-h/SGCC+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-5836535167841310109?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/5836535167841310109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=5836535167841310109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5836535167841310109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5836535167841310109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/look-on-brightside-of-things-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_ZMi_-xvSChQ/RuLEZb2894I/AAAAAAAAADk/7CyFdaILkvM/s72-c/SGCC+1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-6222408096197857636</id><published>2007-09-08T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T07:39:28.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;... =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-6222408096197857636?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/6222408096197857636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=6222408096197857636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6222408096197857636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6222408096197857636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-6160471911611032084</id><published>2007-09-07T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T09:53:02.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've decided to cheer up. Isn't it amazing how fast mood can swing??? I have nothing to do and I am rotting away while I am slacking away. And I should be using this time to study for end of years. But never mind. School re open then study. I am sooo lazyyae. Who cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lol.. There's this guy who called in to the radio to get a date with this suppossedly hot guy and he sounds underage. Tsk Tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-6160471911611032084?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/6160471911611032084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=6160471911611032084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6160471911611032084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6160471911611032084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-decided-to-cheer-up.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-1281019795087168124</id><published>2007-09-07T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T06:13:22.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel fat. I ate so much. But I feel like bingeing. Maybe because I feel terribly upset with myself. =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did I screw up today of all days!?!?!?!? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really.. I don't feel so sad for myself then for so many other people who helped us so much and my team mates..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry to my team mates for screwing up during presentation. I think I scared myself too much. Should have retained my cool. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry to Gerald and Jason for spending so much time to help us. Then I had to spoil everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But all the same, THANK YOU to you too =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh... Didn't even go for tuition today because presentation ended so late. And I realised my dad is so nice. Waited for me for two hours on an empty stomach. And I thought he would scold me even though he didn't =). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-1281019795087168124?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/1281019795087168124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=1281019795087168124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1281019795087168124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1281019795087168124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-feel-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-5119344022736381982</id><published>2007-09-06T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T05:36:40.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Side effects of facing Warcraft 3 World Editor Frozen Throne: Dream about triggers and the software even when I am sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nvm.. It's just another 2 more days I can pull through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just really want to thank my student leaders Gerald and Jason for being so nice and helping us! THANK YOU ( REALLY BIG ONE )&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/4461864860396470024-5119344022736381982?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/5119344022736381982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=5119344022736381982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5119344022736381982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/5119344022736381982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/side-effects-of-facing-warcraft-3-world.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-2258409677653600891</id><published>2007-09-04T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T04:27:51.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Is this still the holidays??? Woke up at 6.30 today to get to school by 7.30 am.. Then reached home at 6.30pm after the day at NYP ended. Tmw.. same procedure except reach school by 8 am only. I think its worst than school term. SIGH. And I honestly need to get started on studying for EOYs. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BE MORE FOCUSSED!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-2258409677653600891?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/2258409677653600891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=2258409677653600891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2258409677653600891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2258409677653600891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-this-still-holidays-woke-up-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-7997729146557169308</id><published>2007-08-28T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T04:28:57.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh.. I've got to start studying SOON (as soon as I stop slacking. haha.). Especially when I am sitting beside hardworking Amanda who started studying already! OMG I feel stressed. Haha.. But I started ONE MEASLY page of Biology already. First time I start soooo early ok. Last 2 years I won't start until at least after the school holidays or rather just under 2 weeks before the exam. Well, I nearly died for 2 years. So I shall TRY to start earlier. Actually it doesn't really make any difference since we have more hard core mugger subjects now. Thank god Geog is over. Or else I should just get my coffin ready already. Hey I already got a tombstone at Bt Timah Hill ok =). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anw.. the Hwa Chong exchange people are officially back. And I missed them SOOOOO much..... NOT. NOT. NOT. Haha. No lah.. It's more fun having them back. Our classroom seemed so empty. But quiet. And PEACEFUL. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-7997729146557169308?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/7997729146557169308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=7997729146557169308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7997729146557169308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7997729146557169308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-2970237275266909857</id><published>2007-08-24T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:48:19.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;o.0 I feel completely fat. Like F-A-T. FAT. I should really eat lunch in school instead of at home. My mom forces sooo much food down my buccal cavity. I mean, seriously, I am beginning to suspect that my parents are in on a conspiracy to make me overweight. Huge bowl of maggie + fried fish + satay meat + kueh lopez or smth. In case you noobs don't know what that is, it is this nonya keuh with lots of coconut and sugary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.. I totally dont' feel like doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second post in less than 24 hours. I should really be saving all this time and words for my two Lit essays and one English compo and one letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingfang sooo sad. Haha. Forgot to buy her pen during recess. I didn't want to wait for her after school. So I made her go down to the bookshop to buy by herself. BUTT she forgot the bookshop is closed. Haha. Later her pen run out during Geog test she will just cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, as a warning, do NOT, I repeat do NOT accept anything Wijaya sends if she hasn't sent it to you. You will regret it. ALOT. And for that matter Brenda too.. especially if the file is called MY PHOTOS.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-2970237275266909857?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/2970237275266909857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=2970237275266909857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2970237275266909857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/2970237275266909857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/08/o.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-8262422459414816415</id><published>2007-08-23T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:15:42.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shucks. I take forever to write essays. I am so going to die for Lit, English, SS tests. DIEE.. 4 hours to finish one essay. I suck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nvm.. I won't suck so much if u go to... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gdev.nyp.edu.sg/docs/sgcc/registration/VotingEntry.php?entry=24"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://gdev.nyp.edu.sg/docs/sgcc/registration/VotingEntry.php?entry=24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; to vote for my game =).. hahha. I feel so shameless and despo.. but yess. i do NOT want to get last. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-8262422459414816415?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/8262422459414816415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=8262422459414816415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8262422459414816415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/8262422459414816415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/08/shucks.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-4556031304658693905</id><published>2007-08-18T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:59:37.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I hate Sundays sometimes. It's the end of the weekends and Monday a.k.a start slogging your guts out day, starts in less than 24 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bleh. Yesterday when to Novena with Tingfang and Michell Wijaya then to Esplanade with Tingfang and Mel Leong for stupid English project. But we were late by ONE HOUR ok! I have never ever been so late in my entire life. And who is to blame? Michell Wijaya and TF of course. I am always early! And as usual I was the first to reach Novena. I rock. I am such a punctual person. Unlike certain people. Well, late is still BETTER than never. And who NEVER EVEN came to Esplanade for English Project. My dear old friend from Primary School, Subha. WTH. Really if she screws it up, that's it man. It's over. And she dares make UNFOUNDED claims that I BULLED her in Primary School. WTV. Ask anyone you like. I did no such thing. Complete bullshit. It's not my fault that you are so UNRESPONSIBLE for one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I hate IE also. Keeps restarting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I miss my thumbdrive. Thank god I didn't lose my phone. I still remember that day ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-4556031304658693905?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/4556031304658693905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=4556031304658693905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/4556031304658693905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/4556031304658693905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-sundays-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-97039011899434898</id><published>2007-08-17T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T07:41:03.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally it's Friday. Thank god for weekends. No school no need to think so much. My brain needs a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. I'm really really happy! Our group got into the second round of SGCC. Yay! At least got merit award ok! And we are the only all girls' school. =) But then.. my whole September holidays are GONEEEEEEEE...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature really turns me off now. It's like a slack period for me now. I hate it so much I just want to drop the subject. But obviously I can't since my SS is like shit. But back to Lit. I just can't do Lit nowadays! Why did I even choose to do Lit in the first place! Let me recap shall I. Well its because I did well enough in lower Secondary AND SCGS is suppossed to have GOOD Lit teachers. What happened to all that. GONE with a POOF. My Lit grade tumbled by like 3 grades! And Lit teachers nowadays suck. They contradict themselves. And their statements are hardly any of the devices they teach (e.g. oxymoron, antithesis, paradox and wtv). There is no truth. First they say only personal response is needed. No need elaboration. You can even write in point form. Then AFTER we do the test. They change their minds and say there must be more elaboration. And mark us DOWN for it. !?!?! What sense does it make. NO sense. I hate all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presented SS project today. I hope I didn't majorly screw up. Some parts of the video were seriously botched up. All thanks to me. Why am I such a sucker. And Danielle had to come and tell TingFang she thinks we got 48 for the video. 48 / SEVENTY. OMG. I will just kill people. I sacrificed my sleep time for two nights and all my homework was undone just for 68.6%!!! AAHHH. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I feel extremely DEPRIVED and LACKING IN SOMETHING. And why the sudden feeling of emptiness? Because I left my beloved thumbdrive in school. Which has all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the wonderful songs I downloaded in it. Including&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1973 by James Blunt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;. It is freaking nice and a new song. All of you should listen to it. I NEED MY THUMBDRIVE. WHERE IS IT??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a certain SOMEONE with a name which starts with K, my blogskin is totally not me. Therefore I shall start looking for a skin which is me. Actually what &lt;em&gt;IS ME?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT my Photoshop CS 3. My dad better not forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;P.S. Tingfang. The guy was really cute. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-97039011899434898?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/97039011899434898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=97039011899434898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/97039011899434898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/97039011899434898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-7351717054513377402</id><published>2007-08-14T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T04:14:55.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Social Studies sucks. It is a disaster. In fact combined humanities suck. This is impossible. I thought I would get at least a B3 this term for SS. Or rather higher than Elec Geog for first term. That was horrible enough. Then comes SS. Heck, even my Chinese grade has never ever been lower than SS. 50%. 50%. 50%. I feel like such a loser. People are scoring like at least 75% ok. I shall not name people. But I am a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really I think our teachers suck. Case study no. 1: Literature. By far the subject with the worst teachers. First teacher: Ms. Jocelyn Chua. A relief teacher a.k.a one woman stand up comedist who wears ghastly boots which she thinks are oh so fashionable. GROSS. Second teacher: Ms. Samatha Toh. Smart ass who is very bimbotic and talks non-stop BY HERSELF and nearly went the Math and Science way. Very unfortunately thats the best Lit teacher we had this term. Third teacher: Mr Tan. Wierd guy who looks more like an Ah Beng selling handphones than a Lit teacher (thought courtesy of Nat Ng). Fourth and current teacher: Mrs Neo. I'm not even sure she is a qualified teacher. She was suppossed to be a parent volunteer. Now? She suddenly became a new addition to the school. What happened to SCGS Lit teachers???? All dead I supposse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English isn't faring very well either. First we had Ms Chua who was good but strict. At least she was good. Then we had Ms Wong. Very nice and good. But now.. we have Ms Sharon. Not good AND strict. WTH. She treats us like primary school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall just forget about all those gross things. And remember the funnier things in life. =). May is soooooo stupid and funny. What's her prefectorial duty today?? According to her its to turn off all the lights and fans during recess or something like that. What's her REAL duty?? Gate duty. In the morning. Before flag raising. How smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go do SS project now. All together, cross your fingers that it will turn out well so that I will at least get 60% for average. Highly doubtful considering that we have one a half days to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-7351717054513377402?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/7351717054513377402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=7351717054513377402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7351717054513377402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7351717054513377402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/08/social-studies-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-6788054046763377203</id><published>2007-08-07T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T06:49:15.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;My weekend starts TODAY. My holiday that is all of FIVE days starts today I am sooo happy. Well technically, it isn't really a holiday. The teachers piled us up with HOMEWORK and TESTS. 5 days to study for two topics of bio - Human transport system and Excretion. *I am so happy* First topic - I haven't even read a word. It was a self-study topic. And I lack ALOT of self motivation. Second topic - Not quite sure I absorbed a thing of it during lesson. Except for dissection =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CE period today was entertaining + wierd + boring. Haha. Not sure you can have all that rolled into one. But really I think WIERD outweighs all the rest. The presenter is this lawyer-by-training fellow who can't really speak and TF can't stand the way he speaks. Seriously doubt his credibility. Well, we, or rather I, concluded why he might be here in school giving us a talk on The Constitution : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He is a LOUSY lawyer&lt;br /&gt;2. The school paid him alot&lt;br /&gt;3. Relative of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATEEE Ms Gohhh. Never mind that she doesn't even teach me. She probably isn't even aware of my existence. BUT. BUT. BUT. She spoiled me, TF's and MW's plan to watch that Thai horror show 'Alone'. What other holidays do we get to go out and watch it in the cinema before it stops screening???? NONE. ZILCH. This is the only chance. And NICE Ms Goh has to force the full geog girls to go for geog remedial after National Day Celebrations. We should just drag her to the cinema to watch the show. Maybe, just maybe, she will die of shock there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-6788054046763377203?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/6788054046763377203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=6788054046763377203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6788054046763377203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/6788054046763377203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-weekend-starts-today.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-1964545233178899562</id><published>2007-08-01T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T00:22:14.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Start of a brand new month today - August. Month of national day. But I am feeling so uninspired... It's been so long since I blogged by the way. Bogged down by homework and projects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Finally finished my SGCC project, Eng fairytale and SS news articles. I handed in the last one like wat 5 days late. At least most people handed in on the same day as me. At least I'm part of the majority ok! UNLIKE chinese letter to parents. It was due like wat one week before school ended last term. But smart me hasn't handed it up yet. And she suppossedly is going to minus one mark for everyday that it is late. God. That means that I have a negative mark. But never mind I shall just do it. I do NOT want to fail my ying yong wen component. Not happening. But I have to write TWO letters now ok! Because me, UWO 1 and Jeannette have decide that we need to do write an apology letter to apologize to Feng Rong for the 2 month late homework. What nice people we are. I just hopes she doesn't go the way of Mrs Lim Siew Joo and say '我可不是垃圾桶. 让你们把不要的东西丢进去! 把这份烂东西拿回去! 我不会收的!.. Haha. Of course Mrs Lim said it in English to Shalini in case you are so dense you didn't know. But seriously if Feng Rong says that I am going to hate her for the rest of my life and make her remaining time teaching SY horrible. I feel evil manz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Had double Bio and Phy lesson today. Which equals to 3 hour and 20 min of practicals all beside the *lovely* Mel Leong. And as usual we laughed like shit. Screwed up so many things. But at least our hydrogencarbonate turned a nice shade of orange/yellow. Unlike TF's. HAHAHA. Hope we dont' screw up again. According to Mel Leong she is going to be able to write a book on what stupid things I do. More like SHE does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We were doing our experiment on crickets during Bio today. And everyone was screaming like shit. I didn't take my cricket. Cheryl Lim caught mine and Mel's one. Brave girl. Surprisingly Tf went up to catch it. Nothing is ever going to surprise me again man. But thank god it wasn't lizards. Tf a.k.a the wierd girl would rather lizards. I think if it was lizards I would:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Vomit (highly likely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. Get out of the lab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Haha. That's how scared of lizards I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-1964545233178899562?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/1964545233178899562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=1964545233178899562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1964545233178899562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1964545233178899562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/08/start-of-brand-new-month-today-august.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-1945882748280813802</id><published>2007-07-21T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T05:02:17.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Watched Harry Potter today. Gosh I feel damn outdated. Cuz EVERYONE has watched it and I only watched it today. But it was really nice. Only gripe I have: What happened to all the Sirius parts?? Like when he was quarelling for Harry to know everything??? I LOVE SIRIUS. Haha. But Snape is like so not cute when he was young. And really, I don't hate James Potter for torturing him. Its like such a short part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I sucked today. ALMOST got tricked by May to go into the guys toilet. I was going to put my foot into the toilet already ok!. She will get her retribution by not losing weight. HA! But I doubt she cares. She thinks she has such a sexyyy body. Bet she can't wait to flaunt it in a Hawaiin costume next year for Racial Harmony Day. She and TF both took a cab down to Lido to meet me. AND yet. I who took the humble, more energy conserving bus reached there EARLIER then them. Sigh. Having idiot friends like them. Especially TF who doesn't know how to get to Lido by bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Going to do SS now. Can't stand my youngest brother. I am like a dormant volcano waiting to erupt on him. And when I do...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-1945882748280813802?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/1945882748280813802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=1945882748280813802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1945882748280813802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1945882748280813802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/07/watched-harry-potter-today.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-7363362949049445661</id><published>2007-07-18T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T08:26:17.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;My stomach hurts. From laughing too much and doing sit-ups + crunches after a like THREE months hiatus. I have been lauging from last night ok. And today I laughed like shit for the whole day with TingFang. I tell you, if another wrinkle pops out, I am going to sue her for $20 million dollars! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we did dissection of sheep kidney today. The first like 30 min totally sucked. Suppossed to cut the kidney into half. I cut my kidney transversely with the blunt side of the knife too impatiently so like, it didn't cut through properly, and i was left with one huge piece and a bit of the cortex. SO, Mel and Karina both lent in their hands to help mutilate my kidney into another 2 pieces. So grand total of pieces of kidney: FOUR. And when Mr Johair asked whose kidney is a failure, TF, Mel and some other ppl collaborated and embarassed me infront of everybody by screaming my name and laughing at me. Haha, but later, my kidney turned out very nice ok! At least I redeemed my name. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, me being the careless me had to do something else wrong. Cut mel's hand accidentally while mincing the kidney. SORRY. Ok, not really anymore. Haha. Eh, I stopped calling you UWO for the whole day ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and TF laughed somemore over nothing. And then we started laughing really badly during recess. Mr Cheng came into class to return Geog papers. Tf like eat wrong medicine, started quarelling with me. Then we went to OSMOREGULATE and saw her husband (big plant) and son (small plant) in the toilet. Now, I can't stop laughing everytime I step into the toilet. I am such a loser. So we laughed all the way out of the toilet with Tf accusing her son of being my boyfriend which IT is so not. My taste is not that bad. Besides I don't want Tf to be my mother-in-law. And we were laughing so loudly that Mr Cheng heard us. Which was embarassing. But anyway, hit TF hand until my handprint was there for half an hour. She deserved it for pulling my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was as usual spent laughing over nothing. AGAIN. I need to STOP laughing. But my highlight of the day besides laughing: almost finished downloading Maroon 5's album. TWO more songs. I love the track 'won't to home without you'. It's beautiful. And heartbreaking. I'm not sure why, I am hooked on heartbreak songs now. And the whole of their album is about heartbreak. Mostly. But I will still love them after I am over heartbreak songs. SOOO I feel guilty downloading their songs. First time ok! Therefore I shall go buy their songs like at the end of the year if I overcome my stinginess first. OR. OR. OR ofcourse if one of you kind-hearted souls would like to get the album for my super-belated birthday of 16th May. =) SHOW SOME SUPPORT FOR MAROON 5 MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hateee my parents sometimes. They are bent on feeding me fat ok!&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care. I feel like eating now. =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if the post is boring. It feels boring. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;SBQ SS test tomorrow and I decided not to study. Not studying for chinese yue du also. HECK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-7363362949049445661?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/7363362949049445661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=7363362949049445661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7363362949049445661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/7363362949049445661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-stomach-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-3755619471695744558</id><published>2007-07-17T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:27:51.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I am SAD. Young and Dan are being shifted to the 5am - 10am slot. I will NEVER be able to hear them again, seeing how the only times I am awake during this time is because I am in school. Holidays = sleep till 12 pm at least. Well, at least Shan and Rosalyn are taking over the slot. Nice deejays unlike Ms. Vendetta. Sorry. Personal opinion ok. No hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to wake up early tomorrow. Like earlier than usual. It's not as if I am waking up late everyday you know. But anyway, going to pick UWO 1 aka Melissa Leong's and my sheep's kidney. It's going to be the ultimate gross thing. Unwashed, bloody with ice pack. It's going to STINK. But it's so unfair ok. How can Mrs Low get it for her bio class and not for US. Or rather. Why can't Mr Jo get it for us. !?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test was a KILLER. It totally sucks. What makes it worst is that I knew how to do it before the test and forgot during the test. What's wrong with me!!! But I am so going to work hard on Physics and Chem. I plan to take them for 'A' Levels!!! I want to be a doctor. But highly doubt that I will be accepted into medical school. And what if I change my mind halfway through JC??? (I'm very fickle minded one ok. ) Then at least I can go become engineer or something like that. At least I won't need to be a biochemist working in the lab on quantams. MOST BORING JOB EVER. Haha. Something's wrong with me. Why am I thinking about such stuff suddenly. I should be relaxing now that all the tests are gone. At least the BLOCK tests. Must be the compulsory career talks we have to sign up for. Nat. I think you will have to go for the dance one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double Chinese for last two periods today. And really, I am sure that Feng Rong has the skin of an elephant. I mean, your skin really has to be a 1000x times thicker than a normal human being's to be able to continue teaching in a class wherein the WHOLE class is just doing their own things. Even the scholars are sleeping. Which says alot. Because they are usually very attentive and Feng Rong favours them alot. Her favourite students sleeping rather than listening to her. Doesn't she feel hurt at all. Maybe she doesn't have any feelings. But then again, maybe, it's because of her passion for teaching that she can continue on. But, sorry, my tinted glasses read 'Feng Rong has elephant skin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I have decided not to bitch about teachers anymore! (If I can control the temptations that is) WHY u ask. That's because, I suddenly remembered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Teachers have blogs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Teachers google their own names.&lt;br /&gt;3. Teachers have friendster accounts.&lt;br /&gt;4. Teachers have spies aka neices in the schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, I don't want to go to be taught by teachers who know that they are so hated by me. WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN TO MY TESTS??? ESP LIT. But then, there are a few teachers that I believe will not have a clue about what's going on even if the sky falls down. Cross refer aforementioned thick-skinned teacher. And the exception goes for Ms Sharon whom I wouldn't care less if she hated me. In fact, if she pisses me off enough, she is going the way of Khong. (Incoherent except for those that know what happened last year in the toilet. But she totally deserved it. Haha. I feel evil )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-3755619471695744558?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/3755619471695744558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=3755619471695744558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3755619471695744558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3755619471695744558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-3073331035111411743</id><published>2007-07-15T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T05:43:50.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have NOT gotten my freaking sheeps kidneys. I need it to disect it. Waiting to do it. But I haven't bought it. Can't find!?!?!?! Well apparently its because the indian and malay muslims, who are the main customsers, do not eat the internal organs except for the liver. So they seldom sell. And stupid UNIDENTIFIED WALKING OBJECT (MEL LEONG) had to go and volunteer to buy 4 MORE. That makes it a grand total of SIX. Can you imagine how many sheeps have to be slaughtered. Haha. Well, if I can't find then, I don't know what's going to happen. By the way, do you know anyone who is scared to eat sotong and beef. But totally not freaked out by sheep's kidney? You don't noe? I expected. I know one. Tingfang. Crazy illogical girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was thinking. Talking with Amanda isn't very boring. I just said it to make the contrast starker. Haha. Literary device ok! At least I think it is. Actually talking with her is soo much more engaing and interesting. At least we talk about different things. MW only wants to talk about her RRK. Shall leave you to figure out who is that. INDEPENDANT LEARNING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally finished stupid Newsweek homework set by Ms Sharon. I totally did half shit work lah. So stupid ok the questions. Everything is 'use your own words' and nothing else. And I didn't know how to do the freaking crosswords. I was in a rush anyway. Didn't spend much time on it. Rushing to study Physics. But, the main moral of the story? Ms Sharon SUCKS BIG TIME. She sets us so much homework I bet her entire life revolves around marking it. No wait. Her life goal is to tortue us isn't it. 3 GR apparently calls her 'mammoth'. Apt description. Even though it is a little evil. But she is evil first. Rmb that. She deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel quite accomplished today actually ok! Becuase I covered all the theory things that I need to cover for Physics. But I doubt half of it is still in my head. I still need to do the practise questions =(. I am just glad I am not a full geog student. Or else I will just bang my head on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was soooo funny. MW's entire family wanted to kill me because I said they are lame and stupid. But they are ok! Her cousin thinks that the fence surrounding a strawberry field should be higher than the human. Have you ever seen something like that. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just a totally random piece of thing: In Japan, due to the falling birth rate, this boy has been studying in a class whic has only ONE student. Guess who? HIM. No prizes for right answers horh. Haha. It's quite sad actually. No friends. The teacher just totally focusses on him. On a good note though. There is no freaky girl like TF and no MW to bother him with RRK. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-3073331035111411743?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/3073331035111411743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=3073331035111411743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3073331035111411743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3073331035111411743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-not-gotten-my-freaking-sheeps.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-3000439490617569985</id><published>2007-07-13T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T06:47:51.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHERE IS YOUNG ON 987FM???????? I miss his voice on the radio. How can they replace him with Miss Vendetta?!?! I hate her. What's wrong with management on 987. And they didn't even give a reason for his dissappearance! WATEVA. I dont feel like listening to the 4 pm slot anymore. Neither do I feel like listening to the 9 pm slot because of Emily. SIGH. Radio was really good for awhile. Now it's like .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went for Chinese tuition today. And i felt depressed even before lessons start. How great is that. The teacher asked me what my oral topic was. So it was about corporal punishment. And everyone started whining about how easy it is and how there is a whole lot of things to talk about it (with the exception of Elyn who had to ask me to explain what the topic was in English. Proves how good SCGS chinese is). In my heart I was like. 'OMG. I am such an idiot. Why did I have nothing to say????'. And I just realised the examiners have been laughing at practically everyone except for me during convo. I think it's becuase I am too boring. I am soo dead. Sigh. Heck lah. At least they didn't laugh at me when I was reading the passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling bloated and fat. Horrid feeling. Actually on which day when I did not exercise have I not felt that? Waiting for tomorrow so that I can go swim =). I am such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to finish Physics and do finish my stupid SGCC flash game. Mr Teh is requesting to see what we have done till. And we haven't really done anything. GREAT. Who cares about him. I shall add more songs to my ITunes and study Physics first. Slacked the entire day today. SLACKER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-3000439490617569985?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/3000439490617569985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=3000439490617569985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3000439490617569985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/3000439490617569985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-is-young-on-987fm-i-miss-his.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461864860396470024.post-1963001645088501220</id><published>2007-07-12T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T09:01:27.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;New blog new life. Today was a boring day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially call today 'Anti-Michelle Chia Day'. It was completely sucky today. English was horrid all throughout just because of Ms Sharon. She has a 'kiam pak' face u know. Something similar to Feng Rong. But WORST than her. We had to write some stupid compo today in the library which was MIGHTY thoughtful of her. I am amazed she had the compassion to provide us with a more 'conducive environment to study in'. Really, I think, she just can't stand the heat herself. Got a scolding from her cuz me and emergent (tingfang) were having a 'chit-chat session' instead of doing our work. RIGHT. We were discussing about work ok! The worst part of English today? I handed up my tingxie ben zi instead of journal. Thus, I had to lug all my books up, which we were recquired to bring home because of MOE excel fest, to the staffroom to hand up my journal at the end of the day and take back my tingxie ben zi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the staffroom, did u all see the stupid 'act-cute' photos the teachers took and had pasted outside the staffroom. It was sooo stupid. And they probably thought it looked good enough to show the public! Sigh. Mr Tee looked like an SC girl. Well, I mistook him for one. Then me, Tingfang, Nat, May and Wijaya were laughing over it when someone in the photo was behind me and TF. Wonder how much he heard. Lucky we didn't say anything bad. We were just LAUGHING. And we laughed even harder when we saw him. What do you expect out of me. When I start laughing, I can't stop. Try me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS = SUCKY &amp;amp; SLACK subject. It is soooo boring. Ms Kavita is nice enough. But... SS lessons are a bore and a chore. I can't infer. I was disinterested the entire lesson. I bet she knew because she kept staring at me. I desperately need EGeog now. Not that its the most engaging subject ever. BUT AT LEAST,&lt;br /&gt;1. I can bully Wijaya&lt;br /&gt;2. I will be greatly entertained by Mr Cheng and May. Esp after a test.&lt;br /&gt;3. Copy notes like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SS it's like,&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk SLOWLY and BORING stuff with Amanda&lt;br /&gt;2. Miss Kavita is well, quite boring&lt;br /&gt;3. We just INFER like CRAZY and I am left LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. HAVE TO STUDY PHYSICS............................................... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461864860396470024-1963001645088501220?l=stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/feeds/1963001645088501220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4461864860396470024&amp;postID=1963001645088501220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1963001645088501220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4461864860396470024/posts/default/1963001645088501220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopdaydreamin.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-blog-new-life.html' title=''/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05029866111289554429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
