<?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-10574212</id><updated>2011-08-29T01:35:48.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isntthereanotherway?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>665</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1484641379141449772</id><published>2008-07-02T22:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:54:20.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SGuSjMVT2NI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_CRabjyWf2g/s1600-h/MKOAO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SGuSjMVT2NI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_CRabjyWf2g/s320/MKOAO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218425726542534866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess which dress I want. It's pretty obvious if you know me and my weird style. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SGuSjOQdfyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RyNGDJTakek/s1600-h/Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SGuSjOQdfyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RyNGDJTakek/s320/Y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218425727059066658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to do this when people were going past in bicycles, giving us looks. Probably thinking "Kids nowadays ah...... nothing better to do" and nod t each other in proud agreement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my dream (prom?) dress HAHAHHA. Should I put the picture here?&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah I did (ie. above) :) :) :) :) IT'S MINE. IF I CAN FIND IT MUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. I KEEP SAYING I AM GOING T CUT MY HAIR BUT SOMETHING ALWAYS OFFSETS IT ANGSTY ANGSTY ANGSTY. But I am ok!! (2006 haircut hahahhaha) I am doing this, no I dont care that my hair wont be long enough for prom. Yah lah I'm v prommy now ok. I am going t settle for a LLD hahah (not LBD, boring shiz, plus my skin colour is like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;) Haha, its been ages since I put colour into my font. I am eating fruits everyday!!!! Haha I think watermelon does not do anything except cool your body, wah I am damn cool now, I AM FINALLY COOL. Carissa told me it helps me go toilet better, but I dont think so. I still go t the toilet only (as in to REALLY use the toilet) once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I LOVE SUV. Haha, Chermaine/Carissa/Cheng are probably gonna roll their eyes when they see this and ask me if I love her, and not just slightly enjoy her presence.&lt;br /&gt;Erm I dont okay, its like a, thing for fun ok!!!! Leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, but I'm a fag." HAHAHAH faggot maggot! (rhymes are cool like watermelon)&lt;br /&gt;I should stop saying fag as a replacement for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1484641379141449772?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1484641379141449772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1484641379141449772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1484641379141449772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1484641379141449772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-found-my-dream-prom-dress-hahahha.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SGuSjMVT2NI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_CRabjyWf2g/s72-c/MKOAO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-8546701533871910905</id><published>2008-06-29T20:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:24:32.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SGeXmkMynAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ys-YZ370uA/s1600-h/love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SGeXmkMynAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ys-YZ370uA/s320/love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217305382140156930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys alot, ALOT. I really want us to be like this together forever.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I said together forever, because even though its cliche, it fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;(Picture removed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahahahha I cant stand my big ass face there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS HANISAH'S BIRTHDAY. (I am sorry, I have t give you a belated!)&lt;br /&gt;++ SQUADMATES THOUGH WE'RE SENIORS I LOVE YOU ALL OK!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-8546701533871910905?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/8546701533871910905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=8546701533871910905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/8546701533871910905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/8546701533871910905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-message-for-you-all-lah-ok-i-started.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SGeXmkMynAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_ys-YZ370uA/s72-c/love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-62479594577466731</id><published>2008-06-28T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:01:09.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! (Squadmates, reading this anxiously?) Hey babies, we're seniors now (as in you know what I mean!). I dont think the Sec 3s will read this but, I wish you all the best for 2008/2009 alright, hope you all can bring Crescent RC to glory now that we're gone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is life? I dont know, but I wish I can get someone t study with me when I'm free becos I am too malu t ask anyone you know, haha, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE REMEDIAL EVERYDAY OF THE WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;OK I LOVE YOU ALL! (Really all, except that Mrs T or someone)&lt;br /&gt;I love SUV HAHAHAHAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Babies who want pics, get me online because photobucket dont friend me anymore since I abandoned it years ago, just sharing folders me ok, LOVE)&lt;br /&gt;Blogger hates me too, but since I love all, I love you. HA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-62479594577466731?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/62479594577466731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=62479594577466731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/62479594577466731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/62479594577466731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-everyone-squadmates-reading-this.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-3435498910013712506</id><published>2008-06-11T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:30:42.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my 667-TH POST LEH. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, I hope you are all studying, THOSE PEOPLE SLACKING AH, WL, REALLY, STUDY OK. I dont know what t write here anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my life, for everyone t scrutinise?! No way!!!! Ok, I tell you abit abit ok. Today, I think, I swear upon everything, that I saw this old man on the road right, he was on a wheelchair and it had some motor on it, and he just went zooming by on the wheelchair beside the cars!! On the main road!! I even missed the traffic light for him, cause I was staring at him? He kinda looks like a mad scientist too with a Charles Darwin beard and thinning gray hair at the top, and this really manical smile. OH YES, GREAT SINGAPORE SALE NOW, BUT ALOT OF SHOPS CHEAT ME. (psst.... fcuk says its got 70% discount, you know what, ITS NOTHING MUCH) But some shops, I will have t say, made good buys. :) So take advantage yah okay! BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-3435498910013712506?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/3435498910013712506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=3435498910013712506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3435498910013712506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3435498910013712506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-my-667-th-post-leh.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-3706016019692807431</id><published>2008-05-16T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:20:30.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow Mother is so FUNNY man! She saw me (few seconds ago, srsly) staring at the computer screen intently and she was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M : "What happened?! Some bad news?!&lt;br /&gt;D : No Ma, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;M : Are you sure? Why you look so sad?&lt;br /&gt;D : Really nothing!! (Rubs eyes)&lt;br /&gt;M : Why are you crying?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious, hilarious, and you know what, this happens every day. Like Ma like kid. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I got back some results. Yeah. Erm. Yeah. So. Yeah. Er. Today was sunny.  Very Sunny. And my legs like are really hurting now!! PT + 2.4 leh, all in 24 hours you know!! I have no arm power whatsoever (ask classmates) and I am going to do push ups over the weekend. I shall try, I mean I must! I am in need of atleast 200 hundred moolah right now RIGHT NOW. Because I can not bear to stare at something through the computer screen for too long without touching it directly. I am in this very whatever mood lah you know, its like, I am getting pretty high off the endless supply of ginger beer and strawberry milk (I know lah, weird contrast). Am I rebellious now?! Am I?! Am I cool?! Kids, pls follow rules which are v important. Ok and eat fruits during recess (I'm starting!) and do not drink so much gassy drinks ah. Ah gems of advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is.... all over here there up down. But then again, nobody reads this place anws!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-3706016019692807431?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/3706016019692807431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=3706016019692807431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3706016019692807431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3706016019692807431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow-mother-is-so-funny-man-she-saw-me.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-6723747414894689745</id><published>2008-05-11T13:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:22:22.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SCbL5GoiQTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/fCs74IN5s90/s1600-h/P5090347_editted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199067001739428146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SCbL5GoiQTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/fCs74IN5s90/s320/P5090347_editted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While waiting to go onstage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 9 was a great night, highlights of the evening you ask? The hurried rush to find a piece of mirror to put make up on, the impatient unbearable waiting in the MPR (me, Diana and Hazel singing our song "Any ____ over here got 20 cents?"), backstage, talking to that break dancing guy who dances freakin awesome and the 3 girl band who were great as well, hugging all sorts of people I never ever knew, performing under the bright lights to the very generous cheers and heart beats, rushing back to MPR t change into dress, rushing up the gallery (saw clique), classmates very heart warmingly gave me so many individual roses of so many colours, meeting everyone in their beautiful clothes, thank you to clique and squad and everyone else who gave us great comments even though they were strangers or just friends, freaking out to the Nazeera's freaking awesome dance with everyone who cares what people see (You were my highlight!), crying like a wuss to Kelly's and Su's song (I am so proud of them), finding out the results and a strange strange peace and warm feeling coming over me as I surveyed the dark hall and raised hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su sings better than Leona Lewis ANYDAY SERIOUSLY. I really love it when you sing "I'm in love with you"!!!!! I cant sing for nuts. :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-6723747414894689745?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6723747414894689745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=6723747414894689745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6723747414894689745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6723747414894689745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/05/while-waiting-to-go-onstage-may-9-was.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SCbL5GoiQTI/AAAAAAAAAOs/fCs74IN5s90/s72-c/P5090347_editted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-5492658927025496595</id><published>2008-05-05T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:57:26.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SAW THE VIDEO!!!!! OMG OK SOME THING T CLEAR UP&lt;br /&gt;(I dont think anyone's reading this, haha oh well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We didnt write the caption with all the "Please"(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Zoey and her friend were supposed to be at the front but they edited it off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We didn't come up with throw hats thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, it was hella funny and I watched it over and over again! Starting with Hayyu, the normal one (actually supposed to be Act Cute but changed), Hazel, the Bitchy one lah (you couldn't see her cleavage, sad!!), Diana, the blur one, Me, erm.... Bimbotic? (But I moved too fast!!), Hanisah, the loser wannabe freak everything!!!! Oh man, big props to Hanisah for agreeing to do that. I hope everyone liked it! The others' videos were cool as well. Cant wait for Friday yo, I think I am gonna buy a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID ANYONE SEE NAZEERA'S VID?!&lt;br /&gt;X + Hazwani + Annie is inside!&lt;br /&gt;Since Nazeera was doing it solo and stuff, she's our homie and all, we decided to help her by making this abrupt appearance, support Nazeera too ok!! And Ave Delario! And everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-5492658927025496595?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/5492658927025496595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=5492658927025496595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5492658927025496595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5492658927025496595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-saw-video-omg-ok-some-thing-t-clear.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1957801846935370444</id><published>2008-05-05T15:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:09:21.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SB6_r7LJjtI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FPWNabBacKs/s1600-h/Shoes+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SB6_r7LJjtI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FPWNabBacKs/s320/Shoes+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196801781371866834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Might as well add a Polaroid, haha, credits to Gretchen.&lt;br /&gt;I have the darkest legs!! Ok lah, duh, I'm the only Indian there.&lt;br /&gt;(You are supposed to spot the difference, can you see?)&lt;br /&gt;(Brother and Mother got it wrong thats why!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant watch my group's video. (I'm hoping no one else can, haha) Its abit "foolish" (yes, quoted from us) but whats the point of giving some get-lost face and promote ourselves?! (Yes "promote" is a quote from Miss Vicky) Deviating as usual from the topic at hand, Brother mentioned I have this very pissed off face!! Is it true? Haha, I cant remember the last time I was outwardly pissed (phone not included, cos I'm weird like that). Ok so back to Crez Awards, I know we're called X. We really had no idea we had to give a name during the auditions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking home on day after practice, and we were discussing group names. I think I was the idiot who mentioned X as one of the funny names, everyone else was like What does it mean, and I said it doesnt mean anything, so yeah it doesnt (I think), haha. We also considered calling ourselves Lalalala, then the poor compere will have to say "Presenting lalalalalalala" and she has to keep lala-ing until we come out! Haha, so yeah, X it is! (Better than lala or po, haha, do you get it? My God, I'm so..... fill-in-the-blank) I hope alot of people can come, even though you're not supporting us but yeah, I dont think Crescent has much get-together events, unless there's funfair and its like the 2006 funfair which kicked ass. I'm sponsoring LIYANA NORMAN 2 dollars to come, so if you need some cash (only 1-2 dollar lah ok), maybe I'll sponsor you too, MAYBE ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAM IS OVER IN LIKE, 2 DAYS. Have you all done well?&lt;br /&gt;(I have t stop this, I AM NOT LOSING CONTROL NO)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1957801846935370444?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1957801846935370444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1957801846935370444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1957801846935370444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1957801846935370444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cant-watch-my-groups-video.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SB6_r7LJjtI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FPWNabBacKs/s72-c/Shoes+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-7034813207901808234</id><published>2008-05-01T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:59:27.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi I hope everyone is fine. What can I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-7034813207901808234?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7034813207901808234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=7034813207901808234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7034813207901808234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7034813207901808234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-i-hope-everyone-is-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-7791157734637594281</id><published>2008-04-23T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:42:12.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SA9KlLLJjsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8gF9sdMSquM/s1600-h/I+love+them.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192450897896640194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SA9KlLLJjsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8gF9sdMSquM/s320/I+love+them.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Told you green stockings are weird, but love the shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;(We sewed the ribbons on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi! Hi all ginger beers (I'm drinking one now, cool!?!?) Do you realise something, I just did. I always blog here just before some major thing like common test!! Is blogging a stress relief? Since when? Oh nevermind, I think I'll spend 0.5 hour actually analyzing it, thanks to all the analyzing and elaborating I do in Lit. (Thanks Mrs R! No really!) I am in another dance thing now, blog, I know, I have no time, but still, I am doing it, I am really stupid, but what to do blog, I'm just going with the flow. :) Hey my groupmates for this dance (I wont forget ALH, For sure!), we just keep doin that thing we doin, I'm sure it'll go alright, just slide just slide. Why am I like this on my blog, so full of nonsense. And why do I ask questions like this to myself on my blog. Why why why why. Haha, ok anyone stressed by MYEs, come to me, get a free hug yah. Because I cant really afford anything else, even my precious Dewberry biscuits or Maltesers! Oh well, I hope everyone's happy fine and dandy, please study, if you're reading this, then I dont know, just study after this ok! Love, (sincerely, not the fake kind that people put for the sake of it when they dont even mean it you know), ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-7791157734637594281?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7791157734637594281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=7791157734637594281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7791157734637594281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7791157734637594281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-hi-all-ginger-beers-im-drinking-one.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/SA9KlLLJjsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8gF9sdMSquM/s72-c/I+love+them.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-653928775609171128</id><published>2008-04-04T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:25:43.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey smallies!!!! For those who dont know, we got 2nd for Modern Dance in Arts Festival Finals, for the Video category as well. :) Remind me not, to wear green stockings anymore. If you have nothing better to do, here's the video, ok lah, we are proud of our dance, I mean who wont be, and stuff, and stuff, ok here it is!! (At the end of post!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I guess I should blog like normal, like you know about my life My life is so exciting now I am deciding if I should go Disneyland or join the FBI right now No remedials, no extra lessons, no short breaks and lunches, ok lah I am not this sarcastic but since I am hiding behind my computer screen I might as well be!! I hope everyone is happy and if you think life sucks right, then.... please don't because you are just wasting your time I have given up saying life sucks already because really whats the point? And whats with the whole "life sucks" thing, I mean really, why cant it be life is not-really-working-for-me-right now or life is kind-of-horrible, its just immediate life sucks!! Why? Ok lah nobody cares abt my erm opinion anws, haha, but just putting my 2 cents in kids, ok I love everyone, bye!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, no infatuation for me, oh nooooooooo, I will think about it&lt;br /&gt;About having a small time affair :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m2EW9qjFyWM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m2EW9qjFyWM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="330" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-653928775609171128?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/653928775609171128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=653928775609171128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/653928775609171128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/653928775609171128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-smallies-for-those-who-dont-know-we.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1452219946650781574</id><published>2008-03-22T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:04:44.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/R-TmT5MkzhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AUEffnUm_fI/s1600-h/Loving+the+flyer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/R-TmT5MkzhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AUEffnUm_fI/s320/Loving+the+flyer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180518700828380690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent uploaded a picture here in ages. Here's me and Yang. Omg I look like some auntie, not even auntie, like a WANNABE auntie :) Love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello kids!!!! I have a feeling this is going to be a long post Just a feeling only lah please dont take it seriously or anything Later its not you know then how you think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok hope you all had a good, Good Friday if you know what I mean :) For those who dont know the big news, Crescent Red Cross (my cca doh) Modern Dance + Traditional Dance + Video got into the finals!! Credits to Song people, in our books, you all are still the best!!! For sure babes fur sure Anws I hope everyone is studying dilligently for their Mid Years which is just in.... more than 1 month, OH MY EARTH AND SUN AND MOON, please study ok, then june holidays will be fun, then you wont have t mug so much for final years also! So yah, study hard, but also play also, I am just fufilling my role as auntie since I look like one heh heh Oh yeah got Napfa (sp?) so remember when you're playing, try t do something fit like.... er.... something that's not watching Youtube or smsing can alr loh ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is quite long already what do you think hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyone can buy me Miu Miu platform sandals for $820 will be, very fervently, worshipped by the only and only yours truly for the next 500 years, in my next and next next birth as well so please consider thank you very much, love you all, kthx bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1452219946650781574?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1452219946650781574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1452219946650781574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1452219946650781574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1452219946650781574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-havent-uploaded-picture-here-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/R-TmT5MkzhI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AUEffnUm_fI/s72-c/Loving+the+flyer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-7263442890120558598</id><published>2008-03-12T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:08:11.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that the holidays are finally here, its time for rest and relaxation!&lt;br /&gt;(Obviously, I am still disgruntled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, we've been practicing the Arts Fest dance at the mpr/hall every single day of the past week and this week as well, Saturday's the big day! Wish us luck, or just dont say anything. :) Kthx. I am feeeeeling pretty.... confused, over certain feelings I am developing. (Ha, you pervert) What else, my day to day routine leaves me no space for interesting topics. Oh that Shahilah has to say I love you to me every day because of you-know-what! A certain Pek has been doing her Bio homework. Yejing, Ruiting and Hazel have been shaking their bodies vigorously. The squad has been helping us. Xiner wore pyjamas today. I have not run in ages and my body is becoming fat. I did not watch the late night Saturday movie. Ok la see my life, soooooo boring (Ha once again, being the typical teenage blogger and loving it) I wish all those who are not reading my blog, which is erm, everyone a happy day tomorrow and beyond. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-7263442890120558598?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7263442890120558598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=7263442890120558598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7263442890120558598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7263442890120558598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/03/now-that-holidays-are-finally-here-its.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-6238096221672591804</id><published>2008-03-01T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:41:23.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy March t all youuuuu freaks out there (Plus, check out the leap year baby in The New Paper, sooooo cute) Okay I really love small kids, they no need t be chubby or skinny, or quiet or noisy, I just love them all (I AM NOT A PAEDOPHILE, kthx). But I dont like when they grow into big kids like me yah, haha. Saturday's been lazy but unforgiving. March holidays coming up, but is the meaning of holidays even applied anymore. Hey Webster, I got a new definition for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays - "A day when supposedly normal day-to-day activites like school and work are stopped, supposedly allowing its recepients a rest from these activites. But sadly, it does not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA atleast the kids will truly understand its meaning now. My body ache is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Joanne Ma'am for everything! We'll see you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-6238096221672591804?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6238096221672591804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=6238096221672591804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6238096221672591804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6238096221672591804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-march-t-all-youuuuu-freaks-out.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-2943699985778155083</id><published>2008-02-23T16:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T17:19:46.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my 655TH POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hi does anyone read this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like adding one more teeny weeny post. Haha, who knows whats in my archives, anyone who hacks this should have a good time! There's a cactus in my room (thank you thank you Casandra, you know I love plants!) and its such an entertainment than some movies. Btw, ask your Mother is she uses Clinque's Happy perfume, apparently middle-aged women use it (3 people's mothers use it). It smells GOODgood. I know its the middle of Common Test, but I dont know how people study for 3 hours straight. I can last..... 1hr 30 mins. (With encouragement and offerings of sugar, 2 hours max) Let me repeat this cliche : Good luck with your common test! Haha, on the last day, see all the Crescentians at the opposite bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rambling, I know it, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I DID WATCH A MOVIE THIS YEAR : AH LONG PTE LTD&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking BUT I HAD FUN WATCHING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit,&lt;br /&gt;I read my Sec One posts with a look of horror on my face. I think if I was a senior, I would have hated that 13-year-old me t the core. I sound like an....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-2943699985778155083?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2943699985778155083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=2943699985778155083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2943699985778155083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2943699985778155083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-my-655th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-2396005824963066932</id><published>2008-01-31T05:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T05:55:39.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello my 654-th post. Haha yes I am here, deviating from my secret blog (Readership : 1, from Jalan Bukit Merah) New watch and school stuff so I'm really pleased about that, I know I know, I've t try t not let material things give me too much happiness, later I get addicted. All I want now are my red num slippers, and I'll be happy fat kid one corner (I know, contradiction). Oh and I watched just 1 movie in cinema last year, and it'll probably become 0 this year. :( Not everyone shares my love for dark rooms and flickering pictures (and popcorn if got money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you havent realised by now, I am rambling, so as t keep this blog alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advance CNY too, red is the colour of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fill in the blank answer : prata boys and girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-2396005824963066932?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2396005824963066932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=2396005824963066932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2396005824963066932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2396005824963066932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-my-654-th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-6270901866570577986</id><published>2007-12-27T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T20:37:01.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, this blog is how old already. Yeah I'm back from India and still alive for those who dont know. I have moolah now. The new "year" is going to start. I mean I guess there's like a need t consider 365 days a year, but really, whats the difference. Yeah thats about my boring life which I can relate on this rather public place. Not that my life v exciting lah, but privacy all the way yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-6270901866570577986?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6270901866570577986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=6270901866570577986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6270901866570577986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6270901866570577986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-this-blog-is-how-old-already.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-8500825334959078847</id><published>2007-11-29T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:47:09.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doods, leaving Saturday morn, 7.30 am t Incredible India (Bangalore)! 18th december is when I'll leave/reach Spore, I've no idea. But thats 2 weeks and 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of year camp is over. IYF is over. Good times, fun times. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-8500825334959078847?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/8500825334959078847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=8500825334959078847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/8500825334959078847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/8500825334959078847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/11/doods-leaving-saturday-morn-7.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-4308950236625099570</id><published>2007-11-17T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T00:55:54.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I've got - a secret vocabulary"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiner is such a _______, insert word of choice (oh, you vulgar person!) Okay, basic account of what I've been doing. Did dragon boating with TKGS, was pretty awesome, Grp 3 won! :D But so did the rest of the grps! Okay I did some extreme shopping, I've no idea, but money kept coming in. And now I got my Zen Stone Plus which is cheap and shit, but shut it, I like it, its cute, you'll like it too, obviously. Alcina found the red one!!!! :( What else, OA Silver happened. I passed, yay, I get a cool badge and experience! Outdoor Cooking part was hilarious, Ee Suan's awesome noodles. If you're stuck in the jungle/forest/etc, just take Suan along for good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Yejing, Shah, Bernice yesterday. Discussed stupid stuff like we do at Shaw, fun times fun times. Met SeowXiner, Pek, Sankari, Subha, Yejing, Shah today at the Room. I brought some Deepavali kueh and they liked it. :) Esp since most of it is store-bought, except one kind which my family made. So I shall bring it for further RC stuff like camp since everyone in this household is pretty sick of kueh already. Went out with Chermaine, Cheng, Alcina, (and briefly, Carissa), caught up with them. RCV GOLD TOM, AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My font's gone overseas, and now I'm stuck with Verdana.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-4308950236625099570?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/4308950236625099570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=4308950236625099570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4308950236625099570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4308950236625099570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-got-secret-vocabulary-xiner-is-such.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-426009827507970033</id><published>2007-10-31T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:20:42.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MT Exam is over. Before I start rejoicing, I should start peeking around t check for any other exams, if you get me. I mean, srsly, I just put behind FYEs and wham, Mother Tongue! The exam was..... okay, duh! Haha, as in I didnt finish this one-sentence ending for Paper 1's Section B and I think my letter's not up t standard, but thats about it. I am just keeping eyes crossed for that beautiful A1. Mother really scared me at like 6 am AND she had already started praying! I got so freaked then I realised, oh, MT Exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and impending arrival of finances!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the smell of money, many people know this. I think I got this from Brother. Espescially the blue notes, the smell of materialistic pleasure. Well, Dad asked me to work for him, because his computing skills are bad (finally Tablet PCs have paid off!) and said HE WILL PAY ME. And he's usually the generous kind, hehe. $. I just hope I dont have t say Hi to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Deepavali's next week! (We already got cards from other people, but we never send anyone any :D). This means money, again, of course. And I get t buy my own clothes along with the good ol' traditional as well. Better take that old wishlist out yeah. OH AND THE NEXT DAY IS DRAGON BOATING WITH TK! I am really looking forward t it. Kayaking had been the best, with just two people paddling in the open ocean. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-426009827507970033?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/426009827507970033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=426009827507970033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/426009827507970033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/426009827507970033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/10/mt-exam-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-5416644614398799000</id><published>2007-10-28T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T00:34:56.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am currently watching the late night Saturday movie on V Central as I make fun of the stupid bits, and I forced Alcina to watch with me as well. She told me was out with J so I told her "Ah, teenage love. So much possibilty, so much eagerness, so much awkwardness" and she totally ignored it!!!! O Lvl's next week Wednesday, no comments, srly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and can someone please get me the CD of Hannibal Rising (2007) or Silence of the Lambs (1991), but I'm too lazy plus I think its rated 16 18 or 21. Sadly this means I am not liable at all. My L1R5 are exactly the same as Mid Years but I've improved overall but apparently, its of no net value here. :( Weeks of enrichment by the school awaits and the hectic "holidays".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-5416644614398799000?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/5416644614398799000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=5416644614398799000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5416644614398799000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5416644614398799000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-currently-watching-late-night.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-882074056901224809</id><published>2007-10-19T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:53:48.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi friends. Well it was acherontic, bleak, cold, depressive, elegiac, forlorn, hapless, you get me, it was not a happy day. I was trying t see if any words would really express what I am feeling right now. I know that sounds lian-ish and over dramatic, but I'm serious, there's this physical pain in my chest. I could've drank too much strawberry milk. But I dont think thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out my S1 babe and S3 babes was ____, I didnt feel like I was about t lose a friend. Thats bull. It was just painful because they will be moving further away, a little harder t reach but not impossible t get t. There's no "Goodbye forever" here or "I cant let you go" here. There's only Lets continue t keep it real. Like Jacqueline Wilson said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're there, and I'm here, we'll always remain friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never prepared for this. Though I didnt cry openly because I plan t be less of a express(er) of sad emotions. Why dont you hold my hand as we run past the fields of gold, where the trees are silver and the sky is pink and the flowers red?&lt;br /&gt;I really saw this scene in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-882074056901224809?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/882074056901224809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=882074056901224809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/882074056901224809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/882074056901224809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-7765326418480409388</id><published>2007-10-12T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:35:49.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I better update this since some people are still reading it (!!). Well I've been living on the couch, with my tablet and earphones, the Gameboy, the television infront, some pillows, alot of diary milk and kitkats, strawberry milk and cheap coffee. Which is really quite pathetic, I know. Other than going out with Yang, Gret or the clique or squadmates, this life-on-the-couch is exactly what I was waiting for before the demise of  theFYEs. I sometimes end up sleeping on the couch, so yes, its The Life On The Couch. And its AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Cross started again, :D Sexuality Education was not as fun as last time, though vitally informative. English Bridging Course was spent "reelacking one corner" and doing Prelim papers.  Okay, I tried, I tried t ignore all the talking and start on my question 4. And I managed t last..... 5 seconds. So post exam activites (the one organised by the school) was blah. So I didnt go today. I suppose I could die if there's a fire or someone goes Coloumbia and starts shooting up people (refering t the Safety Exercise thing) I am getting fatter and Inter-House Games would've helped with my ever-growing muscular+fatty bag known as the stomach. And Biology lessons could've been attempted, since I like Biology (the kind thats not forced down our throats 2 weeks before exams). But I didnt face it and I just sat awake from 6 to 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oct/Nov/Dec bring much. Red Cross is taking up like 65 percent with FDC, Fancy Foot/Fire drill, Camp and Combined Training. I got IYF which I am honestly freaked by after Yang's advice. I am going India for the first two weeks of Dec. My cousin is coming back and I'll have t be her advice counsellor t her more-interesting life. I got O Levels for MT. Well it doesnt seem alot on screen, but its a big bulk with all that planning going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-7765326418480409388?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7765326418480409388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=7765326418480409388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7765326418480409388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7765326418480409388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-guess-i-better-update-this-since-some.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-5635460018607451402</id><published>2007-10-10T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:08:41.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just heard the news on the radio (its on 24/7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've a new principal apparently, Eugenia or sth like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TURN ON YOUR RADIOS, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-5635460018607451402?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/5635460018607451402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=5635460018607451402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5635460018607451402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5635460018607451402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-heard-news-on-radio-its-on-247.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-3038790279584509178</id><published>2007-09-07T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:53:53.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, so how do I phrase today. From 12 midnight to 6 o clock.&lt;br /&gt;(I was just covered in cake and water and cream an hour ago)&lt;br /&gt;Well I shall have a go at it. *deep breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two wishes from Suan and Carissa at 10. Then some more at 12 from Xiner (haha, the 1st!), Shah, Sankari, Gret, Pek, Cindy and cant rmbr. I slept at 3 due to fever, my bed was hot yah. Haha, so woke up at 6 and left for 1 day camp! So it was a typical camp with scoldings and fun and water bombs and bandages. I brought 3 hardboiled eggs for games! Thanks t others who wished me like Aqilah, Kahliesah, Nad, Diana, Alcina and etc! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after our debrief and releasing the cadets t go home, Bertha ma'am called me, Nah Beh, Xiner and Yejing seperately. Then she said I deliberately poured water on a cadet and she saw it! I couldnt rmbr doing that but I just thought I did that. Then she scolded the other 3 for other reasons. Then Ma'am said she's gonna punish us so she brought us to basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she was like "Come out! Come out!" and my other squadmates had brought cake, wine, whipped cream and plates! Bernice immediately covered my HAIR with cake mixture. Steady. Then we ran around trying t hug each other t get the cream off us. Suddenly, Bertha ma'am became our enemy and everyone targeted her. We chased her around parade square. Then after removing her handphone and wallet, we tipped 3 buckets of water on her! Suddenly (I said this 3 times), everyone started filling buckets and throwing water on each other. I think we cleaned the parade square enough for the Open House tomorrow. We rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 4 of us (Nah beh, Yejing, Xiner, Me) got sung bday songs and we blew out the candles twice! And cut the cake together. Nah beh, Yejing and Xiner's bday were in March and July so they decided t do all the celebrations on one day! Haha, after spraying ourselves crazy with whipped cream, we went t drink the (non-alcholic) wine and eat some cake. Then we had a mini debrief and talking session at the court, before leaving off together! Then Dad picked me up with Nah Beh and Shahilah. And he said that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S GETTING ME MY GAMEBOY OR TAMAGOTCHI!&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy girl today, thank you everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You mean so much t this scarred girl from Bukit Merah.&lt;br /&gt;Much love (I mean it!), peace homies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-3038790279584509178?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/3038790279584509178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=3038790279584509178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3038790279584509178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3038790279584509178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/09/haha-so-how-do-i-phrase-today.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-4734528842350693322</id><published>2007-08-28T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:29:07.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ogay, so, I, like, have, to, like, blog something since this account has 641 posts, keep the love going. Haha, I prefer the other blog (Duh). I know, I promised photos but it takes a long time t load. So point the finger at my rather, battered tablet.  So I got my CT marks, not v charming. But I feel I improved. Does the Old, Vulnerable Female One care? Obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY DIANA K!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Screams in Christopher-Boone likeness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightttt, so I'll spread some good cheer and those who didnt get what they expected, YOU CAN DO IT because motivation is just a phone call away (me). I wore 3 different shoes this week. Two are mine, one Carissa Thumb's. (That pig bought skinnies.... without me). The much awaited, cant be degraded, never will be hated, The Skinny Song!&lt;br /&gt;(by me, for Cheng Yee) (ie. Bored during Chem)&lt;br /&gt;(excuse the poor shot at poetry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna, gonna, gonna&lt;br /&gt;Burn all that fat away&lt;br /&gt;I will lose those glycerol&lt;br /&gt;And be anorexic today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slimming pills, teas &amp;amp; treatment&lt;br /&gt;I'll do good to the environment&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be thin and bitchy&lt;br /&gt;Just like that pregnant Nicole Richie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get rock stars like Joel&lt;br /&gt;All the fame my skinny ass will sell&lt;br /&gt;Because all the bulimic websites says&lt;br /&gt;You better remember this today&lt;br /&gt;that pleasure t the lips, is pounds t the hips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else have no thighs at all&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, this makes me feel small&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see my bones sticking outta my skin&lt;br /&gt;Battle against fat will stop and I'll win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll run a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;Its not to keep fit&lt;br /&gt;Just to get very thin&lt;br /&gt;And forget to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the skinny song!&lt;br /&gt;Oh fat, fat be gone!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this is the skinny song&lt;br /&gt;the skinny, the skinny&lt;br /&gt;Mary Kate and Ashley&lt;br /&gt;There's a skinny bitch in me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-4734528842350693322?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/4734528842350693322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=4734528842350693322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4734528842350693322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4734528842350693322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/08/ogay-so-i-like-have-to-like-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-8044152178661123385</id><published>2007-08-26T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T11:59:43.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Betcha missed me. :D I will get my thoughts in place and write something good, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-8044152178661123385?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/8044152178661123385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=8044152178661123385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/8044152178661123385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/8044152178661123385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/08/betcha-missed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-4987986284357939058</id><published>2007-07-20T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T18:31:24.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall rephrase my Racial Harmony Day post after some thinking on the bus. And I want the photos, thank you v much. I am thinking of getting some things over with, put them behind me. I look horrible in pink, esp light cheongsam (I still dont know how t sp) pink. Sari apparently looks good on me according t Gret. I still look ugly, I am about t kill myself in the near future. And I think I may MAY want t join Cheng Yee in the battle against fat. Oh and before I forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI DAD!!!!! Its TOTALLY wonderful how you read my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously, the rest is at my secret blog. Shall have t wait for the photos then. I am fat, at my thighs. I am short and fat, it cant get any worse! Wait it can. I can get fatter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-4987986284357939058?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/4987986284357939058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=4987986284357939058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4987986284357939058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4987986284357939058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-im-at-school-now-after-racial.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-4501412662977835787</id><published>2007-07-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:12:01.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The long awaited Swensens photos (some only)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RpZBxTZNC4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/8J1CScHZzik/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RpZBxTZNC4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/8J1CScHZzik/s320/DSC00431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086325144436935554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its a cherry. I dont like cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RpZBxzZNC5I/AAAAAAAAANY/fc83bBvrsgo/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RpZBxzZNC5I/AAAAAAAAANY/fc83bBvrsgo/s320/DSC00419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086325153026870162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acting surprised is what we do. No one is actually surprised like that. I mean seriously, I fail in every picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RpZByDZNC6I/AAAAAAAAANg/y-HUXcSKDbc/s1600-h/P5140369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RpZByDZNC6I/AAAAAAAAANg/y-HUXcSKDbc/s320/P5140369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086325157321837474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wannabe birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RpZByTZNC7I/AAAAAAAAANo/_MAyjMJigso/s1600-h/14-05-07_1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RpZByTZNC7I/AAAAAAAAANo/_MAyjMJigso/s320/14-05-07_1652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086325161616804786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone steals my food, like ehem, ALOT OF PEOPLE STOLE MY DARK CHOCOLATE TODAY?! :( I only had like 3 packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RpZByzZNC8I/AAAAAAAAANw/mxkSmxFcPtg/s1600-h/DSC00426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RpZByzZNC8I/AAAAAAAAANw/mxkSmxFcPtg/s320/DSC00426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086325170206739394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't finish it, the cream was nauseating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RpZC-jZNC-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/kkRNRnX78gA/s1600-h/Image%2818%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RpZC-jZNC-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/kkRNRnX78gA/s320/Image%2818%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086326471581830114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For everyone I know. :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha I am going t remove the skin again soooooon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-4501412662977835787?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/4501412662977835787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=4501412662977835787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4501412662977835787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4501412662977835787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-awaited-swensens-photos-some-only.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RpZBxTZNC4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/8J1CScHZzik/s72-c/DSC00431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-8217838934166013444</id><published>2007-07-06T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:48:46.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope you dont come t school anymore. No I am not going t be angsty abt it and wish you t die (I did that already, not a v clever thought). I feel its enough if you just dont enter Crescent anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've ruined it for most of us, esp me. You preach what you dont even implement. I should not be wasting time here and just write it on the worldwideweb in my other blog. But no, I want you t see this. Because hopefully you will realise and change. Its not really hate anymore, I dont know what it is. But since you came, you have made things difficult. You have caused tears, ruined friendships, sprinkled a little distrust and doubt here and there. You lied, and got people lying. Sinning. I dont want t write abt you anymore. I hope you realise its you, yes YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-8217838934166013444?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/8217838934166013444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=8217838934166013444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/8217838934166013444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/8217838934166013444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hope-you-dont-come-t-school-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1462405698920688794</id><published>2007-07-05T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T19:43:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE BEING HAPPY, some unspeakbles take advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;If you push me around, I will shout at you. And I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jill, Jill who fell from a hill, Jill who does as her will, Jill who takes ecstasy pills, Jill who kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extract from secret blog. Haha Jill is a clue, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;(Haha 3S1 babies should know what I mean, urgh) &lt;br /&gt;This blog is going t be so dead, so I am here t write some truthful normal boring life stuff. The rest, at _____.blogspot. It felt good t write that post, so good, like adrenaline. Instead of typing out the post and then deleting it (Coward), I finally published it. Cheng Yee raped me today, I hate her. But I hate RBC more. And CSK! :( Suddenly teachers find a certain revolting pleasure in advicing me. I have no idea why, I did my hwk, I dont sleep as much. &lt;strong&gt;Please smile, with your eyes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, activity, hmmmmm, normal. But disappointing. Shahilah, Pek, I am glad I have you two. We can always share our secret look + words when the time arises!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1462405698920688794?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1462405698920688794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1462405698920688794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1462405698920688794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1462405698920688794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-jill-jill-who-fell-from-hill-jill.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-7004548571703931020</id><published>2007-07-04T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:51:39.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont wanna be main character in Share-A-Thought. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I creatd my secret blog with Carissa and Gretchen during EHUMS today. :D The URL is unbelieveable (no its not carissandgretchenrule.blogspot)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-7004548571703931020?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7004548571703931020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=7004548571703931020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7004548571703931020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7004548571703931020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-wanna-be-main-character-in-share.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-22445891519211596</id><published>2007-06-29T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:22:28.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bawled my eyes out for this. I miss them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9W4s4U5_ttM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9W4s4U5_ttM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this blog totally useless now, I'm off t create my secret blog soon (and your name will be big and bold). I'll be here occasionally when I'm happy and during impt events that can be mentioned. See if you can find it. :D Yeah right, you wont. (Anws, I'm not the only one with secret blogs around, apparently) Publicly, I would like t say "I'm a free woman". Go figure. I'm happy now, without any pictures of certain beings popping up. Hello homework and normal life. Psssst.... interesting Youth Day performances? The best I've seen so far. Mango is getting too cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes, HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANISAH! (30TH JUNE 1992)&lt;br /&gt;I am glad we b-ed today at Vivo (typical), like the old times with Ahpek, Shah and later, Wingyan. Please try t refrain taking a certain blue taxi (sorry no license no) which we took and the taxi driver took this SUPER LONG way t Vivo and was v annoying. You will always be my slave and I'm da boss. :D I still have the contract okay? Signed 11 June 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM UNDERWEIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-22445891519211596?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/22445891519211596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=22445891519211596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/22445891519211596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/22445891519211596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-find-this-blog-totally-useless-now-im.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1827096264092443256</id><published>2007-06-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:16:59.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you see something different, there is not a necessity t ask a question abt it if you're stating the obvious. Because I've been getting questions all these week. For an example, if someone has obviously cut their hair (imagine its ear length when it used t be like butt length), it is extremely annoying t ask "Did you cut your hair?". WELL OBVIOUSLY. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good t catch up with Diana today (and extra Liyana, no kidding lah) and tell her some stuffs. Haha bitched abt dustbin/sink and incompetent inefficient OBS people that we encountered. Camp Too Bee Camp Too Bee! Lucky we were all in the same mobile. :D Esp my horrifying kayaking experience, when my kayak was the sweeper (I keep saying spacer) which means I am supposed t be at the back and make sure no body goes behind me. And a pair got left behind until the rest had become orange lil things in the horizon. So we had t padde and paddle (when CJ told us t continue) until we managed t reach the rest again. I am sorry we couldnt eat Ben &amp; Jerry (its not halal) but the biscuit-inside-got-ice-cream thing was nice as well! Sorry I ended up watching South Park. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen &amp;amp; me tying plaits tomorrow. Trying t be like Mrs RBC (Yeah right).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1827096264092443256?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1827096264092443256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1827096264092443256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1827096264092443256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1827096264092443256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-you-see-something-different-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-9212804175539647020</id><published>2007-06-25T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:40:01.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am listening t soul now for no apparent reason. And The Strokes. I should comment typically on the starting of school, but its the same. My prediction that Mrs LBY was say something abt "Welcoming us back" came true. Typical, predictable, same, etc. Poonie baby (Mr Poon) came back! I doubt that he will teach us, how sad. After school was hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking t Pek from like 1 t 3 was like DA BOMB. Conferenced Xiner for awhile at 1. I tried t be serious and copy down things in the first 2 periods. But seriously nobody can take E Maths. Atleast Mrs. Gek makes us laugh at A Maths. Bio was sooooo slack, for the first time. I wonder where did the Chanel babe go, 3S1? Haha, she was.... she was like there. Telling us t sit properly and not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not feeling anything negative or anything positive if you REALLY must know. Its just this waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting..... for the sky t drop and I'll meet Chicken Little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I cant look at you, so why bother catching my attention?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-9212804175539647020?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/9212804175539647020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=9212804175539647020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/9212804175539647020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/9212804175539647020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-listening-t-soul-now-for-no.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-929238445751994342</id><published>2007-06-23T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:31:56.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay no pictures no nothing. I dont whats got into me. (I've laid off the sugar, yes!) But have resorted t listening t old Michael Jackson songs. Brother made fun of me saying I listen t a skin bleaching paedophile whose gay. So pathetic since I read that MJ has some kind of illness that will cause his skin t lose pigment btw for people who dont know. I'M JUST LISTENING T THE SONG FOR GOD'S SAKE. Why the sudden bitch fuss over the (Ex?) King of Pop, I dont know. I've sunk into my usual manic depression where my okay life suddenly seems like I am starving child in Africa, thinking "Tomorrow I'll die". Shall not go into details, because my unbalanced adolescent state is of nobody's business. Maybe its the nearing of school (Horror!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean other than seeing certain interesting things, I will have t be stuck in the vicious cycle of homework. Procastinate, Mrs Gek remind, Procastinate, Mrs Gek call parents, Learn Lesson for a week, Mrs Gek smile, Procastinate again. I will have t be stuck with unwanted people. Its really quite sad t realise you can never really escape the reality of life. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The girl was bad. The girl was Dangerous." like what Mr. Jackson said. I have found a suitable replacement for coffee. Its tea. HAHAHHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-929238445751994342?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/929238445751994342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=929238445751994342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/929238445751994342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/929238445751994342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-no-pictures-no-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-2048182371532174650</id><published>2007-06-21T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:41:30.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so I went studying with Gretchen and Cheng Yee today at the usual. I'm sure you'll recognise it from the next few pictures. And it was productive okay. :D I even went t the library and borrowed a book! (with Cheng Yee's card since I have a fine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RnqL4j3O1ZI/AAAAAAAAANA/QGYGZQ8nqSs/s1600-h/S4030028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RnqL4j3O1ZI/AAAAAAAAANA/QGYGZQ8nqSs/s320/S4030028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078525333629490578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to be nice  and take a nice picture with Gretchen. SEE WHAT HAPPENED. Some people dont appreciate nice people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RnqL5T3O1aI/AAAAAAAAANI/kjRyfux5w9U/s1600-h/S4030030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RnqL5T3O1aI/AAAAAAAAANI/kjRyfux5w9U/s320/S4030030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078525346514392482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I forced her to take another. I am great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that picture with Cheng Yee (the one she made Gretchen never t upload, since we stole her phone and ran outside and READ poor Gretchen's MESSAGES. Easy blackmail man), you'll have t wait awhile since I havent exactly ask how much she'll pay me not t upload. Blackmail expertise comes from my brother, I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-2048182371532174650?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2048182371532174650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=2048182371532174650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2048182371532174650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2048182371532174650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-so-i-went-studying-with-gretchen.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RnqL4j3O1ZI/AAAAAAAAANA/QGYGZQ8nqSs/s72-c/S4030028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-2273676628700447056</id><published>2007-06-20T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T18:02:57.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rnj2Yz3O1XI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BIm_sJ2oUDE/s1600-h/sugar%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rnj2Yz3O1XI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BIm_sJ2oUDE/s320/sugar%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078079485959394674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rnj2ZD3O1YI/AAAAAAAAAM4/b-fTTDFln4k/s1600-h/nescafe%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rnj2ZD3O1YI/AAAAAAAAAM4/b-fTTDFln4k/s320/nescafe%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078079490254361986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm going t die soon. Either that or I get diabetes. My sweet tooth is fighting an emotional guilty war with my conscience. :/ But everything I eat seems t have sugar! (except for rice and all that) Like coffee, chocolate, ice cream, sweets (even Kopiko which I like okay) and the nutritious cereal thing which I got addicted t because of OBS. I eat three of that packets per day and that thing is like HALF filled with pure sugar?! OMGGOSH!!!!!! I am going t die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever seem eating any kind of sugar foods, STOP ME. I do not want t inject myself with insulin everyday or watch what I eat. People with diabetes are sooooooo brave. There was a boy whose younger than me in my block who got diabetes like at 10? And there I was thinking only people at like 50 got diabetes. I CANT HELP IT, DAMN IT. Okay I was supposed t write abt OBS but I guess I have recovered from post OBS nostalgia. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind, if I'd choose one song t dance t. Its Steam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-2273676628700447056?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2273676628700447056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=2273676628700447056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2273676628700447056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2273676628700447056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-going-t-die-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rnj2Yz3O1XI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BIm_sJ2oUDE/s72-c/sugar%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-2779110842321903406</id><published>2007-06-17T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:13:04.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RnTO4j3O1WI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zxPfmodt_2E/s1600-h/cook%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RnTO4j3O1WI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zxPfmodt_2E/s320/cook%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076910151048287586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koped from Samantha's Friendster. :D woohoo! COOK!&lt;br /&gt;(Omgosh, I wanna kill CJ for posing like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM HERE T WRITE ABT OBS AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel I've not done OBS enough justice. :D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I'll do that when I have the time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-2779110842321903406?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2779110842321903406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=2779110842321903406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2779110842321903406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2779110842321903406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/06/koped-from-samanthas-friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RnTO4j3O1WI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zxPfmodt_2E/s72-c/cook%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-7053850309610203508</id><published>2007-06-09T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T12:43:30.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of school, Sentosa! (These should be uploaded long time ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rmoubz3O1RI/AAAAAAAAAMA/pmLS55nmsPw/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073918985499497746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rmoubz3O1RI/AAAAAAAAAMA/pmLS55nmsPw/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chengyee and Gretchen. A surprisingly modest Chengyee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073918989794465058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RmoucD3O1SI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PVuXKnAU7DE/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At Giant, buying stuff. Buy the Mulan fragrance! Its so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RmoucD3O1TI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hfadLenP21k/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073918989794465074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RmoucD3O1TI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hfadLenP21k/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For any emo people. Like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RmoucD3O1UI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kffwiKQV5No/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073918989794465090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RmoucD3O1UI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kffwiKQV5No/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I discovered Sentosa! I lost this stupid card on the train but found it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RmoucT3O1VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zlznZoXxaP8/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073918994089432402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RmoucT3O1VI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zlznZoXxaP8/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bags. Bags. Bags. Bags. Bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study session with Gretchen and Cheng Yee (the two women in the first pic) went alright (except for the interlude from Mum but she gave me some cash). Typically Macdonalds. Haha, I was stone broke since I told parents last minute. Lucky, Gretchen had some money and bought a drink so we wont be kicked out. :D Haha! Called Cheng Yee last minute who just woke up at 2 pm?! Dad's army style boot camp otherwise known as home has kept me waking up at 8.30. I am so ready for OBS in that sense. I encouraged both t study but ended up doing v little, (thats because I've done like 3/4 of hwk?). But overall, there was productiveness. Went home at 7 and rotted, and had a 2 hour bath since I probably wont be bathing in OBS. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-7053850309610203508?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7053850309610203508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=7053850309610203508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7053850309610203508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7053850309610203508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-day-of-school-sentosa-these-should.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rmoubz3O1RI/AAAAAAAAAMA/pmLS55nmsPw/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-4553204246577763115</id><published>2007-06-08T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T12:23:44.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shahilah and Me have OBS t thank, an excuse t buy sports bras!!!! :D Haha, and shorts and shoes and other stuff as well. :D Oh the awesome colours of sports bras. Anyone who has smsed/called my handphone, here's a tip. Once my handphone offs, it takes like days (because my phone is a random bitch) for it t even on again when all the while I am charging it 24/7! I want t watch Fantastic Four and the Rise of the Silver Surfer. Chengyee/Annabel, sorry for not going with you all t Shrek (the squad meeting clashed). :D Lets go t this one, okay? According t Brother, it has an interesting story line. And I cant believe what Brother did!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a normal June morning. Mum and Dad are at work.&lt;br /&gt;Mum warns me t produce atleast some homework for her that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Brother comes t me and takes my laptop and puts it on my lap when I was sitting on the sofa, resting. Then he suddenly whips out his phone and takes a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wtf! What you doing?!&lt;br /&gt;Brother : Haha! Now have blackmail, with this photo showing you supposedly using the laptop, if you want me t delete, you've t pay me 10 bucks. Or I'll show t Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe him. Haha Pek and Shah, I'm grateful t tell all the secrets and bitchy stuff that I can only tell you two. Esp Pek, all our great wonderful plans! :D HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-4553204246577763115?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/4553204246577763115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=4553204246577763115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4553204246577763115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4553204246577763115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/06/shahilah-and-me-have-obs-t-thank-chance.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-5864855491096278791</id><published>2007-06-05T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:53:07.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheer up Shah! (Remember t do what I told you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armageddon has arrived, oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;Ahlian poses with Yejing, Hazel and Pek. You are my STRAWBWERRY JIEzxzx. Sorry if I am not Ahlian enough, I've failed. I dont know if some relationships are really meaningful. I dont know what t believe (oh! so cliche!). I dont know why I am this way. I dont know why other people are like that. I dont know why its like this. I dont know lah, seriously. I should replace Xiner as the sotong. Oh well. Ahpek has "Shaminah" (Ahpek's straight), while I have _. :D&lt;br /&gt;Fine that cheered me up from my toes, like Willy Wonka Fudge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-5864855491096278791?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/5864855491096278791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=5864855491096278791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5864855491096278791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5864855491096278791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/06/cheer-up-shah-remember-t-do-what-i-told.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1147503218571145158</id><published>2007-06-03T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:45:19.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edit / I've decided t call Shahilah Fatty when she has actually won Miss. Skin &amp; Bones 2007, not t mention the v famous Miss Stickwoman 2007 and the prestigous The Human Stick Award. I am going t reveal her ultra small waist when I unveil the picture I took of her wearing RC uni! Shahilah the Fatty, what a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Being ironic is fun isnt it? Chuckles. Phonecalling Yejing &amp;amp; Pek is DA BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I drank two V FATTENING + STARCHY + CARBOHYDRATE-FILLED bubble teas on the same day. I am going t be so fat (I am not anorexic okay), esp without Red Cross and Mass Runs (when competing with Yejing &amp;amp; Ruiting) and PE, I am going t be fat as a log. I better start treadmilling soon. Durgga's been a nerd, doing maths all day, and I'm kinda liking the feeling of being able t do &lt;em&gt;education&lt;/em&gt; easily instead of fighting a constant battle with it. Mrs Gek is going t be v v proud of me alright. :D And so should you, you AND you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with the squad is super uplifting from the impending June gloom (horror!). Esp Ee Suan, haha! :D The balls are rolling, rolling, rolling. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss something&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay fine, someone).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Go away. I MUST STOP STARING AT that PIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1147503218571145158?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1147503218571145158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1147503218571145158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1147503218571145158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1147503218571145158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-cant-believe-i-drank-two-v-fattening.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1880464871633903651</id><published>2007-05-31T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T18:43:46.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short montage with random pictures of Tioman. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6jQ_CN38I/AAAAAAAAALg/nbdZPiX9zZo/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070669742659723202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6jQ_CN38I/AAAAAAAAALg/nbdZPiX9zZo/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tioman! The reception place! The Gift shop's right at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6jRfCN39I/AAAAAAAAALo/vKPC8KXp7e4/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070669751249657810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6jRfCN39I/AAAAAAAAALo/vKPC8KXp7e4/s320/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random shit. The chairs in the distance is where we had the steamboat dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Beware of the cats, they have no fear whatsoever)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6jR_CN3-I/AAAAAAAAALw/7Mc6z2CXSEw/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070669759839592418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6jR_CN3-I/AAAAAAAAALw/7Mc6z2CXSEw/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You'll have t take those bus things t get around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6jSfCN3_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/hkCW_yWpw5Y/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070669768429527026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6jSfCN3_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/hkCW_yWpw5Y/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe Dad went for the Spa. We kept making fun of him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Zy_CN33I/AAAAAAAAAK4/x9JyHcx_ZlM/s1600-h/DSC09908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070659331658997618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Zy_CN33I/AAAAAAAAAK4/x9JyHcx_ZlM/s320/DSC09908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The place we went for breakfast/lunch/dessert. The food below is from here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Z0PCN34I/AAAAAAAAALA/ozro0hfh6pA/s1600-h/DSC09909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070659353133834114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Z0PCN34I/AAAAAAAAALA/ozro0hfh6pA/s320/DSC09909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tom Yam Soup that sucked cos of the uncooked seafood. But the soup was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070659366018736018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Z0_CN35I/AAAAAAAAALI/lJrJL1a7wUg/s320/DSC09910.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Vanilla icecream scoop is Gorgeous! The rest is whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Z1_CN36I/AAAAAAAAALQ/E0_9QDb6ly8/s1600-h/DSC09911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070659383198605218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Z1_CN36I/AAAAAAAAALQ/E0_9QDb6ly8/s320/DSC09911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tioman sunset! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Z2fCN37I/AAAAAAAAALY/lxp-5VtpLMY/s1600-h/DSC09922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070659391788539826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Z2fCN37I/AAAAAAAAALY/lxp-5VtpLMY/s320/DSC09922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats Coral Island. Its a nice place. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6TdPCN3yI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NFVbYXBNab4/s1600-h/DSC09972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070652360927076130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6TdPCN3yI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NFVbYXBNab4/s320/DSC09972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad's hand, he was feeding the parrot fish. (This is at Coral Island)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Td_CN3zI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BSOrOX7yuKc/s1600-h/DSC09985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070652373811978034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Td_CN3zI/AAAAAAAAAKY/BSOrOX7yuKc/s320/DSC09985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sea bed. I wanted t see a shark, but I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6TefCN30I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZRqf2UO8fwE/s1600-h/DSC09931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070652382401912642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6TefCN30I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZRqf2UO8fwE/s320/DSC09931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Te_CN31I/AAAAAAAAAKo/9_BKGvD28qs/s1600-h/DSC09933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070652390991847250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Te_CN31I/AAAAAAAAAKo/9_BKGvD28qs/s320/DSC09933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mum and Dad's room. So messy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6TfvCN32I/AAAAAAAAAKw/6zAD5ZsZbpo/s1600-h/DSC09992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070652403876749154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6TfvCN32I/AAAAAAAAAKw/6zAD5ZsZbpo/s320/DSC09992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monkeys!!!!!!!!! Mum shooed that one away from our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6NgfCN3tI/AAAAAAAAAJo/exxUzlGwONU/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070645819691884242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6NgfCN3tI/AAAAAAAAAJo/exxUzlGwONU/s320/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the Tioman water. Its really freaking Clean&amp;Clear! (No pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Ng_CN3uI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZXckJ7IsA4A/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070645828281818850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Ng_CN3uI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZXckJ7IsA4A/s320/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random stuff at the Gift Shop. Stuff made from the sea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6NhfCN3vI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Yz5a-ZPEBEU/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070645836871753458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6NhfCN3vI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Yz5a-ZPEBEU/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our Plane. V small and noisy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6NhvCN3wI/AAAAAAAAAKA/E6qSMARvLZ4/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070645841166720770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6NhvCN3wI/AAAAAAAAAKA/E6qSMARvLZ4/s320/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao Tioman! Coral Island is so cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Nh_CN3xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/D-E4armMzEQ/s1600-h/DSC09999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070645845461688082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6Nh_CN3xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/D-E4armMzEQ/s320/DSC09999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahahhhaah the sign outside our Suites.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes I had a pleasant stay, right)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1880464871633903651?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1880464871633903651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1880464871633903651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1880464871633903651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1880464871633903651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rl6jQ_CN38I/AAAAAAAAALg/nbdZPiX9zZo/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-6839720650223678908</id><published>2007-05-31T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T01:32:35.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edit : Omg, there are like so many people at the Bhuddist Temple BESIDE my house (yes Beside, I practically can see the inside rooms if it wasnt for the stupid tree), I guess tomorrow's Vesak Day! :D And its like 12 now, I think they're staying overnight. Any bhuddists should just come here (and visit me as well!). Hahahaha. Shahilah said in my Tioman trip I just ate, slept, walked in the beach and stuff. Actually its true. :/ But who cares. And they had freaking BBC WORLD ONLY?! And the suite/hotel/blah was like so far away from the main place with all the "attractions". Sigh, I shall use Vesak day t complain abt Tioman. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, Tioman's waters are GORGEOUS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, sup dawgs. I realised in these short span of three days (and forgot as well), how Hazel is an irritating pos who kept singing "baby, you can be tough" (but I also sang :/). If you cant beat em', join em'. Then Shahilah with her sacarstic ways (bitch!!!!), Ahpek for being small (haha, sorry), Kalyn for being a loser whose cheeks are v pink when she laugh. That Gretchen, dont know what happen, was emo-ing at one corner of the PAT until she finally came t our side. The Alcina and Carissa realised I was there after like eternity. Chengyee say she missed me, when I am like bad t her most of the time. :D Annabel laugh as usual lah. Omg and I met Hanisah, Hayyu, Nazeera at town (wahlao, pon class!). Atleast I went (but didnt listen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No actually A Maths I listened, cos Mrs Gek was funny that day and didnt really pick on me. We told her we were late cos we went t find Carissa's phone (even though we knew it was Redhill control station). Apparently someone had misplaced their tablet PC yesterday. And then Mrs Gek said the award-winning Grammy nominated line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mrs G : Yesterday someone lost tablet pc, today someone lose handphone, tomorrow someone lose their head! (then she sighed dramatically and put on her glasses).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later on, I asked Mrs Gek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me : Mrs Gek, why you so biased t us?! (she just came t my table t scold me, Alcina and Carissa cos we were singing Britney Spears and childish songs like 1 Little, 2 Little again)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Gek : Yes, of course lah. You all are the most playful in the group!&lt;/strong&gt; (........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maths is sooooooooo hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-6839720650223678908?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6839720650223678908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=6839720650223678908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6839720650223678908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6839720650223678908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back-sup-dawgs.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1211843404761763933</id><published>2007-05-27T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:14:29.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm here again, before I go Tioman at like 12.45, but seriously who even flies on a plane t Tioman, Dad strikes with his "brilliant" idea. My handphone is working again! :D Curiously awaiting t see if Tioman really does have turquoise water like in the brochures. And we have t go Tioman cos we cant go anywhere further, BECAUSE brother has school. :/ Anws I am packed and the Parents are off running last min errands. I am going t be charcoal when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. :( I'll sms someone if everything sucks there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1211843404761763933?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1211843404761763933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1211843404761763933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1211843404761763933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1211843404761763933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-im-here-again-before-i-go-tioman-at.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-5801746305877967866</id><published>2007-05-26T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T17:32:05.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Dad. Haha, I think I saw Dad reading my blog in his History. Whatever. So I got new hair, and Sorry I cant cut it much or anything because I was itching t leave the hair place. I was there for a bloody 4 hours, for God's sake. Friday was fun, :D Though I had t leave early and stuff. Go see Cheng yee/Annabel/Gretchen's blog. Anws I am leaving for Tioman tomorrow and I'll be back on Tuesday (thus missing 2 days of school). I think its really quite pathetic since its only 3 days but brother got school and stuff. (Btw he went t watch the play Midnight Summer's Dream, I hate him). I am not contactable by msn or temporarily handphone. The best is just t call my house, and for people who are lazy t look for the number. Here it is, 63770773.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should start uploading pictures (of not me lah! so ugly) of random &amp; impt stuff so I wont have t type and my blog is sooooo boring, I should just close it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly grateful for having Xiner around. We, the weirdos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-5801746305877967866?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/5801746305877967866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=5801746305877967866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5801746305877967866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5801746305877967866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-8524208738315956637</id><published>2007-05-20T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:33:01.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Combined Training with St Margs is over! :( I'll definitely miss them! It was quite unexpectedly done here and there, and I made my own hopscotch (even though Haslinda's one was like way nicer). Extra-ed with Sankari for footdrill and I am sorry Ah Pek for that footdrill thing. I shall write you another friendship note. :D So other than that, life is a typical living hell. But I made a mistake of watching this horror Bollywood movie yesterday, and its fucking scary. Me and Brother were so freaked, beyond freaked. Then this weird cut thing (I think I scratched myself somewhere) appeared on my hand, and I psycho-ed myself t believe that I'd soon erupt in cuts and die. I woke up 4 in the morning, with pain, but it was because of the stupid mosquitoes who somehow managed t brave the air con and enter my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe, I'm dramatic like Shah, Subha &amp; Sankari (Omg 3 Ss!) said my Dad and Mum were yesterday when I told them my post exam results trauma. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-8524208738315956637?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/8524208738315956637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=8524208738315956637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/8524208738315956637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/8524208738315956637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/combined-training-with-st-margs-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-4088064008772078097</id><published>2007-05-18T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:02:09.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay for the record, my LIR5 is 36. I failed 4 subjects out of 8. My highest mark is B4 and my only B among the Cs,Ds,Es and Fs. Whatever. So I got typically screamed at. So Mum said I cheated her when I promised her that I would study (which I did). Face the music. Let it go, and look at the future (if only they see it like that). And Shah, you're right, all we did, its all gone, with that, this and unhappiness. Wonderful. Tomorrow's Combined Training! :D Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun Shine&lt;br /&gt;We shine Together&lt;br /&gt;Told you i'll be here Forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;So come on out and stick it out till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more then ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;I love "when the times comes". Full stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-4088064008772078097?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4088064008772078097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4088064008772078097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-for-record-my-lir5-is-36.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-7554564342139034162</id><published>2007-05-16T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T18:58:43.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>C5s for both languages. Silly me, I thought I actually did well. :( Playing Brianstorm as loud as it can go, not caring if the people below (they suck) write a letter abt the noise again, stare at the notebook of post-its, channeling anger. Oh yes Shah, I am going t blog abt it. Here it is. I am REALLY sorry Pek for sending THE sms t your you-know-who. Slap me a hundered times or sth, and I can write another friendship note t you if you want. :D You arent going t wait that long t say it out right? Fine, maybe, my plan backfired. Chengyee thinks like climbing up the small mount of grass is like climbing a mountain (Everest), Carissa feels the pond pathway is a catwalk and Gretchen, well, she's still a loser who likes stuffed animal porn. :D And sexual edu during free period in P.Lit ("Alright Kids, hope you learned your first sexual position of the day". Wtf!) Hazel created a message board on my thigh. Asshole. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want t fufill my Materialistic Wants May-June 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Forget Non-Materialistic, because the first on the list, is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-7554564342139034162?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7554564342139034162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=7554564342139034162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7554564342139034162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7554564342139034162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/c5s-for-both-languages.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-8669063544402255234</id><published>2007-05-14T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:51:56.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks Hazel for picture! I've only got ONE so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkiC_fiJ9jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VxxKjmo-RJs/s1600-h/14-05-07_1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkiC_fiJ9jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VxxKjmo-RJs/s320/14-05-07_1759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064441808286250546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcina Lee, Me, Hazel Tay, at Park Hotels' Swensens. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAR EAST/TAKA/CENTREPOINT -&gt; SWENSENS DATE WITH 3S1/ FARWELL FOR MISS TEAN -&gt; ROTTING AT STARBUCKS/TAKA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I usually blog with the pictures when I go out but since I didnt take any of my own pics this time. I've t wait. :/ I was out from 11 am t 8 pm so this is going t be v v long. Bear with me, I'll only say like the essence of it. :D I LOVE TODAY because I was happy. I havent been out in Orchard under the stars for awhile now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30 am onwards -&gt; Met Ruiting and Hazel. When I got off 132, they got on the same bus and I had t pay for the second time t get on the same bus. :( Blah, went t Borders where the Hazel had some voucher and since books can be borrowed, and movies/music can be downloaded, she bought a notebook and we bought post cards for Miss Tean. Went off t Far East and Me/Hazel bought Taiwanese Chicken and Ruiting bought some waffle at Gelare. We happened t see Aida &amp;amp; Nikki so they joined us. Then Rt went off, and Hazel went home because her computer sth wrong. So thus, I was left with those two. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what time (I think 1/2) onwards -&gt; Stupid Aida's Mango shirt was too big and Taka didnt have the correct size so we had t go Centrepoint's Mango. Since we had t walk, Aida treated me and Nikki t ice cream at Venezia. Aida (banana), Me (Vanilla), Nikki (Chocolate), haha talk abt "creative" ice cream flavours. Nikki threw hers away cos it spilled, mine did too, but I held on. :D Its because Nikki got a green spoon instead of blue. Went Centrepoint and walked around there. Bought a helium shiny balloon with Tigger for Miss Tean. Haha, I tied it t my wrist and looked like a kid. Because Centrepoint's ceiling is so v high, you see. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.45 - 4.30 -&gt; Went t sit outside Park Hotel's Swensens and this tourist guy (Aida thought he was a terrorist) asked us how t go Mustafa (sp?) Centre. Stupid Aida said Bugis but it was Farrer Park, haha. I told him t take a cab. Then all the classmates started coming and Xiang Liang cucumber had reserved seats for us at Swensens. So we sat there and started cam-whoring. Like we always do. :D Started ordering things t eat. Haha, you should see all the cameras whipped out. So hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30 - 6 -&gt; Miss Tean came and we gave our presents and we ate. Pictures of food soon. I couldnt finish my Chocolate Summit thing and my fries kept getting stolen. :( By greedy pigs Alcina Lee, Aida, Hazel. Took alot of pictures with Miss Tean and we had TWO cakes! The manager or sth called Richard was super nice, even though we made alot of noise. He still smiled at us, not like the other snobby people. And he was like the highest post? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - 8 -&gt; Hazel went home. Left me and Alcina, so we went Wisma Atria's Topshop t rot. We saw Gretchen Loser, Carissa Tham (Geisha), Grace babe. We joined together and we went Taka t walk and rot. Gretchen saw her sister and refused t enter Harley Davidson or sth's shop because she was wearing their shirt. :D Haha. Then we decided t go t a Starbucks and people watch. Left Taka and Grace went home. We went t the Starbucks near Hermes and Zara. Carissa Tham said t buy Vanilla Latte which sucked. We sat in the smoking area (I hate smokers) t people watch and watch the tv thing. It was already night, so it was fun t see people. Mostly, we just talked rot. Haha, went home with that Gretchen because we were both taking bus. The bus stop we went t was like super scary and dark because I was taking a different bus t go back Aunt's House. Took 65, and there were two gays at the back. Poor guys, everyone looked at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 -&gt; Took my stuff from Aunt's house and cabbed home. Watched Deal or No Deal and shouted at the TV with Brother while Mum shouted at us t stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-8669063544402255234?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/8669063544402255234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/8669063544402255234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-know-i-usually-blog-with-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkiC_fiJ9jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VxxKjmo-RJs/s72-c/14-05-07_1759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-6935775507753148713</id><published>2007-05-13T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T17:13:10.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkbUc_iJ9hI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o1zaB4P6XC4/s1600-h/BeachTioman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkbUc_iJ9hI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o1zaB4P6XC4/s320/BeachTioman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063968425580819986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkbUdPiJ9iI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zy5ZD7tKVAY/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkbUdPiJ9iI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zy5ZD7tKVAY/s320/Sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063968429875787298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YEJING IS ALSO GOING TIOMAN!!!!! :D But her sister got some stupid camp at the end of May, I am going like 28/29/30 of May. But Yejing is like going early June, so I am hoping she can go on the days I am going since Dad already booked the plane/hotel/blahblah already. Anyone else going Tioman on the end of May, please notify me immediately. :D Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-6935775507753148713?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6935775507753148713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=6935775507753148713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6935775507753148713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6935775507753148713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/yejing-is-also-going-tioman-d-but-her.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkbUc_iJ9hI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o1zaB4P6XC4/s72-c/BeachTioman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-2242596163373594599</id><published>2007-05-13T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T11:18:45.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah well, Happy Mother's Day, I must say. Mum was like "Dont need t mumble, either you say or you dont" when I called her (I am still in cousin's hse btw). Wait, it was she who called me. I bet Brother bought her a Precious Moments whatever like last year (so she wont tell t Dad on him). I thought this day is supposed t be for you know, your own mother, but apparently, I've t wish Grandmother, Grandaunts, Aunts and everyone else. (Haha, they're really cute abt it though) Whatever, I want t watch a movie. Mind numbing moving pictures in colour in a dark room. Someone take me out, peeleaseeeee. :D Haha, Shah and Pek, conference call is the freaking BOMB. :D So Pek called her sister t come talk t us. Her voice is like super cute, as far as little sisters go. I think we just freaked her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasinah's Sister : Hi, my name is ____. (I forgot, sorry)&lt;br /&gt;Me : (Laughing like an a-hole) Hi&lt;br /&gt;Shahilah : Durgga, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Hasinah's Sister : What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;Shahilah : Eh, nothing, nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should do it again totally. Okay, I'm off shopping again. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-2242596163373594599?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2242596163373594599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=2242596163373594599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2242596163373594599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2242596163373594599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/ah-well-happy-mothers-day-i-must-say.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-352499801544784330</id><published>2007-05-12T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:58:58.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cousin's house, I am finally allowed t use the computer. :( You could say I am a half slave/ full slave but its still a better life compared t home, since there's cable and nice cooking. There was nothing impt at school, so I didnt go and went shopping. But wtf, I didnt even buy anything while my cousin spent 100 dollah at one go. Mostly just people watched and learned the art of looking at the right people at the right time. For an example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin (Looking at this shop and talking abt it)&lt;br /&gt;Me (Looking somewhere else and not listening)&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, this guy that reminds me of my cousin's last time bf walks by quickly and I see him out of the corner of my eye. But cousin is still talking and looking in another direction. The guy then walks by. 2 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin : OMG! Did you see that guy?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yeah, I thought you didnt see him leh.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin : This kind of thing, you can see one lah. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life is boring (finally can say it!) and I am doing my best t enjoy myself before the results, like everyone else. Bye. ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-352499801544784330?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/352499801544784330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=352499801544784330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/352499801544784330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/352499801544784330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/cousins-house-i-am-finally-allowed-t.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1801966975313286413</id><published>2007-05-11T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T11:13:11.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Owing t harried uploading of Squad Outing pictures &lt;span&gt;below, I forgot abt today. Firstly, it was really nice talking t Frie, Liyana again (missed em). We kept migrating from Curie to Fry and then settled on Keller for Inter Hse Games. :D (Ainslee thought I &lt;/span&gt;really was from Keller, but I am a Purple woman too, yo :D) Hey Pek, btw, why you never come?! Photo taking was great (I hope), Alcina Lee, Sorry I bailed out on our plan t pretend kissing Mdm Kwan in the fun shot. I wouldnt want her t think I am harbouring secret desires for her. :D And Aida babe, its good t know someone shares my same questions on suicide. :D Steady. Shah, Ruiting, Hazel, Subha, BM Library is &lt;s&gt;fun&lt;/s&gt;. :D And t "when the time comes" i-know-who, smile and read paragraph below at the end of the Squad Outing post, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1801966975313286413?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1801966975313286413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1801966975313286413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/owing-t-harried-uploading-of-squad.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-4707620322090766288</id><published>2007-05-10T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:03:47.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUAD OUTING BERNICE'S HOUSE, 9TH MAY 2007!&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE MARATHON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nanthini, we missed you!)&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahaha, there's a first. So many exclamation marks. But I love em. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMKb_iJ9bI/AAAAAAAAAIg/la6lpJaii2k/s1600-h/squadLOVE!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062901882122007986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMKb_iJ9bI/AAAAAAAAAIg/la6lpJaii2k/s320/squadLOVE%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMKUPiJ9YI/AAAAAAAAAII/qddjYcSEMMQ/s1600-h/waitbus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062901748978021762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMKUPiJ9YI/AAAAAAAAAII/qddjYcSEMMQ/s320/waitbus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long 132 ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMKUfiJ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-rVgdSe3EsE/s1600-h/haslindacute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062901753272989074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMKUfiJ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-rVgdSe3EsE/s320/haslindacute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable Lil Haslinda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMKUfiJ9aI/AAAAAAAAAIY/itmBbbL2gbo/s1600-h/goingyjhse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062901753272989090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMKUfiJ9aI/AAAAAAAAAIY/itmBbbL2gbo/s320/goingyjhse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going Yejing's house first t get movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJ3PiJ9TI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9zibPAY1YX0/s1600-h/goinggoing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062901250761815346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJ3PiJ9TI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9zibPAY1YX0/s320/goinggoing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahpek, are canvas shoes allowed? Hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJ3PiJ9UI/AAAAAAAAAHo/20BBUd73mNc/s1600-h/yjyj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062901250761815362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJ3PiJ9UI/AAAAAAAAAHo/20BBUd73mNc/s320/yjyj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yejing, at her house, choosing movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkML6_iJ9cI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-m4WilYDAGM/s1600-h/scarydog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062903514209580482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkML6_iJ9cI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-m4WilYDAGM/s320/scarydog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The scary/cute dog which rushed at us t attack us. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkNX6_iJ9gI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Gj-fl4EHu0E/s1600-h/jumped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062987077093291522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkNX6_iJ9gI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Gj-fl4EHu0E/s320/jumped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had t jump for this shot okay. :D Worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Squad food shopping at Junction 8's Good Ol' NTUC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkNX6_iJ9eI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-BQX7vyBaqw/s1600-h/them.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062987077093291490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkNX6_iJ9eI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-BQX7vyBaqw/s320/them.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haslinda, Pek, Xiner. Advertising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkNX6_iJ9fI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1MI8Jg9i1_4/s1600-h/shihlinchicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062987077093291506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkNX6_iJ9fI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1MI8Jg9i1_4/s320/shihlinchicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought some wonderful chicken but Xiner almost died when I offered her some. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkNX6viJ9dI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lfGeGR1IBi0/s1600-h/settlingin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062987072798324178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkNX6viJ9dI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lfGeGR1IBi0/s320/settlingin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settling in right away at Bernice's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJ3fiJ9VI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mM5KhMHyNUE/s1600-h/junction8love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062901255056782674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJ3fiJ9VI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mM5KhMHyNUE/s320/junction8love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food! :D Bought at Junction 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJ3fiJ9WI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JVs0FnXFZX8/s1600-h/lovingit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062901255056782690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJ3fiJ9WI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JVs0FnXFZX8/s320/lovingit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiner, Subha, Ruiting. Cheerio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJS_iJ9PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cmyULGzIZ6k/s1600-h/hahamovie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062900627991557362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJS_iJ9PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cmyULGzIZ6k/s320/hahamovie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events. Whose head is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJTPiJ9QI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kz0KA2bntmU/s1600-h/ourhost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062900632286524674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJTPiJ9QI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kz0KA2bntmU/s320/ourhost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our darling host and a background Ruiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJTPiJ9RI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dawVHedlvYs/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062900632286524690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJTPiJ9RI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dawVHedlvYs/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candid/Blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJTPiJ9SI/AAAAAAAAAHY/o6rrcX1wzDI/s1600-h/maideesuan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062900632286524706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMJTPiJ9SI/AAAAAAAAAHY/o6rrcX1wzDI/s320/maideesuan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crazy maid, Ee Suan whose locked in the kitchen. Sucker. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMIfPiJ9JI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B4-4P_vhxVY/s1600-h/ICECREAM!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062899738933326994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMIfPiJ9JI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/B4-4P_vhxVY/s320/ICECREAM%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ICECREAM! :D In squad form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMIfPiJ9KI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rbAeH4GKCxU/s1600-h/hasshah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062899738933327010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMIfPiJ9KI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rbAeH4GKCxU/s320/hasshah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahpek and the Shah. Leg crossers. HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMIfPiJ9LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lpU2DIkAv7E/s1600-h/clearingofmess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062899738933327026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMIfPiJ9LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lpU2DIkAv7E/s320/clearingofmess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clearing our mess, (this is already like 90% cleared)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMIffiJ9MI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KuR5-AZHy1Q/s1600-h/mrtpeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062899743228294338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMIffiJ9MI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KuR5-AZHy1Q/s320/mrtpeople.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MRT People at Raffles Place. Spot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMIffiJ9NI/AAAAAAAAAGw/p9otnn6-qlc/s1600-h/shahandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062899743228294354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMIffiJ9NI/AAAAAAAAAGw/p9otnn6-qlc/s320/shahandme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally a pic of me and the Shahilah Salim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruiting got me hooked on online shopping and Shah/Pek know abt my heart pain. Its like this, I glance when I get the chance and I look away when I need to. My neck is screaming t turn back at you, but I cant. I cant give away anything. This sucks. Hopefully a more cheerful skin and all these wonderful squad outings can relieve bloody heart pains. Oh yeah, I planned t be more happy, so :D and I have the most wonderful squad (not joking) and life (joking) in the www.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-4707620322090766288?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/4707620322090766288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=4707620322090766288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4707620322090766288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4707620322090766288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-thee.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RkMKb_iJ9bI/AAAAAAAAAIg/la6lpJaii2k/s72-c/squadLOVE%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-6584909983209588938</id><published>2007-05-08T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T18:29:27.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY WORLD RED CROSS DAY! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet I am the only Non-Phys, Non-P.Geog person who came t school today, just for the Red Cross Parade. :D Am I good or what, anws, I stayed back with Shah/Pek/Hazel/Aida/Kalyn but was just reading Cleo. Walking ard in uniform made me feel like I was from a Red Cross school. Squad outing ("Finally!") tom, Friday with Hanisah/Hasinah/Shahilah ("my 2G3 supposed clique"), Swensens Lunch with S1 on Monday. Life is good, haha, albeit the fact I SCREWED CHEM RIGHT AND LEFT. Sexy Love's been playing in my head through the whole exam period. :D Atleast some song abt rivers didnt play in my head like loser Gretchen's. Anws, belated Happy NPCC Day too! Haha, why doesnt anyone think a picnic is a great thing t do? Can you imagine the sun? The tall trees and beautiful atmosphere? Its not as if nature gonna last forever, the least we could do is appreciate artifically planted trees in a area called a "park"? :D Fine, but I choose the beach over ice skating. Like, I am not ready t have a red butt right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a game, I ignore you, you ignore me. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVE DECIDED, INSTEAD OF HALF-KILLING/STABBING-MYSELF-WITH-A-PEN AND WORRYING OVER STUPID ASSHOLIC PEOPLE AND OTHER OBSTACLES IN MY BLOODY EXSISTANCE, I SHALL NOW, PLEDGE T BE A HAPPIER, BETTER PERSON WHO BRINGS MORE HAPPINESS FOR OTHERS INSTEAD OF THINKING OF MY OWN DEMISE. AND I SHOULD ATLEAST STUDY SOME A MATHS, WITHOUT RUNNING ARD IN JOY THAT I ONLY HAVE ONE PATHETIC PAPER LEFT. AND OTHERS ALSO AGREE ABT THE STUPID ASSHOLIC PEOPLE, HAHA. :D YO PEK/SHAH/YJ. WE RULE. Okay, no more capital letters. This wave of gray against black is giving me a freaking headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we dont really bitch abt others all the time as you may think, we dont find everyone an enemy, but whenever I am going bananas and melons, the root of it seems t be this certain group of reoccuring people who just ruin not only mine, but everyone else's time. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am feeling v unloved at the moment. :/ Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sorry I'm not up to your standard of licking your shoes, I'm sorry I am not puke worthy enough, but forget it, I am not having a low self esteem anymore. You aint worth it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-6584909983209588938?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6584909983209588938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=6584909983209588938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6584909983209588938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6584909983209588938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-world-red-cross-day-d-i-bet-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-6121796960407605500</id><published>2007-05-06T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:56:52.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hasinah says:&lt;br /&gt;M-O-T-I-V-A-T-I-O-N.&lt;br /&gt;Halcyon's Flight says:&lt;br /&gt;YES, GIVE ME A M!&lt;br /&gt;hasinah says:&lt;br /&gt;MAKE IT INTO A CHEER.&lt;br /&gt;Halcyon's Flight says:&lt;br /&gt;HURRY SAY M LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Ahpek, we can do it. :D Yes we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not considering the fact that I'm deader than a freaking doornail, I am actually quite relaxed. After all, World Red Cross Day (8th May!) is like around the corner? :D I am terribly impulsed to carve "I hate Chem, Chem sucks" on the wall with the very doornail that I am representing (ie. the dead doornail I mentioned above). Ahpek is good, she halfway knows about my "when the time comes" person. Just recently, I had effectively irritated Ahpek/Hasinah/Hazel by revealing that my supposed EC was just a cover-up. Haha, so for those who think I EC ehemwhatevers, you're wrong baby. EC-ing is like so long ago. I shall tell them "when the time comes", thus the nickname is born. My poor notebook is covered with alot of angry post-its, I shouldnt waste good post-its on bad people. Bye.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rj3eY_iJ8-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/crb_fXC8dS8/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rj3eY_iJ8-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/crb_fXC8dS8/s320/Image034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061446077187224546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-6121796960407605500?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6121796960407605500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=6121796960407605500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6121796960407605500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6121796960407605500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/hasinah-says-m-o-t-i-v-t-i-o-n.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rj3eY_iJ8-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/crb_fXC8dS8/s72-c/Image034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-2499155532772577149</id><published>2007-05-04T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:40:46.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Plant and Human Nut(rition) drives me Nuts&lt;br /&gt;(Shahilah gave me the idea) :D YO BIO, YOU NUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this unholy hour, a small shout out t all the suffering souls of my darling school. Though we've been mercilessly pushed this sadly legal form of torture commonly refered t as examinations, we shall progress Onward! (Sorry, Brother's ex school's slogan) and emerge, victorious with precious Cs and Bs. And my left side of the ass has paralyzed due to the prolonged sitting, incessantly pushing facts into my brain. And a certain Chemistry teacher has taken a certain form of delight and glee in making helpless students crack their freaking heads over a bloody Chem Test. And all my cheap coffee has ran out, I am going t die anyways from the caffeine overdose of the 2/3 cans I drink per day. Nescafe Mocha, saviour in a purple bottle.&lt;br /&gt;And the spicy chilli tapoica thing or chocolate (esp the small cute Dairy Milk ones) also goes well with it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know I am always like emo here like a loser who doesnt have any happiness in my life. Its just that this is my dumping ground for dominantly negative emotions. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-2499155532772577149?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2499155532772577149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=2499155532772577149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2499155532772577149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2499155532772577149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/plant-and-human-nutrition-drives-me.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-4260767083877700928</id><published>2007-05-01T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:33:31.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Strangulate, Suffocate, Supress, Stifle, Asphyxiate, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;okay okay, we only have each other t movtivate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Strangulate, Suffocate, Supress, Stifle, Asphyxiate, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;BECAUSE THE REST OF THE FUCKING WORLD IS LIKE ALREADY STUDYING!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;`shahilah says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;YEAH D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Shahilah are frantically motivating each other, since we both got 15/30 for Bio and 6/25 for A Maths! And we changed the bound-t-fail-Mid-Years Club to we-can-pass-Mid-Years Club! Members who are screwed (like me), and need motivation 101 are welcome to join. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;`shahilah says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;yah yah yah, im the only pos whos gna flunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Strangulate, Suffocate, Supress, Stifle, Asphyxiate, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;THEN ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;`shahilah says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;PASS LAH, THEN WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Strangulate, Suffocate, Supress, Stifle, Asphyxiate, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;....... my foot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;`shahilah says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;........true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Strangulate, Suffocate, Supress, Stifle, Asphyxiate, says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;........ not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahilah, you're not alone, because in Liverpool, "you'll never walk alone".HAHHAHAHAHHA, WTFZXZXZX, any takers t keep me company through midnight? (Yeah right)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-4260767083877700928?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/4260767083877700928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=4260767083877700928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4260767083877700928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4260767083877700928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/strangulate-suffocate-supress-stifle.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1136145812446211104</id><published>2007-05-01T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:11:38.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annoying/relaxing Labour Day. Mum just read one of my emo, PRIVATE writings in my diary and fuck, she's all like concerned now. Dont worry I wont throw myself off, please, I know life is given t me but not mine t take. Hello, I dont wanna waste your time, because only I would understand whats going on right? Dont pretend like you do. And pretending also doesnt make it any better. I know I am going t screw my shit in MYEs though my languages have been alright so far. What have I been doing? Watching Signe Chanel and We Need Girlfriends on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I want Red Cross, sob, I WANNNNNT!!!!!!!!!! Dont freaking take that away from me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, has anyone have sky-breaking thunderstorms in the middle of the night for the past few days? My window is always open and so I am awaken by the raindrops biting my feet/gun shot thunder/lightning flashes and the sky is this armageddon-orange. I just wish I didnt watch When A Stranger Calls with Yejing and Ruiting that time after Linkamania, (I think). I keep imagining a guy with a big scar on his face, dressed all in black, with a bloody knife entering the house. Thus, I dont dare t sleep, and its 3 AM. I've to crawl out of bed, reach for the MP3 and listen to Fall Out Boy while the sky is falling (like Chicken Little). Hooray for black circles. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1136145812446211104?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1136145812446211104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1136145812446211104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1136145812446211104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1136145812446211104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/05/annoyingrelaxing-labour-day.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-3581733651616107448</id><published>2007-04-28T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:51:14.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched all the Crez Awards videos. HAHAHAHAHA. :D I know I know, I saw. I mean, if it was one step, or maybe two, it would've been fine. But I saw like HOW MANY steps and from all the dances we've done. I dont know what happened t the standard of Crez Awards (God, how many times do I repeat), either the judges had some real good crack before the show or were blinded by the lights or sth. Pathetic really, but Hazel, we've a plan up our sleeves, yes? :D Dad bought Ben &amp; Jerry's Magic Brownies (which I dont really like because of the berries in it) and Vanilla! He also bought alot of Dove chocolate and coffee. I am a happy and &lt;s&gt;fat&lt;/s&gt; kid. Alright fine, I'll put on some flab. But honestly, you all havent seen my stomach! (The horror! The fats!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the school hall, it freezed my ass right through. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RjMXzviJ89I/AAAAAAAAAEw/1KthsXqtzGc/s1600-h/b%26j2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RjMXzviJ89I/AAAAAAAAAEw/1KthsXqtzGc/s320/b%26j2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058412984167691218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how much I love ice cream. :D (Ignore that I look super duper shitty and dumb and retarded and whatever !@#$) And I like my curtains, thanks. They speak t the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-3581733651616107448?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/3581733651616107448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=3581733651616107448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3581733651616107448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3581733651616107448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-watched-all-crez-awards-videos.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RjMXzviJ89I/AAAAAAAAAEw/1KthsXqtzGc/s72-c/b%26j2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-5872477406155967931</id><published>2007-04-25T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:22:52.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9W4s4U5_ttM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9W4s4U5_ttM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talentime 2007, 240307, Singapore Poly, Crescent Girls' School, Aimer L'Habitude, 2nd Runner Ups. :D CLICK THE FREAKING VIDEO! (Ignore me). Credits t Hazel for upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING (Vulgarity is a necessity here to express extremity of statement) LOVE AIMER L'HABITUDE! :D YES, I DO, YES, YES, YES YES YES YES. I miss our practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fuck : I heard the song, thought for awhile, and then thunder. Lightning flashes, in sync with tears. I know, what we had, is gone. You were too late, that sucks. Blood. And Sumaiya, I am not sure if you even know my blog, but if you're reading this, get well soon alright. :D Haha, I have t rush down four floors up and down t save you! (Not that I mind) Anything just tell me, because I dont like to see anyone sad/suffering alone, I'll try my best t help. :D Even though I am pretty screwed myself, I really do like t help others, no one deserves (except me, haha) to suffer alone. Its a crazy world out there, mate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-5872477406155967931?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/5872477406155967931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=5872477406155967931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5872477406155967931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5872477406155967931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/talentime-2007-crescent-girls-school.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-7094191240063249876</id><published>2007-04-23T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:42:10.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wont be here for awhile, and I am here to write shit. There I said it, if you dont like it, you can f-u-c-k (Ooooh, vulgarities!) off. There I said that too. Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like being a lost cause, today was good, because I sat down and actually did something. Like a complete mindmap. Fur Elise is really good music, trust me. Anws, back t Topic #1, I am sorry I cannot be like her. I am sorry, I am not as responsible/efficient/fast/pro (I'm working on this, with a schedule and everything) or whatever enough as her. My fault that you cant stand me, I should've seen this coming. I mean, if I were you, I'd hate me too (Oh yes, duh). No wonder I've a low self esteem. Make this quicker, I am sorry I am not as perfect as her. I try, I am trying, I tried, but when you're running in an one way road, you just realise, you're in for a ride. A futile, fruitless ride. YOU KNOW WHATS REALLY FUCKED UP? Knowing you'll never ever give me a chance, because I am already "that inefficient useless good-for-nothing girl". Give it up for quotes, y'all.  Blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, its becoming hard t be happy. No wonder I fucking cry easily. I hate being weak, but you know, all you all do is just pushing me t one corner and throw knives at me. Just because I am "cheerful" (Hahahah, fuck, its a quote)  doesnt give you the right t push me around. I mean for God's sake, I smile at people (whom I know) regularly because I think it would make someone's day better. If you cant even appreciate that, then, I should become this MEGA bitch and go around giving you black faces right? Right. Blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply, I know my attitude, and I am doing something t change it. And I think I should just stop saying Hi to people and smiling, and just become this fucked up fuck who fucks up everyone's day by giving them glares/pouts/etc. But I wont, because I ain't gonna change myself, darling, just because you get in my way. Wait till I get the chainsaws and bulldozers, you wont have anything else t say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S, Happier post next time, Promise promise :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-7094191240063249876?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7094191240063249876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=7094191240063249876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7094191240063249876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7094191240063249876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wont-be-here-for-awhile-and-i-am-here.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-2691878540201045728</id><published>2007-04-23T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:19:05.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im staying awake 24 hours t do E Maths, you better believe it. Attempt something I dont even know how to do. I am great, truly great. Miss Tean better love my sleepy ass for this. I SWEAR. And I would like t offer my sincere apologies to the people who were online at this unlucky time. I have tortured them with utter-drop-dead lame jokes and they're all probably helplessly nose bleeding now. If you see me online from 12.30 onwards, BLOCK ME. I may just come and start blabbering shit, like I am wasted in wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangulate, Suffocate, Supress, Stifle, Asphyxiate, (Durgga) says:&lt;br /&gt;YDNIC.&lt;br /&gt;_ydnic!_cindy! (Cindy, duh) says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahas&lt;br /&gt;_ydnic!_cindy! says:&lt;br /&gt;waddd&lt;br /&gt;Strangulate, Suffocate, Supress, Stifle, Asphyxiate, says:&lt;br /&gt;you're CUTE. :D WHEEEEEZXZX.&lt;br /&gt;Strangulate, Suffocate, Supress, Stifle, Asphyxiate, says:&lt;br /&gt;MARRY ME KAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Cindy. Hidayah just managed t escape and Shahilah is gone away (on pretence of finishing a summary), to recover from my lameness. Ruiting has been left alone because she helped me do some E Maths. Aha, the lone victim, Cindy remains. :D I get crazy at unholy hours such as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`shahilah says:&lt;br /&gt;haha loser lah &lt;s&gt;you&lt;/s&gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahilah, sorry I changed your sentence, but it had t be truthful, right? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-2691878540201045728?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2691878540201045728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=2691878540201045728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2691878540201045728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2691878540201045728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-staying-awake-24-hours-t-do-e-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-3753267598142565712</id><published>2007-04-22T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:37:04.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebrating the fact that this is my 600th post, I am "inspired" by Hazel's post to write about my darling squadmatezxzxz, YO. In 3 years, you can just imagine what we've been through. Childish fights galore, but we always sit down t talk it out. I rmbr, we had this squad trash out, we told each other what we thought kicked ass abt them and what they can improve. :D And we're well on our way, on a road of experiences, t better ourself as fate brought us together, admist kicks &amp; punches, together to be known as a squad. :D God, Mrs RBC, do I get an A1 for my Lit or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll try t remember what happened in Sec One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined CRCU with Subha, my primary school friend. I had been in Red Cross in primary school, at this point of time, a shout out to Blangah Rise Primary is in order. Yellow+Blue uniform for life. Then, I slowly came t know my own RC Classmates, like Shahilah and Hasinah who soon became part of my so-called "clique" which OTHER people deemed us as. Even though we hang out with everyone, so, whatever. Met Yejing, from being dance partners when we danced for the Seniors step down chalet. Oh yeah, this marks the start of our dance journey too! :D We got our own squad shirt, and chose fourleafclover because we wanted t be lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a end year squad chalet, where I had white toenails for months due t some unknown nailpolish I put on impulse. Met more people like Hazel, Xiner, Suan, Bernice, Sankari, Haslinda, Nanthini. I remembered I really liked footdrill, but I got laughed at my marching (by my own squadmates also), so yeah. We started going out together, hanging out after school, go for lunch or to town for fun, start doing things like skipping lessons.  In december (I think), we formed Valenti for Talentime. Went t Hazel's Aunt's house for practice. I remember, I didnt want t dance at first but I still came from practice, till I got tempted t join.&lt;br /&gt;Our squad was getting closer, and tighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-3753267598142565712?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/3753267598142565712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=3753267598142565712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3753267598142565712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3753267598142565712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/celebrating-fact-that-this-is-my-600th.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-6404009314359138614</id><published>2007-04-21T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T18:16:25.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Off t study with Shah at Bukit Merah Macs (where else?). :D I know, typical place, but the motive is t study and not the asthetic value of the surroundings. The most important thing is, there is food nearby! I made my first Milo by myself yesterday at the library, albeit the fact its an 3-in-1 mix, but still. :D I need someone t teach me Trigo asap or its off to Y.O's office on Monday. Concentration in class, is just something so hard t do. I got a short attention span, whatever. I rather draw/sleep/build freaking sandcastles in the air. Am I already a lost cause or what? Because when its gone Molotov Cocktail, I need you, cant you see? You cant, blind fool. :/ Whatever, random post. Notice the contrast from the starting t the middle.&lt;br /&gt;(P.S I dont like being a on-the-way-t-being-a-lost-cause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, if Shah or Sankari is reading this. (HAHAHAHHA)&lt;br /&gt;Omgosh, we were talking like assholes ytd at Bukit Merah, with all these loser codenames and codewords. What M lah, what C lah. :D Y'know what y'all girls, I cant be bothered. At one point of time, I was. But no one appreciates good ol' care and concern? So nothing t see here, Exhibit 125 is boring, move on to Exhibit 126, oh boring, move on t Exhibit 127 and so on. Let people make babies, let people get murdered, let the world rotate on, into oblivion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-6404009314359138614?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6404009314359138614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=6404009314359138614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6404009314359138614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6404009314359138614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/off-t-study-with-shah-at-bukit-merah.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-2892536716073089469</id><published>2007-04-19T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:35:11.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've alot of things t say t someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To, erm, Person A? (Few know who), WE ALREADY KNOW (read this, let it enter you). I really miss you, you know? But still, theres no reason for lies. All I can do is just, wonder where in our 3 year closeness, did you find a motive t lie t me? When Pek told me the truth that time at Lavender, I felt like crying. Because I didnt know, friend, you would blatantly lie. One question : Why? Is it because you didnt think you could tell me? I am already pretty screwed up, so go ahead and tell me, because I really do care, friend, more than you can imagine. Because to you, maybe, I am just someone who says laughs alot/says lame things/is dumb-ass most of the time, but seriously, I CARE. ALOT. Whatever's on your plate, just tell me. I'll try my best to give you an alternative because the fucked up (ie. me) help others, probably experience or wtv. Just, dont, lie. It hurts and I have t pretend. Give a laugh, but underneath, hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want you back, are you willing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-2892536716073089469?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2892536716073089469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=2892536716073089469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2892536716073089469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2892536716073089469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-alot-of-things-t-say-t-someone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-7271901622329493259</id><published>2007-04-18T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:05:44.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RiYIGUiRxUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uvzv19VYroo/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RiYIGUiRxUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uvzv19VYroo/s320/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054736536454677826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember Shahilah gasping, "Omg you ego frrrrrrrr-eaks" in a highly exasperated way during this photo. :D Pek and me, ego bimbo for life manzxzx. We were supposed t be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt;. And we were trying t be ahlian with our pose, I guess we failed, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the failed ah lians&lt;/span&gt;. Cant get more pathetic than that right? Maybe I'll upload some other photos if I am un-lazy enough, and I owe Miss Tean the most hwk in class, nothing t be proud of. :/ I will be back, after finishing all her work. I LIKE SOMEONE, AH SCREAMS. I KISSED THE NAME LIKE FOUR TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;(Fine, I am a pervert, omgosh, yeah wtv, but I am not as open as Nanthini. :D Jk lahzx, bitch. Debbie asked "How t spell your name?" Spell it : "B-I-T-C-H". ROFL.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-7271901622329493259?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7271901622329493259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=7271901622329493259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7271901622329493259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7271901622329493259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-can-remember-shahilah-gasping-omg-you.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RiYIGUiRxUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uvzv19VYroo/s72-c/Image029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-6010012752685810625</id><published>2007-04-17T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:02:39.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOSH, I GOT MYSELF SOME GOOD KARMA TODAY! (Those who remark I am mean/heartless/cold/bitch will be speechless) SUCKERS. SUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay me and Pek and Shah were at Redhill 7-11, abt to go Lavender then, this small primary sch boy (Bukit View Primary) came and wanted t buy this packet of M&amp;amp;Ms. Then the cashier who looked quite mean, was like "Boy, you dont have enough money". Then the small boy looked quite sad and walked away t look for sth cheaper. Then I was like "Pek, so poor thing" then Pek was like "Yahhhhh". So we went up t him and ask him if he want us t buy for him, then he nodded. (Cue : So cute!!!!) Yeah and we did buy! :D But I sort of freaked him out by asking his name, so he looked quite frightened. Poor guy. I AM A KIND SOUL, YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me, Shah and Pek went t Lavender t do Shah's I/C, and it took so fast! Then we went t Bugis for lunch and we had this totally productive bitching session! We bitched abt practically everything. Okay I know I am mean, but when someone pushes me t the limit (and I am v tolerant, okay), I just lose all my sympathy for them, until they can redeem it back which is v v hard. But seriously, LYING? I thought we were friends. I didnt know friends lie. Why the fuck does that word exist? Like today, I sort of malu-ed Pek by pushing/slapping her in public. Then she got kind of sad, so I wrote her a note and passed t her during CME. Apparently the whole 3G3 read. But whatever, 3 years of memories, they just dont go away. Because, I would lose my face and bring myself down t apologise and Pek hugged me and we were friends again. But why cant you see, friendship isnt just someone you eat recess with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-6010012752685810625?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6010012752685810625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=6010012752685810625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6010012752685810625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6010012752685810625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/omgosh-i-got-myself-some-good-karma.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-2029073573661706422</id><published>2007-04-16T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:33:35.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shahilah BITCH didnt come today. :/ (But she can be happily dancing on Sunday night) Today morning, I came early for the first time! :D I had t go and wake that asshole up early by myself. And waking up my brother, is like, so hard. Helped t teach the Sec ones bersurai. I went toilet after every period today, like fuck, lessons were so shit. So much for my vow of renewing myself. "English" was fun, (freaking free period, yo), XL Chan and C Lee (our darling chair and v-chair) ask abt improvements for the class. :D I wanted a mini fridge, but I guess will be quite ex. Shortie actually ate today, me and Hazel kept reminding her of the Third World countries. :D I think I am going t stop eating, I dont care. I am going t stay below 40 kg, because hell, I know I am going t be fat one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sch, went t get some food with Pek and Hazel (excuse me, Shahilah D/O Salim was supposed t COME) and then went, gasp, library. I insisted that we couldnt talk. Then Hazel was like how t study like that. I am like Oh, yeah, supposed t study. Hazel did something productive, me and Pek were like talking rot and taking videos (which I promised Pek never t show anywhere), and started talking abt dance. (Doesnt everyone agree the standard for Crez Awards has dropped? Tsk) And we got a plan up our sleeves, bitches. Then while going home , met Hanisah bitch and she told me some of her guy problems. I told her some of the shit I was going through and it was really fun t talk t her again. I really missed her! Tomorrow is like all these tests, and Durgga isnt even off t study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-2029073573661706422?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2029073573661706422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=2029073573661706422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2029073573661706422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2029073573661706422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/shahilah-bitch-didnt-come-today.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-5116358940720617593</id><published>2007-04-15T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:36:20.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE PASSED! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-5116358940720617593?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/5116358940720617593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=5116358940720617593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5116358940720617593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5116358940720617593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-passed-d.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-4623714923316486558</id><published>2007-04-13T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:16:03.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post shall serve dual purpose as motivation to squadmates and self motivation for myself. :D Okay all the bitches in the squad, I doubt you'll be reading this cos you're hurriedly chiong-ing on some Evac/Fd theory. But hopefully you'll see it anws. Good luck okay, all our like 1-year hard work is tested on this one day! :D So must, do our best. Must pray for our arms and legs and promise t be good citizens of the world (Omg, isnt that our school vision or sth, ROFL) and also train both the arm/leg powers! Practice infront of mirror, Study, Pray, Scream, Jump, Die, Rebirth, Calm yourself, Motivate self, And Onward! (GESS's whatever slogan) Okay that ends my motivation "ehem, pep talk", AND AH, ALCINA LEE LING HUI RAWKS MY ASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She totally scolded these juniors who cut our queue to the roti prata stall! OMGOSH. Haha, and they still can stay there and BUY some more while we were complaining out aloud, we only bought our food at like 11.05? Oh yeah, did I mention, Miss Tean is super nice. She even bought us food, she knows the way to my heart then. :D Aqilah loves the Chanel babe. Do you know why it rained so much today? According to the Whale Rider, the god of sky, (his name is v long), is very angry with us and this is a sign that we should change our ways.&lt;br /&gt;:0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-4623714923316486558?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/4623714923316486558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=4623714923316486558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4623714923316486558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4623714923316486558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-post-shall-serve-dual-purpose-as.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1482307010060543729</id><published>2007-04-12T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:55:02.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally went back to activity today! :D I've taken to calling some people by their Chinese names. Omgosh, Mei San (Carissa) is the most commonly called out one. :D Haha, I keep telling that it does sound like a geisha's name! "Hello, my name is Mei San. How can I be of service?". Sorry Carissa! Chermaine says I suck, but actually she's the sucker. I have to become her maid (Sri Lankan, and I happen t be a Tamil Tiger too!) and call her "Mam". And that Cheng Yee (Zing Yi? or something) keeps laughing, Loser. In the Bio Lab, they had this fish tank of like guppies and shrimps! Haha I named the prettiest one after....who else, but me. :D Dont tell me you wouldnt have done it. They're so pretty and Miss L got really pissed cos everyone was more interested in the marine life than the liver/potato stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH, HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY. I _________!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;(I KNOW IM A PERVERT, SHUT UP) (You wouldve done it)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you god for this wonderful, v wonderful chance of a life time. I am like so grateful for this great chance!&lt;br /&gt;I will promise to be a good little girl from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1482307010060543729?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1482307010060543729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1482307010060543729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1482307010060543729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1482307010060543729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally-went-back-to-activity-today-d.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-3912424647507643585</id><published>2007-04-09T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:39:55.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's becoming a tad more bearable. I dont have to face rushing up on my overdues every single lesson, thus not paying attention, and so on so forth as the vicious cycle continues. Anws, today was note-worthy during curriculum. Started at SS, where me and Aqilah were talking shit abt loser people in our school and eating Annabel's Twistes. Then Bio, omg, I was like doing some English then Mdm L like crept up behind me. Then she was like yada yada put that away and all. Then Aqilah whispers "She's wearing Chanel, omg". I give her a second look, and yes she is. But then its like I am wondering, does Chanel even sell that size? Everyone said I was mean, but whatever. She's our Chanel babe for now. :D I GOT FOOD FOR TOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's a good hug when I need one?&lt;br /&gt;Omg Pek, my medicine on the phone! Haha, You have the honour of knowing my loveLOVEloveLOVE. :D Finally, someone I can gush on a regular basis to. OMGOSHHHHHES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-3912424647507643585?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/3912424647507643585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=3912424647507643585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3912424647507643585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3912424647507643585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/schools-becoming-tad-more-bearable.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-2436853109950891529</id><published>2007-04-07T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T18:28:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I have heard of them, (not like they're famous, more like INfamous).&lt;br /&gt;Amateurs, first-timers, nothing. Poor little cats, copycats. Meow.&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how Crescent's standards is different from a nation wide standard?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Please dont tell me Crescent standard can be higher than a nation wide one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a nation wide standard, we can win third. Wow, talk about biased judges in Crescent. Coughs. Wonderful to hear, darling.&lt;br /&gt;Old story, but yes, Meow. Oh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it all comes to rushing against time, you're left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-2436853109950891529?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2436853109950891529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=2436853109950891529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2436853109950891529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2436853109950891529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-i-have-heard-of-them-not-like.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-463907249055507206</id><published>2007-04-06T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T07:16:29.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:'( Alcina wrote : "emoemoemoemo/wrists". Do you get it?&lt;br /&gt;How the fuck do you expect so much of me without a chance t explain?&lt;br /&gt;Confiscating everything, (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every single &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; thing&lt;/span&gt;) from me. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;You think I wanted it to be this way? Its too late for redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a beautiful dream, almost made it all right.&lt;br /&gt;Almost, because it will never come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-463907249055507206?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/463907249055507206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=463907249055507206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/463907249055507206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/463907249055507206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/alcine-wrote-emoemoemoemowrists.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1926944425211066358</id><published>2007-04-03T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:49:44.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You freakingshit fishball seller. Haha, I love my fourleafclover shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was eventful, yes. Rare eventful day in the montone of the upper secondary. Sure, it does not have t be like this, but a promise is a promise. :/ Chem, titration. I got some shit answer. I sark at prac, thus go on to sarking at SPA. Congrats myself. I dont even know why Hazel was so happy, even though she got the same thing both times, it was still wrong. Loser. :D English, erm, yeah, whatever. CWO here we come, and doesnt anyone think it was a serious case of PMS? Yo, the tension was practically stinking the classroom. CME, we became the Siew Mai Club. Cooking small, yummy and unhealthy food for anorexic people (alias the ANAs). I gave Cheng Yee a membership card, haha. E. Geog was a fucking free period, I am eternally grateful for this. I am like the balloon volleyball champion (Gretchen, Cheng Yee = suckers). :D Read our horoscopes and other shit. Assembly was with Hanisah, damn, I missed that bitch. :/ She defines that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then left for St. Margs, which was like two buses away. Reached their school, and had the meeting. Omg, their canteen sells like all this wonderful food (albeit unhealthy) but still super yummy even by our standards. Yejing and Hazel spent 2.50 alone on the heavenly chicken. Their school was v v nice too, I like, I like. :D We had a great time, planning and touring! Went Tiong with Mother, and she did her specs and I FINALLY, collected my contact lenses! :D They're soaking in that solution now, I find it so cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though they are flimsy things that you stick in your eyeballs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1926944425211066358?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1926944425211066358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1926944425211066358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1926944425211066358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1926944425211066358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-freakingshit-fishball-seller.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1001063002384586643</id><published>2007-03-31T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:32:03.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Learning fest would've sucked ass, albeit the company.&lt;br /&gt;I got a chicken henna-ed on my palm, sucker. (&gt;&lt;)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Theme Song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand in Hand (in hand....)&lt;br /&gt;You're my friend (my friend, (oh yeah))&lt;br /&gt;Till the end (till the end, (oh no))&lt;br /&gt;You're my friend (my friendddddd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up for three worded rhymes! Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1001063002384586643?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1001063002384586643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1001063002384586643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1001063002384586643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1001063002384586643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/learning-fest-wouldve-sucked-ass-albeit.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-4472960881281858972</id><published>2007-03-28T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:19:38.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have t stop looking at Total Defence, and then at the "timetable" I wrote in desperation that I will scare myself by looking at all my undone hwk, so I am here. Blogging, even though like no one even reads this. Nehmind, as long the Empress/Emperor dont read it, I am fine. Omg, Aida, I know, I so want t do the slope thing! :D Rushing down the one-way service road slope on a scooter, adrenaline rush! My God, if one more teacher calls Dad. Thats the "end of me" (Hazel's blog title, HAHA). I think we're not going Crez Awards, or go t a dinner or a night&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;rendezvous somewhere. :D Woohoo, cant wait baby. One thing that's been like seriously &lt;/span&gt;irksome worthy lately, is that I have been thought t be anorexic. I eat all the 10000 calories shit all the time. Its just that I dont like t eat, I am not used to eating alot. I am not hell-bent on getting thin, its the way it is. It sucks how, I can even be sad when I want t, put up a False Front (ring a bell?) so no one would question, my, erm, state of emo-ness. Who is happy Big Bird all the time? Remember those kids shows you love, where you can sing along because the song is so catchy?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I hate you, you hate me,  lets all go kill that stupid Barney, with a great big step, he falls on the floor, thats the end of the dinosaur.&lt;/span&gt; Well, I sing this one more than the other assholic ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-4472960881281858972?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/4472960881281858972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=4472960881281858972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4472960881281858972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4472960881281858972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-t-stop-looking-at-total-defence.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-4483134132451396907</id><published>2007-03-28T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:59:57.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck, I told myself not t get affected. But this is SUCH a meaningless comment that I've t bitch. What SLUTTY, please, if some one (like normal people, during a competiton) asks you t dance, just do it. Like, if I didnt dance that time, it wouldve looked weird right? I just went up there and danced, I didnt flash my freaking number on the white screen, and write "I am a Slut, call me", or freaking strip myself. I was asked to dance, and I did it, I didnt wanna let people down, so I did it. Yeah its weird and all, but it was part of the competition. And it also depended on the song, for god's sake, broaden your mind. It was just Sexy Back, can you accept listening t that kind of song and dancing that kind of dance. Seriously, if it was some traditional thing, I would've done it too. I dont restrict myself, please, look further will you. Dance isnt just your perspective, its everyone else's too. I am so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; that I didnt dance the way you wanted. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done and I DIDNT MENTION ANY NAMES.&lt;br /&gt;God, I freaking wished you congratulations too, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-4483134132451396907?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/4483134132451396907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=4483134132451396907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4483134132451396907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/4483134132451396907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/fuck-i-told-myself-not-t-get-affected.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-6987047096498004668</id><published>2007-03-27T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T05:49:59.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rgg_JL_tuxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1_KSl5PUNrQ/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rgg_JL_tuxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1_KSl5PUNrQ/s320/Image035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046352809540041490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ignore me. I really love these people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random note / I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; realised&lt;/span&gt; a long time ago, thanks for confirming it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-6987047096498004668?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6987047096498004668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=6987047096498004668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6987047096498004668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6987047096498004668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/ignore-me.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rgg_JL_tuxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1_KSl5PUNrQ/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1752450701551072165</id><published>2007-03-25T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:54:05.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd place for Modern Dance Category, Talentime 2007. :D&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of Loving The Habit. All those times in a dingy classroom with music in our ears. Everyday, for months, practice, practice. We had 11 remixes altogether. We stayed in till 7 everytime. We laughed, cried, we did everything. Another wonderful experience to put behind. What an achievement, in a nation wide competition, with extremely strong competitiors. We went there, we let loose, did nothing like we did in our practices. We did our thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you supporters, the banners, the cheers, the screams, the claps and the time. We love you v v much! :D Thank you classmates, ex classmates, school mates who encouraged us and gave us support and expressed interest in coming t see us dance, all the great comments, all the time you took t just see us. Thank you CRCU, our VIs, everyone. All we wanted to do was just prove ourself for one last time, that we did have that potential. Now we've done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A exciting time in holding area, an maluating catwalk experience, tension at backstage, last minute group hugs/prayers, the closed curtain with the anticipation of the audience bursting through, the bright lights and the dark auditorium, a dazed mind and uncontrollable body, feeling energy like never before, then it ends, the curtain closes to claps and cheers, rushes outside, group hug, enter, watch other groups, gets disheartened (I did), silent tears. Lights come on, impromptu dancing session (let loose), funny RI performance, unresistable stress during results, screams of joy at results, more hugs and colgate smiles. Rushes outside, cheer and hug, take pictures, rush off t change clothes and remove make up. We're set.&lt;br /&gt;End of Talentime in Spore Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off t Boon Lay for Swensons dinner, sudden incidents, unspeakable incidents wash away positive emotions, and then I wonder, and they kept coming, too hard to go away. I am happy everyone else had a happy dinner, I am sorry I couldnt enjoy it. Wtf, some things just cant be explained. On to Friday next week, performance at HQ prize presentation thing. Aimer L'Habitude.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, Good bye to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1752450701551072165?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1752450701551072165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1752450701551072165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1752450701551072165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1752450701551072165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/3rd-place-for-modern-dance-category.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1486807057573196476</id><published>2007-03-23T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T20:39:36.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's talentime, after I blog abt that, I think I'll be off this blog for awhile. :/ Oh yeah and maybe after the experience of performing next week at the HQ prize presentation thing! :D We're such honoured people, woohoo. Anws, we did hell lot of practice today and went for urgh, Crez Awards Audition. I have no interest whatsoever in getting into the finals of Crez Awards. I rather go as the audience and have a better night. Anws, Aqilah and me, we had the Emo Page(ironically at the back of a Strawberry Shortcake foolscape)! And I freaking love calligraphy pens. Damn it, curriculum was sucky lah. Shit. Omg, I promised Miss Tean, I would finish her work and hand it up today. She's nice, I am way too mean t her. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall dedicate this paragraph to fucking rude taxi drivers. It was 7 and we were standing at the school bus stop, me and Shah were hailing a cab and decided t drop Ruiting, Pek, Hazel at Redhill. Since, duh, its on the way. Then we finally got a taxi. He refused t let five of us in because of some "cannot lah, police fine" shit. Okay fine, stupid rule-follower. Sorry Hazel! :/ Sent Pek and Rt off and he gave this fucking clicking sound like we took too long. Excuse me, we're paying and it was fucking peak hour then. Extra 2 dollars man, hello? Then Shah would get down first and she took awhile t get down. Then she passed me the money so I would pay when I got off. He made the fucking clicking song and gave some muffled laughter, which I so heard, dude. And to top it all off, when I paid him 9 bucks for the 7.50 ride, he gave me 50 cents change and fucking drove away! Either he's a math illiterate or just a fucking, impatient, heartless, cheating bitch. I would choose the latter, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1486807057573196476?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1486807057573196476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1486807057573196476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1486807057573196476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1486807057573196476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/tomorrows-talentime-after-i-blog-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-8848202815420172018</id><published>2007-03-23T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T02:37:21.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wtf, I just woke up and its like 2. I freaking slept from 8 t 2. :/ So I guess, I'll be awake till school starts. Hmmmm, should I give those hints hidden in a sentence that kind? Haha, I find them hilarious. You know, be subtle abt something half hidden. Nah, I shall be boring and keep my gap shut. After all, you know, no matter what I do, its not like there's going t be a solution, not like there's going t be any kind of recognition. Even if you find out what I have t say, its not like you're going t do anything abt it? God, I probably deserve the stereotyping right? Questions with obvious answers. Woohoo. Talentime is like less than 24 hrs away. And sorry, its been confirmed that only 15 people max can come as supporters. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do it with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-8848202815420172018?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/8848202815420172018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=8848202815420172018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/8848202815420172018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/8848202815420172018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/wtf-i-just-woke-up-and-its-like-2.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-2834745535821167295</id><published>2007-03-21T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:52:48.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talentime finals, Saturday, 24th March, Singapore Poly, around 12-1 ish because we've our dry run at 11.30. Schools in finals for modern dance : rgs, tkgs, scgs, bartley, jurong, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crescent&lt;/span&gt;. We have just heard that only 10 supporters can come for every school. :/ But no worries, ma'am is helping us check wether we can bring more people! Thank you for your support everyone because seriously, we're partly driven because of that and partly because we ourselves want t win. So really much gracias! And for the Crez Awards question, its not my cup of tea anymore because I am already contented that we got through Talentime Auditions. But we'll see how it goes, wont we? Thats the FAQ from people so far, so here, they're answered. :D Will update on it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OkGo songs have been playing the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;OMG!!!!!!!! LOOK!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song (Group) Category&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "AMKian Group" - Ang Mo Kio Primary School&lt;br /&gt;2) Mayflower Primary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) "Blangahnites" - Blangah Rise Primary School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "Happy World" - Fuhua Primary School&lt;br /&gt;5) "Love Birds" - Rivervale Primary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This proves my school exists okay, Blangah Rise! :D I am v surprisingly quite proud of them. Omg, I'm going t be wearing the same colour for like 10 years. :/&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/10574212-2834745535821167295?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2834745535821167295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=2834745535821167295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2834745535821167295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2834745535821167295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/talentime-finals-saturday-24th-march.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-7495859813951784687</id><published>2007-03-18T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:39:36.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm dead, y'all. Like if I were a fish, I am one smacking sushi.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts fucking bad. Panadol aint doing no help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my knight in shining armour?! Sigh. :/&lt;br /&gt;Off sleeping I expect. Asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-7495859813951784687?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/7495859813951784687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=7495859813951784687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7495859813951784687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/7495859813951784687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-dead-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-6497509836118024960</id><published>2007-03-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:11:38.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am awake, after, approx 6 hours of sleep. If I am this tired, imagine my other camp-going squadmates. :D But yeah, I slept v late with like only 3 hrs of sleep. Went with Ee Suan in the morning for breakfast. Felt abit extra, well we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; anws. Sorry, I was late. :/ But seriously, you should do the omg-im-so-late on the phone thing with cab drivers, then, they drive faster. Waited until they finished PT and then joined them. I felt like Nov Camp, you know, the feeling. We had a Macdonalds breakfast! :D But I ate the Fillet O Fish or whatever, this is only the second time in my life I am eating it, first time that I ate it whole. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, it was still a great breakfast. Passed my OA Theory, like finally, yo. Had debrief and I heard all abt camp there, interesting! And heart breaking that I didnt go. :/ Then we went off to sit in our Scavenger Hunt groups. Yale! :D Haha, okay I was feeling v high then. Theres a time t be high, time t be emo. So it was a high moment then so everyone also will get high. My group was like really great, cos everyone was v co-operative! We did like so unbelievable things in Orchard like going up to someone, saying they look like wuzun and ask for their autograph or like, going to buy a condom from house of condom. We all did our bonuses anws and I am quite proud of them! The Centre point thing was really hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is getting way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back t school, slept for awhile in Mini Forum (really slept), went t Mobil (no choice) and bought instant food. Brought it back and ate it. And then, we went home. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing ever ends perfectly. Does it have t be like this?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it does, Durgga, you naive gullible sucker.&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/10574212-6497509836118024960?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6497509836118024960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=6497509836118024960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6497509836118024960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6497509836118024960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-awake-after-approx-6-hours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-604870619433115401</id><published>2007-03-15T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:49:02.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rfk_7vvqHnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mtkO1QGeT7s/s1600-h/collag130307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rfk_7vvqHnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mtkO1QGeT7s/s320/collag130307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042131553479171698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What we did when we ponned enrichment, super short. I was missing my squad mates (who are at LEADERSHIP CAMP NOW :/:/:/:/) so much that I decided t do collages. Me and Ee Suan (who couldnt make it suddenly) fully decided t buy them expensive chocolates when we meet them for breakfast tomorrow. I WANT T BE PART OF THE EXPERIENCE. Shit, we almost wanted to go like now and join them? Mum is freaking guilty because I kept screaming at her the whole day for not letting me go. Oh how I miss them so much. :/ Like now, I'll be complaining t Shah or Pek or bitching with them. Shit lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-604870619433115401?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/604870619433115401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=604870619433115401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/604870619433115401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/604870619433115401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-we-did-when-we-ponned-enrichment.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/Rfk_7vvqHnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mtkO1QGeT7s/s72-c/collag130307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-469661478681234608</id><published>2007-03-14T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:51:34.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY DEAR SQUADMATES GOING FOR CAMP, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL THE WAY&lt;/span&gt; FOR TOMORROW! YOU ALL ARE STRONG PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;Blah, I know, I am going t miss a great and new experience. :/ This is so vvvvvv saddening.&lt;br /&gt;And then you all will be talking abt it for many days t come while I will have t emo at the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Not t mention, I have t tend t all the whatever relatives with a temporary fake smile of how-"happy"-i-am-t-see-them, and I bet there will be alot ALOT of crying tom because its the 1 year anniversary and all, even though no body sees it that my aunt has gone t a better place? And then, I'll have t serve all the other extras who come for the sake of the food or for the sake of showing face. Those that seriously have nothing t do who come t see or be seen. I shall have t suffer this torture of typical questions like "How old are you again? (then exclaims when hearing my age)" or remarks like "Omg you're so tall! Go stand beside your mother and I see whose taller (Like duh, I am shorter), Last time I saw you, you were this tall, you know! (-points t knee)". Of course I grew, I am human, women. Oh well, its my bad luck and fate. :/ The people just ruin the whole significance of the event of 1 year anniversary prayers? Sickening. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-469661478681234608?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/469661478681234608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=469661478681234608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/469661478681234608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/469661478681234608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-dear-squadmates-going-for-camp-all.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-3742804623747327214</id><published>2007-03-13T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:02:39.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, we got into the finals for dance. :D&lt;br /&gt;TOP FIVE SCHOOLS OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for 24th March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, morning was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;(7 AM, at my Bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ma, five more minutes lah okay please! Dont disturb me, go away, bye.&lt;br /&gt;Mother : No get up now, wait ask your friend what time is enrichment! You want t be late?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Fine. (dials Shahilah's number with house phone)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hello? Shahilah?&lt;br /&gt;Shahilah : Hey, you know what?! We got into Finals of Talentime!&lt;br /&gt;Me : OMGOMGOMMGMGOMGMGMG!!!!!!! (Screams)&lt;br /&gt;Mother : Durgga, are you okay?! What happened?! Are you late?! Hurry up, get out and bathe!&lt;br /&gt;Me : ..... No, we got into Finals for Talentime! Out of like how many schs lah okay, top five!&lt;br /&gt;Mother : Chey, I thought I ask you t ask for time of enrichment? Why you give me heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Haiyah Ma, I am so happy, you anticlimax for what? Haiyah, you ah.&lt;br /&gt;Mother : I know why lah, you all wear so short the skirt thats why. -Laughs wickedly.&lt;br /&gt;Me : ..... I am happy now okay! Dont say this kind of thing all can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we ponned enrichment, I know, the guy looked so pitiful. But we had such a great time otherwise! Shah is late in sending me the images, All blame Shah! :D The great time stops at Far East, no wait, after AOP. After that. Oh wait, I got so many things t do and I am freaking letting time fly by by writing meaningless things. I am truly great. Great things never last long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-3742804623747327214?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/3742804623747327214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=3742804623747327214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3742804623747327214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3742804623747327214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-we-got-into-finals-for-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-5845702912489348162</id><published>2007-03-12T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:35:33.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing ever seems right, I know, I have a better life than other less fortunate people. I had a lot of time t do some thinking at the interchange today. But hell, yeah, it doesnt seem like a freaking bed of roses right now. Thanks Pek, I know you tried t cheer me up. Its okay, I can understand why you couldnt and probably didnt know what t do when I gushed out all my problems like that. You probably felt weird and all. Not many can cheer me up everytime, because yeah, how could you? But its good enough you tried, really. Xiner, I hope your ankle is better. I am happy you can walk but sad that you have bad luck because some one crossed over you. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW = RESULTS. LIKE FREAKING SHOOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont mean nothing at all, Hey. I fucking know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-5845702912489348162?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/5845702912489348162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=5845702912489348162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5845702912489348162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5845702912489348162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/nothing-ever-seems-right-i-know-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-482436523172711819</id><published>2007-03-11T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:04:54.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg Ahpek told me like the best news ever! She found this on a blog of some RC person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crescent's performance was quite impressive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel sent Ahpek the link, and I got it THROUGH Hazel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pek thanks, you really made me feel better abt myself. :D Anws it was Talent time Auditions, being a short, sweet and simple person, I shall present it in a nutshell, children. Went t school at 8, went t get the hall, thanks NPCC! Practiced, perfected, and was so tired, we slept, listened t comments from other ma'ams, listened t them sing, ordered pizza, ate till we couldnt, bathed because we were sweaty. At this point in time, I would like t say the Hall Toilet like SUCKS! I dont know even know why I bathed, since it was so pathetic. Then went off to put on dance clothes and make up (since we were late). Did hair jobs for everyone, me and Hasinah got hair cuts by Yejing. The floor looked like a murder, with all the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed t HQ, people stared, it added confidence. We came in on time, waited in the holding room, while reaching for some last minute lip gloss. Some visits t the toilet, some nervousness. I had t remain calm, I mean, I only had five minutes t do that dance and get us through t be the top 5 schools. Went up t the Haw Par Hall, had some whispered encouragements. Went t the stage infront of the judges, did our thing, let loose, let go. Got great comments, except that we wore skirts. A judge said I danced well, but then, I dont know, I just got more saddened. Remained pissed through out the rest until we were off t Plaza Sing with squadmates. Why waste other people's time and mine being emo when I can be off having fun? So, I became myself and had fun at PS. Took bloody long time t find a place t eat but KFC made do. Even though I hate KFC. Went home, alone in the dark. The bus was a good place to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-482436523172711819?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/482436523172711819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=482436523172711819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/482436523172711819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/482436523172711819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg-ahpek-told-me-like-best-news-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-119587608340238867</id><published>2007-03-11T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T10:00:11.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RfNij_vqHjI/AAAAAAAAADc/qZvpzKqp6Cs/s1600-h/mepek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RfNij_vqHjI/AAAAAAAAADc/qZvpzKqp6Cs/s320/mepek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040480778503986738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RfNikPvqHkI/AAAAAAAAADk/o7yX0ByzJ90/s1600-h/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RfNikPvqHkI/AAAAAAAAADk/o7yX0ByzJ90/s320/pizza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040480782798954050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RfNikPvqHlI/AAAAAAAAADs/FWVrXwemTBg/s1600-h/rtyj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RfNikPvqHlI/AAAAAAAAADs/FWVrXwemTBg/s320/rtyj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040480782798954066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RfNikfvqHmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IKoyjfLMjtw/s1600-h/xiner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RfNikfvqHmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IKoyjfLMjtw/s320/xiner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040480787093921378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief gist of Talent time, I am lazy t upload the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-119587608340238867?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/119587608340238867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=119587608340238867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/119587608340238867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/119587608340238867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/brief-gist-of-talent-time-i-am-lazy-t.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_AoM0oUhtCfk/RfNij_vqHjI/AAAAAAAAADc/qZvpzKqp6Cs/s72-c/mepek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-3629519530848613138</id><published>2007-03-09T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:30:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DURGGA'S IN THE HOUSE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHORTIE ALIAS "MACHO TALLIE" ALIAS "ANOREXIC" BITCH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:D (Now we can sing, Go Shawty, Its your birthday!) You've joined the ahmak 15-year-old gang with Xiner, Hazel, Shah and other such senior citizens. Tomorrow is the TALENT TIME AUDITION! Thanks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;who wished us luck/said we danced well, and even asked if you all can come and support. We'll definitely call you all t come when we get through the audition! :D And to the people who asked if we are joining Crez Awards, the answer is still ..... Yeah, we'll again, tell you if we are! But it will be pretty relaxing itself t just dress up, join a few friends for a great night and be the audience too. Its a matter of See-How-Lah. Knowing its the last day of a hectic term is already such a blessing. Okay, I shall mentally prepare myself for tomorrow and the possible outcomes. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-3629519530848613138?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/3629519530848613138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=3629519530848613138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3629519530848613138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/3629519530848613138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/durggas-in-house.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-5467440544090982839</id><published>2007-03-08T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:15:44.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM STILL V SAD. /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-5467440544090982839?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/5467440544090982839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=5467440544090982839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5467440544090982839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5467440544090982839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-still-v-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-6393151758548280776</id><published>2007-03-07T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T20:11:22.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some think its best t keep quiet all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cant, I have too big a mouth. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talentime is like 2 OMG-SHIT-I-CANT-BELIEVE-ITS-ALR-HERE days away. See a extra star tonight and wish luck for us! :D Shocking News : I like managed to get into top 10 in class! V surprising, even though I did average in everything, looking at marks below. Like all the people I talked t had to see either VP or P or HOD or sth. Like who the f wouldnt get 25 points and below lah? Tsk, who asked them not t moderate. Teehee. Other than that, life has been throwing me shit so far. I dont understand anything of the recent, from Chem to A Maths. Frie/Kaswadi, next time, you point out to me those copyshits and we should get the whole Bitchbar to go and bully them. :D And ThanksAidaThanksAida for telling me Ep 15 is out! Wait, I suddenly remembered. Would YOU like t be called an anorexic bitch? There's only one person that I know who would. And that is Shortie, alias Lim Cheng Emo Yee. I am truly shocked. Do I hear overdue E Maths calling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Bye, with all my demerits, so it wont be long before I'll see you in detention soon suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT GO FOR LEADERSHIP CAMP. :'( I AM VVVVVVVVVVVV SAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-6393151758548280776?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/6393151758548280776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=6393151758548280776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6393151758548280776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/6393151758548280776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-think-its-best-t-keep-quiet-all.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-1767403000828691157</id><published>2007-03-05T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:17:32.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>edit / I have found out my horrible CT marks and I am v discouraged. Where's Oprah?! I like, need to do a video on my horrible exsistence and show it t America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed subjects : Chem (23half/50), SS (6/?)&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Aqilah for getting me that 1 mark in Chem) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average-joe-just-passed Subjects : EL (15/25), Bio (25/50), HTML (25/50), Lit (13/25)&lt;br /&gt;(RBC just killed my liking for lit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare A's (OMG) : E Maths (31/40), A Maths (28/40)&lt;br /&gt;(GWL was disappointed in my A Maths) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I only have like E Humans left which I screwed, since I mistakend the Tropical Monsoon for Tropical Rainforest or sth. Damnit, I promised Dad I will pass my Sciences and Maths, but I failed Chem. ShitShitShitShitShit. I have t wear my stupid old Converse shoes tom because that MDML or whatever has scolded me for "glittery shoes". Scream, SHAH, More stress has just been added to me lah okay. Shouldnt I be getting used to it? I mean seriously, what I talked t you for one whole hour, I mean the truth just sickens okay. I mean, WHY DO WE EVEN BOTHER? Please, I will just be a wallflower and watch the clouds go by, blow bubbles in the evening wind and listen to the same song on the ipod rather than. you know, the you know what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-1767403000828691157?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/1767403000828691157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=1767403000828691157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1767403000828691157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/1767403000828691157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/edit-i-have-found-out-my-horrible-ct.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-2554829191564690334</id><published>2007-03-05T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T09:13:39.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEOW XINER! :D&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE AN 15-YR-OLD AHMAK NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my feverish death bed, I have acknowledged your status of now being fit to enter a home. I am sorry I cant give you a big hug and wish you because I am not at school today! Haha you shall get a belated hug from me tom, enjoy your senior citizenship with that pink i/c or whatever. Okay Bye. I have swallowed 23 pills in the short span of two days. (6 sets of the doctor's flu, fever and antibiotic tablets = 18, 3 of Dad's vitamin tablets (he's a vitamin junkie :/) = 3, 2 panadol tablets from aunt = 2, total 23). I hate pills, they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; give me goosebumps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-2554829191564690334?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/2554829191564690334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=2554829191564690334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2554829191564690334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/2554829191564690334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-seow-xiner-d-youre-15-yr.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574212.post-5177494929683969494</id><published>2007-03-04T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T09:03:55.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fever has dropped to 38.3, from my 40 degrees yesterday. Yesterday was Aunty's 1st year anniversary prayers. I was, of course, dreading all the relatives and my mouth feared for all the fake smiles I had to give. But then, I got a fever and I had to lie on grandmother's bed, tossing and turning, and crying because my eyes were too hot. :/ Sickening. I dont know which is worst, the relatives or the fever/flu. I only managed to go to the Doc around 6 o clock. His luohan fish died, I think because he now has a lot of angelfish and goldfish. Okay Bye, I have nothing to write except my sufferings which no one will be interested in. Never ever eat Nutella raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a year, I didnt really appreciate you. I am sorry, but as time goes by, and everytime I step into your house, I feel that I miss your presence more than b&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;efore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10574212-5177494929683969494?l=still-unwritten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/feeds/5177494929683969494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10574212&amp;postID=5177494929683969494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5177494929683969494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10574212/posts/default/5177494929683969494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-unwritten.blogspot.com/2007/03/fever-has-dropped-to-38.html' title=''/><author><name>durgga&amp;amp;yj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02601088158891660372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
