<?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-9714730</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:10:03.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDreamALot</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi, this is a blog about me! Yes, It totally screams "About Me About Me About me!" So don't get sick of me. If you are, you're welcome to leave anyway. ^_^ Happy Holidays!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-114165336234758984</id><published>2006-03-06T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:56:02.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye. (:</title><content type='html'>I've switched to &lt;a href="http://theoxymoronic.livejournal.com"&gt;http://theoxymoronic.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt; . Bye bye Blogger, it's been nice having you throughout this whole year (or more). And the memories were good and sweet too (even though some left a horrid aftertaste). But I see a need for change. I'm sick and tired of this boring life. Hopefully livejournal inspires me far more than Blogger does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good riddance to you, Blogspot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see you all around at my new livejournal! (Relink please, thanks!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-114165336234758984?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/114165336234758984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=114165336234758984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114165336234758984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114165336234758984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/03/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye. (:'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-114161183359860834</id><published>2006-03-06T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T10:23:53.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYYYYYY!</title><content type='html'>I'm in LOVE I'm in LOVE I'm in LOVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Vivien Ng ROCKS (like it's nobody's business)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's Mon Armour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her Mon Armour is her husband. hahaha. Nevermind. I love Ms Ng. Yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so many people are using livejournal, I feel like switching over too. Some day when I'm free la. Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-114161183359860834?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/114161183359860834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=114161183359860834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114161183359860834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114161183359860834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/03/yayyyyyy.html' title='YAYYYYYY!'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-114121958702589122</id><published>2006-03-01T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:26:27.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Cliques and Algebra</title><content type='html'>I think &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cliques&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Algebra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; are almost the same thing:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algebra involves alot of "X"s and "Y"s.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliques involve a lot of "No"s and "Why"s.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In algebra, you can only add A to A. You can't add A to B. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cliques, A clique people only stick with A clique people and form double the power (A+A=2A). They never stick with B clique people (A+B=A+B).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can however multiply A by B in algebra. (AxB=AB)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing with cliques, A Clique people can &lt;b&gt;cross&lt;/b&gt; over to B clique and they form a combined AB Clique.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can divide A by B in algebra. (A/B = A over B)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliques can be divided too. But it will always result in a dominant clique. A clique divided by B clique equals A clique &lt;b&gt;reigning over&lt;/b&gt; B Clique.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In algebra, other than "X" and "Y", there's still "n". &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cliques, other than "X" and "Y", there's still "Anne".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algebra is unavoidable in life unless you are a caveman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliques are unavoidable in life too, unless you are a caveman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one obvious difference between &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cliques&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Algebra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; though:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have to form equations in Algebra. (A=B or A=C) That's why it's Algebra.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never form equations with cliques. (A Clique never equals B Clique). That's why they're cliques.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Algebra. I like Cliques. (: &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't like difficult Algebra. I don't like mean cliques. (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essential question is, is Algebra good or bad? Are cliques good or bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-114121958702589122?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/114121958702589122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=114121958702589122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114121958702589122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114121958702589122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-cliques-and-algebra.html' title='Of Cliques and Algebra'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-114119159197653126</id><published>2006-03-01T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:39:52.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;BUH-LAR-DEEEE Bullshit.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day she became a teacher, there was one minute of silence to mourn for the kids that died under her. AHHHHHH.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lousy day. Lousy life. What else is new? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-114119159197653126?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/114119159197653126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=114119159197653126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114119159197653126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114119159197653126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/03/grrrrr.html' title='Grrrrr'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-114078792909806636</id><published>2006-02-24T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:32:19.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to support RG Badminton Zone Finals =P</title><content type='html'>Yayyy We won! RG badminton was so pro, both C-Div and B-Div champions. haha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw Krystal and Ellyn and Xianning playing. haha. They were all very cute lar. Especially Ellyn and her perky butt. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And RI and ACS (I) was there too. They were playing against each other and RI won b-div and ACS won c-div I think. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was very high cuz I got to skip school! YAyyy. I missed lessons all the way from 7.10am to 12am! No Math, no lit., no geog. Nice. =) And I kept waving the school flag and it was such a dreary and boring job until someone suggested running around the stadium with the flag. I gave the flag to her and then she ran all the way up to the area before where SCGS was seating. Then she came back. And someone asked me to run all around the stadium. And so I did. And that was like the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;craziest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; thing I've ever done outside school. Actually it isn't, since I've done a lot of crazy stuff. xP&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the ACS people were boo-ing when I ran past them. And my friend told me some of them just went up to this group of RG girls and shouted, "ACS rocks". Like, what's their problem? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing against SCGS btw and one of their cheers is super funny. I think it makes them sound like puppies. They emit weird, high-pitched squeaky sounds. haha. Am I glad I have to cheer low. I mean, sure, it makes us sound like guys/cavemen/whatever but still cheering low is cool when you get used to it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I love screaming. Screaming. Cheering. The only time you get to release all those toxins (aka stress).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TQ and I were darn high. We ate, drank and sang. haha. And we were commenting on some of the guys' looks. Like, that one with bushy eyebrows, that one that looks retarded, hoho. Oh yeah, I think mostly the cute guys are the student umpires and the players, but I think that's just cuz we can't see the other guys clearly enough. x)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was our first time leading cheers. Leading cheers in public anyway. I was quite unsure at first but got the hang of it soon enough. haha. And in the end, the different schools were cheering for each other I think. Not too sure. I can be hard of hearing sometimes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the funniest parts were when nearly everyone had gone and only the people who were waiting for the last bus were left in the stadium. We saw the prize presentation but before that TQ, Vim, Vanana and I were just crapping and fooling around. OMG you won't believe the dirty jokes we come up with. And what's with the bush, the indoneisian forest and the forest fire. How intellectual. Geography!! hahaha. And exhaust. XP&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were discussing scandalous stuff. Like other people's love lives and our own (or our lack thereof lol). Oh basically we were just talking about which guy schools we preferred. Not necessarily romantically, you know. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TQ likes Temasek (you know why or maybe you don't haha) the best and I'm ok with hwachong. But common goals of dislike (or distaste haha)were RI, acs (i), cat high, VS, etc. No we're not saying the schools are bad. haha. It's just silly fluff that results from girl-talk. I shall not post the content here in case any principal of the above school happens to chance upon my blog and I'm dead (and away to Changi Prison probably and you won't be seeing me for another ten years or so and isn't that just so sad =P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I realise that I keep promising myself to pay attention in class and be a good student and study hard yada yada every year but I never fulfil those resolutions. It's quite sad how I'm so busy nowadays I just lose the focus on schoolwork, on God. Blehhs. Do I really &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;want&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; all these? I think I do but I don't have solid reasons in my mind. Am I really an abstract character?I don't geddit. I don't get the purpose of life. Even after reading some of that book.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heal the world&lt;br&gt;Make it a better place&lt;br&gt;For you and for me&lt;br&gt;and for the entire human race&lt;br&gt;there are&lt;br&gt;people dying&lt;br&gt;so if you care enough for the living&lt;br&gt;make it a better place&lt;br&gt;for you and for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-114078792909806636?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/114078792909806636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=114078792909806636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114078792909806636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114078792909806636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-to-support-rg-badminton-zone.html' title='Went to support RG Badminton Zone Finals =P'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-114061884681489076</id><published>2006-02-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:35:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes things just don't work out. Sometimes people just aggrevate the situation. Sometimes your life just sucks.</title><content type='html'>BEEP BEEP BEEP TOOT the EFFIN TOOT.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEPING HELL. BEEEEEEEP.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who's calling who selfish huh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought you loved me. My foot. Sacrificial. PHWOOT! Home &lt;s&gt;sweet&lt;/s&gt; sucking Home. Even mummy understands, now what's &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;your&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-114061884681489076?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/114061884681489076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=114061884681489076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114061884681489076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114061884681489076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/sometimes-things-just-dont-work-out.html' title='Sometimes things just don&apos;t work out. Sometimes people just aggrevate the situation. Sometimes your life just sucks.'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-114043582391862074</id><published>2006-02-20T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:43:43.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged! XD</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: I don't have a scandalous love life! I don't think I even have a life. At all. It all started because of me and my big mouth (which you should never trust, obviously) and TQ and her "Oh Jingyi is so bimbo/despo/going after all the guys of *beep* school". She does that for fun. Anyone can tell that one of TQ's favourite pastimes is to humiliate me and my oh-so-bimbo (not) ways. XP&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Thanks to Ngaman, here I go:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules -The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.Need to mention the sex of the target.Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on their page saying they have been tagged.If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target: guys cuz I'm straight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 points of my 'perfect lover' :&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He's Christian&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He looks cute. He doesn't have to be shuai, you know. Anyway I don't know how to define the looks that I like. Just decent-looking, I suppose. lol, why am I being so detailed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; chauvinistic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He is nice and sensitive and caring. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He is reasonably rich and gives me nice nice thingies that girls like every day (maybe not every single day, oh wells, haha).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yeah, he &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;must&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; love me more than I love him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MUST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; have a sense of humour, preferably the wheelchair corny lame kind (ahaha, quoted from Nicole)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Last point, hmmm... he must be faithful and must never comment about how sexy/pretty another girl is (or at least not in front of me, that's like basic respect). Oh there is so much more to add on to this list but I don't know... I guess no one will ever fulfil this list 100%. And if he does, I don't even think he will want me. hoho. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I've tagged:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever reads this should do it on his/her blog too! I'm too lazy to go around tagging people. haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've had a first today. My first time falling asleep during lessons. Literature. Surprising, isn't it? And it's supposed to be one of my favourite subjects.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-114043582391862074?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/114043582391862074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=114043582391862074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114043582391862074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114043582391862074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-been-tagged-xd.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged! XD'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-114014876013600133</id><published>2006-02-17T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:59:20.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's GET IT STARTED!</title><content type='html'>Wheeehee &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SLI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is OVER. Hahahaha. Fiel's performance was HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. Hotness beyond measure! Whooohaaa! GO Janice!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was &lt;s&gt;very&lt;/s&gt; a little nervous when I went up on stage. I think I forgot that I had arms and legs. My smile was stiff and unnatural. But you can't blame me. You only smile at a person right? Who do you smile at when you're walking on the stage and looking straightahead &lt;s&gt;and trying not to look like an idiot&lt;/s&gt;? The pillar?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't screw up my GOH duty. I feel quite bad about it. It's the only thing I did for SLI OT and I had to mess it up. But it's really very funny; the GOH couldn't control her bladder and Ayjay was muttering under her breath (right in front of my ear), "How do you troubleshoot &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; hahaha. Maybe it's God's little joke on an otherwise perfect day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I touched something obscene today! It's purple and sticky and squirmish. hehehe. XP&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an afterthought: Amanda Zain looks chio-er from a close-up view than from the view 200m away from her. And there weren't any eye candy (chewy chocolates, squishy marshmallows) present...not that I was looking out for them hoho. My eyes did not wander &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; to where the blue-blazered masculine creatures were sitting, in case you were wondering. You see, having a first-class view of Wanjoo and other chio prefects dancing is enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-114014876013600133?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/114014876013600133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=114014876013600133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114014876013600133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114014876013600133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-get-it-started.html' title='Let&apos;s GET IT STARTED!'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-114008964691148579</id><published>2006-02-16T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:34:06.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLI.</title><content type='html'>It's SLI tomorrow. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No smileys though. I'm tearing that plaster off my face. For now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-114008964691148579?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/114008964691148579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=114008964691148579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114008964691148579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/114008964691148579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/sli.html' title='SLI.'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113975124299839866</id><published>2006-02-12T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:34:03.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn out.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick and tired of all these. And frustrated. Is there gonna be an all-out war next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113975124299839866?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113975124299839866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113975124299839866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113975124299839866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113975124299839866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/worn-out.html' title='Worn out.'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113957259919712949</id><published>2006-02-10T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T19:56:39.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is pissing me off</title><content type='html'>with all the truckloads of homework it's giving.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French is pissing me off tooo. That old frog. And that alien language that messes with my brain, and makes me want to sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking what I'm thinking? It's that time of the month again. Ahh SHOOT.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't find the stuff that I've lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a messed-up girl, I'm livin' in a messed-up world!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113957259919712949?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113957259919712949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113957259919712949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113957259919712949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113957259919712949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/school-is-pissing-me-off.html' title='School is pissing me off'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113949560465730439</id><published>2006-02-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:40:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you... you made my mind up for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You can change your life - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can change your clothes - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;If you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna keep your jeans&lt;br /&gt;And your old black hat - cause I wanna&lt;br /&gt;They look good on me&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna get them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's over, let it go and&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bird that's already flown away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh it off let it go and&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you heard that I'm gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say you're bored - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can act real tough - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can say you're torn&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you... you made my mind up for me&lt;br /&gt;When you started to ignore me&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a single tear&lt;br /&gt;It isn't gonna happen here&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's over, let it go and&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bird that's already flown away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're over me, I'm already over you&lt;br /&gt;If it's all been done, what is left to do&lt;br /&gt;How can you hang up if the line is dead&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna walk, I'm a step ahead&lt;br /&gt;If you're moving on, I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;If the light is off then it isn't on&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's over, let it go and&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bird that's already flown away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really over him. I'm so over him. Who am I trying to convince? I'm stillll not over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fish. My life is so good now and all I can think about suddenly is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;? I need to stop listening to songs that make me all emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113949560465730439?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113949560465730439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113949560465730439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113949560465730439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113949560465730439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/thank-you-you-made-my-mind-up-for-me.html' title='Thank you... you made my mind up for me'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113947781689006526</id><published>2006-02-09T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:36:56.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm like, a Bimbo at heart (and a bimbo in learning)!</title><content type='html'>There's some new changes to my fabuloso family! Besides TQ being my main hubby, I still have Nicolo the Giggolo (who's like so yesterday) and I've just recently acquired Fiona the Fish! x) Plus I've had my fair share of flirting with Elaine my son. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, can you believe what happened? I was &lt;b&gt;about&lt;/b&gt; to pee in the tiny toilet cubicle (the one with the spoiled door and the squatting toilet) when I bent down to examine my panty and HUCKLEBERRY FINNINI my glasses started to tumble, rumble, bumble, falling right into the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SCREAMED.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (like a born bimbo should)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you to the valiant one who kicked my door and let me out. And my whole family gathered around the innocent and peered at my poor glasses which was floating serenely on the water (that's crystal clear, thank goodness!) And I totally didn't know what to do until somebody had the sense to tell me to go and get a plastic bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wheee... off I ran to the classroom getting my popular plastic bag and meeting Rachel who asked what was I doing with the plastic bag. I promptly replied that I was using it as a condom (which is obviously not true) and dashed back to the toilet, with her squeals of digust still trailing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I scooped up the specs, all wet and dripping, with my hand (gloved in the plastic bag) and dumped it in the sink. Thanks Vimilyn, Elaine, Nitya, Twinnie TQ, Razia and Nicole and whoever else that stayed with me through that period of great torment and helped me wash my specs! BIG THANK YOU. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyy. And I finally got to rest in peace after peeing out that huge gallon of liquid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went for the "Where I belong" play auditions, and guess what they asked me to do for impromptu? I had to pretend I was a girl buying a bra with my parents for the first time! LOL. I pretended I was this spoiled, whiny kiddo who was really determined to buy a sexy black lacy bra. And oh, I shall not talk about the details. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've learnt how to test if somebody is asking a question for the sake of asking! You just have to answer her question with something that's vaguely random and if she nods and affirms your answer, that for sure means that she is not interested in you at all. Especially if she doesn't ask you anything else after that. HAHA. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt; I love my class. I love TWO-OH-NINE!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113947781689006526?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113947781689006526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113947781689006526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113947781689006526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113947781689006526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-like-bimbo-at-heart-and-bimbo-in.html' title='I&apos;m like, a Bimbo at heart (and a bimbo in learning)!'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113945155880668711</id><published>2006-02-09T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T10:19:18.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taggie Replies</title><content type='html'>Haha I love you guys for tagging so actively even if I'm not consistent in blogging/replying! Muaxx muaxx muaxx. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like replying the tags! They're so amusing. If I reply, I'll just spoil the whole fun of it. Ok I'm not going to reply for now. haha. Unless it' sth urgent and I've settled some stuff outside the tagboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, this picture is for your viewing pleasure. x) Even if it's darn ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/97371245_ee0a8c39a1_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113945155880668711?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113945155880668711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113945155880668711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113945155880668711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113945155880668711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/taggie-replies.html' title='Taggie Replies'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113940885985331691</id><published>2006-02-08T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:27:39.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of you I never stray from the sidewalk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;br /&gt;I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery&lt;br /&gt;I will not break the way you did&lt;br /&gt;You fell so hard&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the hard way, to never let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side&lt;br /&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust&lt;br /&gt;Not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to fake, a smile, a laugh&lt;br /&gt;Every day of my life&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side&lt;br /&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust&lt;br /&gt;Not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you die&lt;br /&gt;I heard you cry&lt;br /&gt;Every night in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so young&lt;br /&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side&lt;br /&gt;So I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I tried my hardest just to forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song makes me wanna cry. I don't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113940885985331691?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113940885985331691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113940885985331691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113940885985331691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113940885985331691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/because-of-you-i-never-stray-from.html' title='Because of you I never stray from the sidewalk...'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113938195114328696</id><published>2006-02-08T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:59:11.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombified</title><content type='html'>Ahhh. I was darn pissed with Chinese lessons. Don't they geddit that nobody pays attention to them at all? Why can't it be more interesting, instead of making us learn the usual forms of writing, describing, blah blah blah. I was stoning. And trying not to nod off.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so tired of going to school. Really. What exactly is the point of learning things that you are not interested in? It's just the pure absorbing of information. I don't think they're digested at all. It's like stuffing oneself with spinach when all one wants is chocolates. And it's so sickening sometimes especially when I have to face &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; all day long. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying very hard to love &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;All&lt;/b&gt; of them. But it's so difficult sometimes. Personalities clash and all sorts of things go wrong. It's not just a want anymore, I &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to love them, to love us. We're all so different. It's hard to even tell if we complement each other or whatever. Do oddly-shaped jigsaw puzzles form one &lt;s&gt;perfect&lt;/s&gt; picture? This isn't rhetorical. Because if it were, the answer would have to be "no".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go for SLI rehearsal now. And later, there's French. When all I want to do is go home and sleep. Yawn. And my French teacher's gonna scold me cuz I didn't complete my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113938195114328696?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113938195114328696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113938195114328696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113938195114328696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113938195114328696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/zombified.html' title='Zombified'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113931840216694357</id><published>2006-02-07T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:20:14.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fairly exciting day x)</title><content type='html'>Let me introduce my new family. Twinnie (or more commonly known as TQ) is my son as well as my hubby. Don't ask me why, the thing is, I forced it upon her. And then out pops Elaine (Jumpity Bumpity Heffalumpity)who is intelligent and charming (thanks to her good genes) and also retarded (due to incest!). And Elaine married Vimilyn but I am utterly confused of their genders so I shall call them partners instead of a couple. Twinnie is having a mental affair with Simon. But I am very gracious and I've forgiven her (plus the fact that I am Number One in her heart even if she refuses to admit it XD). Besides, I'm a rich and fabulous taitai thus I have kept countless giggolos including Nicole, and many scandalous business partners a la Rachel and Debby for my own fancies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Elaine was very curious. hohoho.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahmummy (or Mamamia), how did Daddy cum Brother cum Grand-Daddy come to be?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was the combination of the worm and the apple"&lt;br /&gt;And Twinnie interjects,"Are you the worm?"&lt;br /&gt;"No I'm the apple. The worm is &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; dad. Wait no, &lt;i&gt;I borrowed the worm from the sperm bank.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was followed by raucous laughter. hahaha. We need Dettol to cleanse our minds. Seriously.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tribune Sec 1s' Welcome Party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was so fun! I didn't get to play much of the games but I think doing all the preparations gave me greater pleasures. x) Oh do you know that the Staffroom has a kitchen? I never knew about that. Do you know that You actually get to cook in it? We're not very good at cooking though. =) Thankfully Guojun was present, otherwise Pam, Twinnie and me would have been like a blind herd of elephants. And clever Twinnie actually mistook the hot water dispenser for the soap dispenser! hahaha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Pam is so cute. I think people with round faces are irresistably adorable. You get to poke it, pinch it and squish it. It, being their faces of course. But unfortunately, not everyone is generous with their cheeks. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little sec 1s look very likeable too. I'm looking forward to getting to know them. And terrorize them into thinking that I'm a mad girl from Mars. hehe. Now, I've already done that to two of them and they don't seem to find me very scary! XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, I remember their names. Elizabeth, Samantha, Michelle, Shu Lin, Chiew Lin, Ajuna? Ok. nevermind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I met my neighbour again. Haha, it's so funny, meeting him twice a day. I bet he probably thinks I'm stalking him or something. And anyway we have interesting conversations, very billingual exchanges infact, with him spouting colloquial chinese and me uttering in english. I think it's his school culture (you know, hwachong). Oh, and did you know that sec 4s in hwachong wear their jc uniform already? I suspect it's to cover up all those manly leg hairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of manly, I wish I was a guy! It's so awful being a girl. I hate my armpit hair! Why must it grow in such abundance?! Why can't these proteins all go to my eyelashes instead? And guys DO NOT even have to worry about hair, I bet they feel good about it since it just proves their masculinism or whatever. And if I'm a guy, I won't have that troublesome monthly thing, I won't need to lug a stupid baby everywhere for nearly a year, I won't have to worry about getting fat (because fat guys look nicer than fat girls) and I won't be so self-conscious about my appearance. And I won't meet so many b*tches. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN! I wish I were a guy. And sorry for digressing. It's not like it's my fault, it's just cuz I'm a GIRL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113931840216694357?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113931840216694357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113931840216694357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113931840216694357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113931840216694357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/fairly-exciting-day-x.html' title='A fairly exciting day x)'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113905523009074980</id><published>2006-02-04T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T20:13:50.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raaaaaaarrrrrrhh!</title><content type='html'>Yayyyy &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gideon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; rocks to the core alright! We're gonna show the new sec 1s &lt;u&gt;OUR STUFF&lt;/u&gt;, baby! Wheeee our squad is super super bonded. I love Gideon lots and lots and lots. I'll never quit GB (can't believe I was thinking of quitting man) x)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was hyped up cuz I got myself a new Roxy wallet! *GRINS* It's so beeeee-ooooootiful. So white and purple and fab and stylo rylo. Yum. I love Roxy wallets. I had a hard time choosing, ya know. Especially since I was all alone and had no one to depend on for opinions! (eeeks Aida zaf ppl where were you all? haha)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get myself a roxy bag and a roxy pencil case one day. Just you wait! Roxy + Jingyi = Fatal Attraction!! hoho.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with my mum tomorrow! Yayyy. There's this big annual sale at OP (an amazing 70%)so we're not missing it, no way! hahaha. And then we're going to some boring flower exhibition at Sentosa. Yucks. Plants. Nature. Not me at all. I'd rather be stuck at home doing hw. haha. nevermind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is so much homework yet to be done. Byebye Computer.  Hello Mocking Bird.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Yifei, I'm not pissed or anything, dear. Just sad that I actually skipped service for nothing. Anyways, I don't appreciate rock music. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113905523009074980?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113905523009074980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113905523009074980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113905523009074980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113905523009074980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/raaaaaaarrrrrrhh.html' title='Raaaaaaarrrrrrhh!'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113892941333166862</id><published>2006-02-03T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:16:53.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheee.. New Skin!</title><content type='html'>Yayyy I changed my skin! I've had this idea for a very long time. It's just that I've had lots and lots of stuff going on con-currently so it's been darn busy. haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick, scroll down and tag and say my skin is really nice. haha. No la, my skin is VERY thick. But It's actually very thin. I'm fragile at heart you know. Yeah. Whatever. I'm so HiGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finally finally get to say I'm toooo busy to blog every day. XD So I'm only going to blog like if juicy stuff happen. But oh no, juicy stuff happen practically every day. So I'll blog if SIGNIFICANT stuff happen and thou shall stop feeling bored from my incessant ramblings. (According to Ms Agnes Lim, rambling does not get you high marks in essays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;b&gt;love my Mum&lt;/b&gt;!!! She helped me with class decor all the way until midnight and she baked brownies! Yayyy. I had brownies for breakfast today. Yumm they make me so full that I won't feel hungry even if I skip recess and lunch. (I am saving up for contacts and random stuff that give me the occasional urge to splurge). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh and check out my very new wishlist. x) I've changed so much over the past year (it's 2006, silly!) that my wishes have changed too! And they're definitely definite unlike the last December holidays when my wishes were unstable, which was why I hadn't put up a wishlist because you might be very very kind and want to get me sth on the wishlist but after you've gotten it, what if it turns out that I don't want the thing afterall? haha. Just kidding. I'm a special kid. With a special need. At a special school (called Farquhar Girls' School). That is so out of the point. Nevermind. *BEAMS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113892941333166862?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113892941333166862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113892941333166862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113892941333166862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113892941333166862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/02/wheee-new-skin.html' title='Wheee.. New Skin!'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113870397296427960</id><published>2006-01-31T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:42:21.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shopping with my mum is a painful experience. Our tastes are completely different! I always yawn in boredom when she goes around looking at clothes that never seem to vary in design or pattern. It's always the same old top, the same old skirt, etc. And when I choose my clothes, she'll sniff at them, hold up a random t-shirt and gaze at it in disdain, thereupon rambling off on my absolute lack of fashion sense. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when she goes about doing things with extra enthusiasm, she picks up stuff that I &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;detest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and says in that annoyingly &lt;i&gt;sweet&lt;/i&gt; voice, "Heyy look this is very nice, that is very nice" when NOTHING is nice at all. Naturally, I grimace and she'll be muttering under her breath about my &lt;i&gt;outrageous&lt;/i&gt; attitude. The wonderful happy ending? Oh yeah, I don't get to buy anything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not Stupid too (or two? confusing haha) is quite funny but I'm pretty disappointed with the ending. I expected something more explosive, ok no I expected something more fairytale-like, you know, me the sucker for little-girl-meets-prince-charming or hero-wins-bad-guy that kind of happy endings (ironically, I'm currently listening to avril's my happy ending, hoho), more pleasant. I'm still quite numb to the fact (my brain just refuse to register it) that Chengshun (or chengsheng whatever XD can only remember Tom &amp; Jerry) 's dad died. Maybe that's why I didn't cry or feel particularly sad about this movie. I dunno why. It just doesn't evoke my emotions unlike how it made so many other viewers cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh no. I wish someone would lock up my money. I think when the money I have is readily given by somebody else, I tend not to treasure it. Or else how would you explain nearly 50 dollars spent in two days? Just two days. Oh my goodness. I need to stop splurging! Especially on FOOD! Because we all know that food just goes into your tummy, gets digested and some of it comes out in a useless, stinky chunk (or useless, stinky chunks). In other words, I can't stand spending so much money on food, something that disappears in mere minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113870397296427960?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113870397296427960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113870397296427960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113870397296427960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113870397296427960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/shopping-with-my-mum-is-painful.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113854830347184547</id><published>2006-01-29T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:25:03.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I'm gonna be responsible and reply my &lt;b&gt;tags&lt;/b&gt;. X)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Aida, Zaf, Roy and Aida] Can we like talk over it &lt;b&gt;privately&lt;/b&gt; during recess? haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shaun] Heyyy and happy chinese new year tooo. haha. toooo bad. pb doesn't make us clean up halls. Our hall is small anyway. easier to clean up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eveline]:)))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Weite] Happy Chinese New Year to you too! You sound so high. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yifei] Yoz! heh. Happy CNY. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better today. hehe.Yepppp I went out with my cousins' family today. Yeahh my girl cousin is crazy. Ok I went to her house first then we just hung out in her room and listened to music. I think I don't hate Jolin Tsai as much as I used to. But she's really not that pretty. And she doesn't sound that great. Oh whatever. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my guy cousin was playing the computer version of pokemon. So just watched him play for a while and then I played too. Yayyyy quite nice. I got my bulbusaur and pidgey until level 10 when I gave up. My cousin is darn pro. All his 6 pokemons were already level 50, except for this birdy thing which he was training. He wanted to fight those four pros you see and he needed all of his pokemons to be lvl 50. But he was tired of it and he just went to fight them rightaway. Oh mannnn! I think I nearly suffered a series of heart attacks when I saw the way he fought them. He kept changing from one pokemon to another even if it were the weaker one! And all because had played the game thousands of times and he wanted something more exciting. And admist my shrill screams of "No"s and "Ohmygosh"s, he finally beat them and got himself that stupid badge.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner, we decided to go take a look at the cny carnival near Suntec City (or somewhere there, not very sure, seeing as how i'm a navigation-idiot). Anyway, my guy cousin and my aunt and my mum didn't go cuz they just didn't want to. So my uncle drove my girl cousin, my dad and me over but halfway through, we decided not to go to that dumb carnival and we stopped at Suntec City instead. The whole place was darn empty! Except for Carrefour. So my cousin and I left our dads wherever they are and made our own way around Carrefour. There really was nothing much to see 'cept for the toys department, which I really really liked! yeahhh the soft toys are sooo cute man. And the cuddly pillows were really soft and squashy. Oh and Barbie is like soo yesterday. She should really keep herself update to the latest fashions. oh boy, she's &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; parading around in that old-age satin outfit of hers. I wonder what exactly I found attractive about her in the early days (aka &lt;i&gt;innocent&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;carefree&lt;/i&gt; childhood days). No wonder I screwed up her face with liquid paper.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still love those life-size baby dolls they have though! They're soooo adorable, don't you think? I can't wait when I am a mummy and have my own baby to &lt;s&gt;play around with&lt;/s&gt; look after. My cousin was pretty interested, like she actually had the intention of buying one but then when I was so enthusiastic about it, she became suspicious. And silly me actually told her I could borrow the doll from her if she ever bought it. And of course, she decided not to straightaway. aiyah. haha. nvm. Actually all I wanted to find out is whether those dolls' cheeks are really as soft as the label itself claims. When I really do have kids of my own, I hope it's a girl then I can buy her all the toys I've wanted when I was a kid &lt;s&gt;and play with everything &lt;b&gt;myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know those stations in the arcade where you have to control a claw to get a soft toy? I seriously think it's out to cheat us of our money! We tried like 5 times okayyy and we &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; ever got a single cuddly thing, be it baby micky, winnie the pooh, tweety bird or even small mini teddies. It's so sick! It manipulates our human desire to win by provoking our pride, and thereby &lt;i&gt;forcing&lt;/i&gt; us to try the machine again and again even though logically our mind is very conscious of the fact that we will never win! Arrrrgh. I don't care! I'm going to try again when I'm ready to throw out money like that, which is probably next year when I receive my angpaos again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know what, I think I'm infatuated with gelato ice-cream. They look incredibly delicious and tempting, being displayed in beautiful, perfect mounds. The ice-cream looks so creamy and smooth, you can't ever expect me to pass up on any chance of having it, can you! So yummy yum yum I bought myself ridiculously expensive ice-cream again. How clever. haha. I had the durian flavour and my cousin bought the cookies n cream one. Then we interlinked our arms and tasted a bit of each other's. hoho. Like drinking jiao bei jiu like that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I bought a huge piece of honey glazed chicken and my cousin got herself a pizza and we sat down and chomped our way through a very pleasant (and oily) conversation. Nice!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when my uncle was driving us back home, we passed by the cny carnival again and we saw fireworks and what looked like a very fun games carnival. So my cousin and I got down and went in, hopefully, for some fun. But uh uh. We didn't even see a ferris wheel! It was just kiddy stuff like the carousel and the train rides and the mini pirate's ship and the mini aeroplanes. Booooo. No fun! Why couldn't Uncle Ringo set up his rides there again this time round?! So my cousin and I just got candy floss and then got out of there. Our candy floss was purple! Whee. So funny. haha. I've never seen &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; candy floss before! It got all sticky and sickening in the end but still candy floss is prettayye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannn I feel like a pig! I bet if I were to really shake my flabby arms, there would be an EARTHQUAKE! Oh no that reminds me. Poor pigs. Maybe to them, they aren't really fat. Maybe they just think that being fat is being normal while we humans keep stereotyping them and describing them using a derogatory term. That's not being very fair to pigs, is it? Oh well. Sheesh. Do you think I'm being lamer and lamer by the second? At the rate I'm going, I won't be having any legs by tomorrow!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;HAHAs&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113854830347184547?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113854830347184547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113854830347184547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113854830347184547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113854830347184547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok-im-gonna-be-responsible-and-reply.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113846468267199962</id><published>2006-01-29T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T00:11:22.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't feel too special to me. heh. nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113846468267199962?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113846468267199962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113846468267199962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113846468267199962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113846468267199962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-chinese-new-year-doesnt-feel-too.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113836502861406573</id><published>2006-01-27T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:42:41.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. Yeah. I kinda got something figured out. Cool. Oh man. No it isn't cool. I feel kind of, I dunno, shattered? But I'm lucky! We're still friends. I mean, I could have just been avoided for the rest of my life. And he's being very nice about it. So I guess I really am lucky. Well, I'm supposed to feel like wayy more heartbroken than this. But it's ok. I've got God. &lt;b&gt;He&lt;/b&gt; loves me, forever and ever. Yayyyy! Praise God for having guided me and answering my prayers and now giving me this peace at heart. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Father, why is it that I still feel like crying but tears just refuse to come out?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113836502861406573?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113836502861406573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113836502861406573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113836502861406573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113836502861406573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113810940839191947</id><published>2006-01-24T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:30:10.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is driving me C-R-A-Z-Y.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the toppling amount of workload is enough to keep me distracted and away from all petty worries. As if.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, there's...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lit. TKMB annotation&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tribune article draft&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Petit Test&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Geog Worksheet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Another Geog Worksheet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And oh, Lit. Journal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; is that. And there goes my CNY hols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113810940839191947?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113810940839191947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113810940839191947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113810940839191947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113810940839191947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-driving-me-c-r-z-y.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113775236311325487</id><published>2006-01-20T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T15:00:05.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Fotos!</title><content type='html'>One despo Tzeqing plus one eager Jingyi and one cool new Imac and you get all these XD:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/89586089_bdb708eae3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice and normal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/89586090_62216d739b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to get weird eh...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/89586091_4105a795cb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hercules and squinty-eye freak&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/42/89586092_0cacbcf3af_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new flavour of &lt;b&gt;swirly&lt;/b&gt; mr softy is out now! You can get it at all 7-11 outlets.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/19/89586093_cb45c03870_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My twin and I and &lt;b&gt;Chicken Little&lt;/b&gt;. X)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/89586094_518adba76f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya I'm obsessed with myself!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?view=att&amp;disp=thd&amp;attid=0.7&amp;th=108e019574c69c3f"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzeqing loves herself too!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113775236311325487?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113775236311325487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113775236311325487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113775236311325487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113775236311325487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/freaky-fotos.html' title='Freaky Fotos!'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113758152280636825</id><published>2006-01-18T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:58:47.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"But unfortunately, you still have your over-achievers like the geeky wannabe from a top boys' school".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this sentence quoted from a newspaper tv review in the Campus Superstar forum. I am &lt;b&gt;MAD&lt;/b&gt;! Fuming, even. No I'm not feeling indignant for the contestant that's mentioned (he's from RI btw).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you all notice the many negative connotations in that sentence alone? "Over-achievers", "geeky", "wannabe" and &lt;b&gt;"UNFORTUNATELY"&lt;/b&gt;?. I want to ask that journalist who wrote the review, what is so unfortunate about students from top schools joining competitions such as Campus Superstar? Hello. You mean, if one does well in studies, one is not entitled to participate in singing competitions? You mean, they are not allowed to take part in anything other than the academic stuff? Oh I'm sooooo sorry, I never knew that! Fellow geeks, let's all just mug and mug every single day and no dreaming of becoming a superstar, especially no putting those dreams into action. Come on, we don't wanna be branded as overachievers or wannabes, &lt;i&gt;do we&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113758152280636825?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113758152280636825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113758152280636825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113758152280636825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113758152280636825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/but-unfortunately-you-still-have-your.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113750661129191926</id><published>2006-01-17T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:03:32.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rock climbing looks fun but it's actually very difficult! Maybe it isn't for you. But my unfortunate limbs refuse to co-ordinate. Oh boy, I wish I am better at it. But the prospect of climbing beyond that red line is scary! hoho. Nvm, I'm lighter than both my supporters. They will have a chance to carry me if I fall, how wonderful (for them, that is). XD &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy tomorrow is an ultra short day. So super slack too. HMT (which is frankly very boring), recess, aesthetics (we're doing MAMBO!) and then Maths (arrgh). Ok this post is quite pointless but I'm blogging for the sake of doing something since I have absolutely nothing to do. There's CLE journal but that can always be left till like tomorrow or something right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for Rgs Symposium! It's gonna be so funnnn! But then there's summatives before that, and the petit tests (oh dear, i'm skipping french tomorrow &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;) and that dreadful &lt;i&gt;you-know-what&lt;/i&gt; that I've been harping on a lot lately. Neeeevermind. I'm going to sleep now. So early right. Night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113750661129191926?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113750661129191926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113750661129191926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113750661129191926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113750661129191926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/rock-climbing-looks-fun-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113741289324295059</id><published>2006-01-16T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:01:33.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Happy Birthday Janice!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;My Special Buddy!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Have a Sweet Sweet Sixteenth year!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113741289324295059?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113741289324295059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113741289324295059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113741289324295059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113741289324295059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-janice-my-special-buddy.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113732539611469832</id><published>2006-01-15T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:00:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST - One Wimpish Escapade @ Orchard</title><content type='html'>There is really nothing worse than getting lost in a place that you've been to countless times. Darn. And I thought I was pretty well oriented with the whole of Orchard Road already. How was I to know my sense of direction was really &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was Mission-get-the-perfect-present and I thought there's bound to be something from the gazillions of shops in Orchard Rd right? Either it's a big SMACK no or I just went to all the wrong places. Anyways, I had to return my long-overdue library books - whatever, not gonna have time to go to libraries anymore, so there - and so I bravely went through the underground tunnel, starting from Far East Plaza, and emerged right into Wisma Atria. And from then onwards, it was a series of bold, exciting twists and turns until I finally found myself in Takashimaya! (Yes I'm not that clueless until I don't even know that the Orchard Library is in Taka). You might be thinking what is so bold and exciting about that, but I was utterly unprepared okkay! To tell ya the truth, I felt this slight, spur-of-the-moment sense of &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;pride&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; when I finally saw those words in bold, "Welcome to Takashimaya". Or maybe I imagined them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking, Hey, I could probably find something in Taka! My idea of a gift and Taka's idea of a gift must be W-R-O-N-G WRONG! Would you like a crystal ornament or a plate for your birthday? Or maybe trousers from Mont Blanc. Not that I can even afford anything like that. But there is a very cute shop, there, the better toy shop for better toys. Hah! Such an ego shop. And I thought the cuddly duddlies there were cute until I saw all those little toddlers and those parents. And I knew I should probably get-out-of-there-as-soon-as-i-can or else they might think I was an unwed mother or something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really starting to panic when I suddenly recalled Cineleisure&lt;br /&gt;(went there with some friends during the hols)had a lot a lot of those shops with pretty little things. No, actually, there's only one such shop, now that I think about it &lt;i&gt;calmly&lt;/i&gt;, More Than Words. If I'm not wrong, that is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I traipsed through Orchard Rd, looking so loserish that even despo people who give out flyers blatantly ignore me, and I couldn't find Cineleisure no matter how hard I tried! Somehow, I ended up near Shaw House Lido and I was thinking, perhaps by some miracle, Lido actually has a secret alias "Cineleisure" and I went went in and trudged around. But of course not, wth, Lido does not suddenly become Cineleisure just because I will it to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why, or how, but in the end, I still ended up at Far East. Do you think I'd just wasted that 2 hours yesterday? Though I got to try the Gelato ice-cream which really just tastes like any other normal ice-cream but costs almost twice as much or something. I tried the caramel one. It's too sweet even for my sweet tooth (and one cup is soooo small!). I could have bought better-tasting turkish ice-cream and saved two dollars. Still, Venezuela ice-cream is the best! Yum. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm really really glad that I &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; managed to get something that's nice and suitable for the birthday girl!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I have another blister because of the pain-inflicting new shoes. They are flip-flops, for goodness sake! Aren't flip-flops supposed to be comfortable? Maybe I didn't wear them the correct way or something. So there's like one blister on each foot now. Perfect match. heh. I should go and write "The Guide to Looking Stupid by Someone who isn't Stupid". How's that!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113732539611469832?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113732539611469832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113732539611469832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113732539611469832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113732539611469832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/lost-one-wimpish-escapade-orchard.html' title='LOST - One Wimpish Escapade @ Orchard'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113721384181622643</id><published>2006-01-14T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:44:01.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes I've just added some new links and I was looking through my current ones and feeling terribly sad. I notice that many of the descriptions that appear on-scroll are way outdated and I can't help thinking of the many friendships that are, at present, barely existent even though we were so close in the past. They're all messed up by busy schedules that ching-chong clash and dunnowhatelse. Things like this do happen and I'll have to *rap-rap* wake up and know that I am not living in a fairy-tale world where friendships last forever and everything is perfect. yadayada and pigs can fly and the school loves us more than it loves metal statues that can be displayed for the viewing pleasures of nobody. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not going to update my links. I don't want to erase those memories, no matter how surreal they seem to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113721384181622643?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113721384181622643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113721384181622643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113721384181622643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113721384181622643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/yes-ive-just-added-some-new-links-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113714871010416446</id><published>2006-01-13T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T18:42:03.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woooooaaaaa! This is marvellous! I actually got 11 tags. heheh. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Taggie Replies:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Elaine] Hello fellow Niner! Thanks! And do you have a blog too?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lyn the Byn] Yes hee no prize for guessing right? It's JIACONG!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[xiner] She seems to be enjoying herself in Hwachong but did you read her more recent posts? "cheering is okay, but then i always lapse into The Old School's signature lowandloud voice, and that makes me go all nostalgic"... it makes me feel sad! And I was thinking what if my parents forced me to transfer to HCJC or something? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ngaman] sorry! I tagged le. Ok I'll say "hello" if I really dunno what to say. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thashi] LOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[aida] &amp; [aida] Yayyyy! That's so wonderfulululu! hahaha (somehow reminds me of liangzi chen lulu)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ultra cute junior] Hey Weiying! hehe. Last night don't have time to add you mah! So now I go and link you kkay? Ehhh you really know who's my mortal? I think I know what she looks like and I know she's very cute. Don't tell her who her angel is kkay? Or I will go after you with a watermelon knife! XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man the McDonald's Rice burger (Fan-tastic Fan-baobao) is really really yummy and juicy! I ate the chicken one and I don't know about the beef one but I bet it's really good too. Actually, it's nothing special once you think about it, haha, it's just glutinious rice and fried chicken and lettuce. But their chicken is super succulent and tender, all the sauce dripping onto the lettuce and rice. Whoa. Fabulicious burger!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkayyy I'm stilll having flu and although I like my voice better this way (low and sexxayye and cool hoho) it is not fun at all! Boo. Stupid. I am very afraid what if I'm in this piteous state all year long? Sniffling and Sneezing plus a couple of hacking coughs. Eeeeeee! It's disgusting! I should really take my panadol regularly otherwise I'll never get well. But I keep forgetting! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? Agnes Lim is a great english teacher. She's really really cool (ok I'm not going to bother about her list of dead words in my blog. It's my blog and I say I write what I want! hah.) and well yeah english today was pretty inspiring la. I so agree that writing does not need any title or topic and that MOE spoilt it all with all the PSLE compos blah blah blah. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad because Prawnie isn't online and isn't talking to me!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm jealous because Wanjoo wrote Xiner a letter. And Janice buddiee *ahem ahem* &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;hasn't&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; replied my orientation note! XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And French is getting tough. Ahhhgh. Can you give me a stone please? Then I can use it to crack my brains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113714871010416446?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113714871010416446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113714871010416446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113714871010416446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113714871010416446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/woooooaaaaa-this-is-marvellous-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113706264088282263</id><published>2006-01-12T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:44:00.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. DC wasn't meant to be fun. It wasn't. But it was fun afterthat! hahaha. Elmo = Thashi. XP&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Zaf and I were &lt;i&gt;Singing in the RAIN&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeee....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shucks. I have french tomorrow. And I don't understand what the freaking notes are trying to say. So I can't do my hw. Blehhhs. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I really really love 209! heeeheeeheee. I love Vimmy the Vampire who sits near me (and who's also my lovely lab partner) and Charmbu who lets me poke her chubby cheek. She says my cheeks are springy! And Liying who whispers lame stuff in my ear that sometimes make me laugh! And Twinnie! Whom I stick together with nearly every day. And Debby Wong! Who is so talkative and entertaining I cannot cannot pay attention when I sit next to her. haha. And Debooorah! Who gets called on by the science teacher every lesson teehee! And many many more! Niners are so &lt;b&gt;CUTE&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sad thing is, I have flu and my nose is really runny runny runny. So I keep sucking fluid into my throat and snot (and mucus) harders near my nostrils. It feels like dry cement. So icky. And the really really sad thing is, I don't have any more tissues left at home so today I had to keep trying to suck back in all those liquidy stuff in my nose. But then it got worse and I had no choice but to go and collect a bunch of toilet paper from the toilet. And the whole 105 had to &lt;i&gt;LAUGH&lt;/i&gt;. haha. Actually it's kind of silly. But what's so funny? It's really uncomfortable. Eeee. I wish my nose would stop running and go and sleep!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinnie's mortal is so cute! hehehe. Yeah, but my mortal is cute too! And blur, like me. heeee. We're gonna make them mix us up man! Yeahhh! Cuz we're both from pb, both from ug, both being the only one from our cca in 209, and ppl keep saying we look alike. Don't we, Twinnie? hohoho. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113706264088282263?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113706264088282263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113706264088282263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113706264088282263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113706264088282263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113689728138148858</id><published>2006-01-10T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:48:01.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ewwww... Jiacong isn't HOT! She isn't. She isn't. She isn't.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say Byn, she isn't! hahaha. That says a lot about your taste! XP &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Jiacong is now on the same wavelength as Daniel Radcliffe (in my dear Byn's eyes I bet JC is eve higher than Dan). Eeee yucks! JiaCong = Dan Radcliffe = SO WRONG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113689728138148858?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113689728138148858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113689728138148858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113689728138148858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113689728138148858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/ewwww.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113687394505493685</id><published>2006-01-10T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:19:05.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya. I went and tried some blogthings (cuz I'm sick and bored and stuck at home doing nothing). It's kinda interesting. Whether it's accurate...heee... that's for me to know and for you to find out. X)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Dasher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/dasher.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an independent minded reindeer who never plays by the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Naughty: That little coup you tried to stage against Santa last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Nice: You secretly give naughty children presents.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Animal Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/animal2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Power Animal: Deer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal You Were in a Past Life: Panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fun-seeker - an adventurous, risk-taker.&lt;br /&gt;While you are spontaneous, you are not very rational.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theanimalpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Animal Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: September 24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand people well and are a natural born therapist.&lt;br /&gt;A peacemaker, people always seem to get along when you are around.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a father or mother figure to friends, even to those older than you.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy your role, and you find that you are close to many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Reliance on others for happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Lilac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: June&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Japanese Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/japanese-food.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange yet delicious.&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief, you're not always eaten raw.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Pumpkin Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/pumpkin-pie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect combo of uniqueness and quality&lt;br /&gt;Those who like you are looking for something (someone!) special&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Pie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now I'm &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; sick of this. hohoho but some are quite funny. And some are quite true. Ok nevermind. I think I shall go miniclip to play some games. haha. I wish they gave more homework or something. Ok no, I take back my words. X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113687394505493685?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113687394505493685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113687394505493685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113687394505493685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113687394505493685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/heya.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113672510784230478</id><published>2006-01-08T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:58:28.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm a good angel. =) Cuz I wrote my darling mortal 2 letters. And I'm going to write a third one irregarding whether she's going to reply. yayyy. Oh I was just wondering if this angel-mortal system exists in guy schools (I know it does in nygh). haha I hope it doesn't or that would be so DISGUSTING! hahaha. I'm giggling like mad now. Don't ask. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113672510784230478?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113672510784230478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113672510784230478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113672510784230478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113672510784230478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-think-im-good-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113664899727788811</id><published>2006-01-07T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:49:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;h1&gt;BACK!!&lt;/h1&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did ya miss me? Ok I'm sure you don't. It's just an one-night stayover. hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was OMG - really - tiring and fun! Ahhh I feel sore all over. I dunno if it's due to the fact that I've been running around in 2-inch high shoes, or due to the fact that I spent an hour &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt; to dance to the correct rhythm (which happens to be ultra ultra fast)&lt;s&gt;but failing miserably&lt;/s&gt; so that I can get in for cheerleading. Or maybe it's just because I slept approximately 3 hours on hard wooden floor, muscles all tensed up for fear of offending any of my mortal enemies -- ok la, stop being lame jingyi, it's just insects.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in response to Liting's question (although I highly doubt that she would ever chance upon my blog heho), yes I do talk to myself, sometimes. It's unavoidable right? Like how you just &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to sing in the shower. hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heh. The funny thing is, for this &lt;b&gt;Orientation 06&lt;/b&gt;, I somehow have this funny feeling that I enjoyed it much much more than some of the sec 1s. I don't know. They don't seem very hyper to me! But some of them are still very cute! XD Yeah. Sec 1s are very very cute. Just like how I was a cute little sec 1 too! Except maybe I was a bossy little sec 1! hee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you a lame and dirty joke? This is my favourite joke man! Somebody told it to me. But anyway, &lt;b&gt;Jingyi broke her leg while falling into mud&lt;/b&gt;. Jingyi is so lame and dirty! Do you geddit? *BEAMS*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm feeling high after the shower. If only Bean and Byn are with me. And then we can all go &lt;i&gt;couchons&lt;/i&gt; together! Mes Babes!! heeheehee. It's so FUNNY! I love Beanie and Bynie. And of course, LLP!! Loud Little Pie. And of course Thash! My BUDDIEE! Weird. I think I am like a natural in acting bimbo, like going all squealy and sissy-ish, like 10 000 times girlier than my usual self. Maybe it's the true inner self that's hidden below my outer appearance? hehehe. Impossible la! No such thing, I swear!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little disappointed that the sec 1s didn't learn the Austrian Song and "Wu-Ah" and the banned, illegal cheer (for internal circulation only). hoho. It's all the stoopid workshops' fault! I want to whine and throw a tantrum! How can they not learn that. Xin Er the very wise said that they can learn from their class i/cs and psls during psl sessions or something. Oh ok lor. But still.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. I'm having a bad headache. My brain is throbbing and my face is feverish! Ok I shall go bury my face in my pillow and wallow in self-pity. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Apparently, Jiacong is like "The next HOT thing". I don't see what's so crushable about her but nevermind. Bynnie who claims that she crushes Jiacong's dance moves says her dance moves are very cool. I think Cheryl Chen is even more cooler. She can dance SO well!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just some more random thoughts. Vivian makes a very cute baby. I think I'm going to have this strong urge to pinch her cheeks every time I see her. Or maybe not. And Nadiah is a goomziwomp TELETUBBIE! hohoho. XD I dunno what AyJay is but she looked very funny (in a good sense, I mean). And Bynnie kept laughing. Like it was the funniest thing in the world. It's not! The baby (ELMO) is funnier!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fire in the eyes..." LOL!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh this: "Thirteen Thirteen we're so &lt;b&gt;cool&lt;/b&gt;, IF you don't think so, you're a big fat &lt;b&gt;fool&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thirteen Thirteen we all &lt;b&gt;Rock&lt;/b&gt;, If you disagree, go eat your &lt;b&gt;Sock&lt;/b&gt;!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just couldn't resist myself. O man! The sec 1s &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; pretty cute. (And that includes my LLP or Vandi Bohali, if you like, whom I think is actually a sec 1 in disguise).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113664899727788811?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113664899727788811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113664899727788811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113664899727788811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113664899727788811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113651016630448490</id><published>2006-01-06T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T09:16:06.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi I've just skipped school and I'm at home now, sleeping and playing maple (and blogging).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun! X)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the computers in the library all hate me. Oh, especially the printer. And it's so unfair since I bother to buy nice nice paper to feed the printer and I never abused the printer with recycling paper or anything else that is too pooh-bah for her. So why is she doing this to me? Ok, actually it's the computer's fault. I can't understand why. And now I can't print. So I've bought 12 pieces of nice paper for nothing when I have two huge, perfectly fine stacks of AA paper right at home, and it turns out that I can't use them. Bummer. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells I think Orientation is going to be &lt;b&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt; afterall! I can't wait. That sounded sarcastic. No... I CAN'T WAIT! Seriously. I mean, I really mean it. Sometimes I myself can't tell the sarcasm in my own voice. My apologies. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113651016630448490?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113651016630448490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113651016630448490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113651016630448490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113651016630448490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-ive-just-skipped-school-and-im-at.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113645639068978797</id><published>2006-01-05T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:19:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>209 is a &lt;b&gt;funny&lt;/b&gt; class. =) I love Ms Agnes Lim! She's such a cool teacher. She teaches English and she's Vanessa's form teacher. Ms Ha is Van's CLE teacher. So on the first day of school, Ms Ha was like, "Let me count how many of you are in this class."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ms Agnes Lim went, "You know what? I don't really care." LOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Agnes Lim sounds like a cool name, like the trademark of Ms Agnes Lim. For example, just Ms Lim alone definitely doesn't sound like Ms Agnes Lim. &lt;br /&gt;Oh I kept seeing the "Agnes B." brand near Wheelock Place (right?) and it always reminds me of Ms Agnes Lim. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to 209 being a funny class. I think the people in my class are funny and cute and friendly. I like all of them! XD And I like my form and CLE teachers! Mr B. Chew and Mrs Anis. They are nice people. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like my new lab partner. Vimilyn. Yeah, the one in basketball. She's very cool. I'm sorry.. my vocab's been limited to cool/funny/cute/nice these days and I dunno why. But anyway, yeah I really am starting to enjoy myself more in class but I miss so many lessons in the first week of school...so fun. heh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just the first day of proper lessons and we're already getting so much homework. But &lt;b&gt;I AM GOING TO SURVIVE&lt;/b&gt;! I AM GOING TO SURVIVE.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf and I realised that if we hadn't reshuffled, we wouldn't have been so troubled over whether we should quit cca or transfer third lang classes. So &lt;b&gt;the root of all evil&lt;/b&gt; is &lt;u&gt;reshuffling&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice that the sec 1s are pretty much dead? I don't know. My friend's god-mortal actually asked her, "Do I have to reply? What's the use of writing these letters? What's the point of staying overnight for orientation camp?" Booo. I hope the sec 1s have fun this orientation, what with the tight schedule, the ever-increasing number of talks, and those &lt;s&gt;irritating&lt;/s&gt; HOM workshops.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's none of my business. &lt;i&gt;LIKE REAL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113645639068978797?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113645639068978797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113645639068978797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113645639068978797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113645639068978797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/209-is-funny-class.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113638100296442351</id><published>2006-01-04T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:23:22.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyy haha. I'm kind of cheered up today. I'm starting to like my class! yayyy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My french teacher is sooo funny! He's a good teacher I think. I don't want to change my french class! =( And what if Zaf chooses Wednesdays and Fridays? I'm not quitting GB. So Zaf, change your classes to Tuesdays and Fridays can? I'm rather fickle-minded. But I really cannot bear to leave them la. yepps. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I tell you about my funny french teacher? He's of South Korean descent and he claims that somebody told him he looks like Won Bin (you know that very very cute Korean actor?) haha but he looks more like Mr Kenneth Tan! LOL. I told him Mr Kenneth Tan is an indonesian actor. X)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are starting lessons proper. And I don't look forward to it man! I'm kind of scared, actually. And I dread meeting a certain teacher. Oh Oh yes we have to bring our thermometers! I nearly forgot. Ok phew.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I met two juniours today! Weiying (from nanhua) and Yinyin! hee. Weiying looked so different. She isn't a cute cute p6 anymore! Yinyin is my mum's friend's daughter. I last saw her uhhhh, 5 or 6 years ago, I can't remember and I can't believe she actually recognized me!! She was like coming up so casually to me and went, "Jingyi... blah blah blah". I thought she was one of my juniours from nanhua. Gave me quite a scare when she told me her name was Yinyin. haha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do the SE7EN thingy from Janice's blog tomorrow when I'm less pre-occupied with stuff. haha. I sound so busy. NOT. XP&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113638100296442351?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113638100296442351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113638100296442351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113638100296442351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113638100296442351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/heyyy-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113628177248118521</id><published>2006-01-03T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:49:32.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm depressed. And I do not want to bore you with the words of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://jinggey.diary-x.com/journal.cgi?entry=20060103" height="221" width="338" border="0" overflow="auto" align="middle" scrolling="auto"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113628177248118521?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113628177248118521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113628177248118521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113628177248118521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113628177248118521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-depressed_03.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113608805583479733</id><published>2006-01-01T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T12:00:55.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;2006!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113608805583479733?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113608805583479733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113608805583479733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113608805583479733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113608805583479733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2006/01/heyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113603750565502419</id><published>2005-12-31T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T21:58:25.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wells, it's what, 2 hours and 7 minutes to the new year!! haha. I can't wait to start anew, afresh, forget all my past wrongdoings in this new year. yeah but it still feels the same though and I can change my "Officially 13" to "13 going on to 14". &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Happy Birthday Vanessa!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So irrelevant but 13 years ago, a funkayye and funnie little baby basketballer was born! X)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today this Pastor (thank you short term memory, I forgot his name)talked to us about relationships today. And well, he said the appropriate age for people to date is when they've completed their tertiary education and they can earn money. But he says that we are not monks and we are not nuns (hey it rhymes!) so yes we shall still maybe fall in love but we have to keep ourselves pure until the right time comes. I was kind of late so I didn't really catch the earlier parts so I don't exactly get the big picture but still, I think it's quite a long time to wait. Like, I keep telling people I'll only date when I'm 18 (and the right guy comes along of course, who the heck would go around looking for a guy to date just because she's 18?) but now I'm not sure anymore (like, for example, what if the right guy or sth comes earlier?). And then along comes this talk. I wonder if God arranged it, like to help me understand certain things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Eveline talked about not compromising for the second best until she get to meet the guy that God has prepared to be her husband. Ok maybe I understand. But how do you know which one is the guy that's going to be your future husband? And then the pastor said something that's really funny. "So you don't go and try out here, try out there, try out everywhere hor!"  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've really really calmed down. I'm going to forget about what has been causing me to be so depressed over the past few days/weeks and like try to even treat (any prospective) crushes as good friends or something. Wheee. See, I've even removed the "heartbroken" thing from my profile! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went out with the Wonders today. This might be our last outing (touchwood) together, because you never know what might happen in the future. The worst thing that can happen is if we lose contact. But I hope not. And I'll really miss them a lot but there's nothing I can do about it so I'll try to live on or something. Not like I was going to die anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanana brought her sister along today. Wheehee she's really quite cute! She's called Rachel. But she is so unlike the "Rachel" in 105. haha. And she kept laughing when Aida and I brought Vanana and Rachel to the Turkish Ice-cream (yes... I finally found it, and on my own too!) place. But Vanana's had Turkish Ice-cream before.. so it wasn't the hilarious effects that I intended lar. Though it worked on Roy and Munya! LOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Turkish guy was really funny. But Aida thought he was freaky. ehhh heyyy. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we spotted this teeny magazine (Disney Girl) that featured Hermione aka Emma Watson and who her secret crush was (or so stated on the cover of the mag.) and Aida was so excited she went in and bought it straightaway. And you know what, it cost a freakin' $7.50!! Hello... it's like one-quarter the size of Lime/Teens/Seventeen/Teenage and not even as thick? Just because it's exclusively published in USA or something, it has to be soo stupidly expensive. And they didn't even have the pricetag on or something. And when we flipped the pages till that Emma Watson page, they said "Forget secret crushes, Emma Watson is wayy too busy filming." How loser-ish does that makes us? And I forgot to tell them they can find out everything about Harry Potter at www.mugglenet.com.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yayyy! My mum just told me that she bought me two shirts and another shirt for herself but she can't fit in that one so it's given to me! hehehe. Now I have 3 more shirts. How cool is that? X) And I just taught her to use MSN. Yayyy! Bye. I'll blog again next year. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113603750565502419?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113603750565502419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113603750565502419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113603750565502419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113603750565502419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-wells-its-what-2-hours-and-7.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113594492791731548</id><published>2005-12-30T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:15:27.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyya! I am sooo dead. I feel even more deaded than the last time when I stayed overnight for class chalet. At least that time was fun tired. This isn't even fun tired. Ok lar, it was fun. I mean, it's &lt;h2&gt;Orientation!&lt;/h2&gt; Whee... you're all supposed to get hyper and excited about it. uhh. *yawn*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy thankyou Thashi for teaching me how to password protect blog entries. Maybe when I'm like depressed or heartbroken again, I'll get to write something that needs password protection.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this 2-month holiday is over so soon and the new school year is about to begin. So fast! Wonderful... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not like gotten much rest or sleep over the past two months, so I'll bet it doesn't make much difference. Oh no who am I kidding again!!! Homework. PTs. Tests. EOYs (which are stupid excuses for exams). The mad scramble of getting all these completed. Boooooooooooey.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye. I'm off to live on a deserted island where there's no need to wear horrid ugly court shoes and go to school and go to a class where you have no sense of belonging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113594492791731548?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113594492791731548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113594492791731548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113594492791731548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113594492791731548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/heyya-i-am-sooo-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113586631942430083</id><published>2005-12-29T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T18:10:55.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing only lar. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://jinggey.diary-x.com/journal.cgi?entry=20051228&lt;br /&gt;" height="221" width="338" border="0" overflow="auto" align="middle" scrolling="auto"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113586631942430083?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113586631942430083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113586631942430083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113586631942430083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113586631942430083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/testing-only-lar.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113583716029406394</id><published>2005-12-29T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T14:19:20.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is too depressing. The holidays are ending and my heart has been broken not once, but twice! Can I please have like a forecast of any more misfortunes that are going to befall me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even take it seriously, that we were really going to be reshuffled (oh, like some stupid poker cards you use to play daidee, instead of being treated like proper human beings that actually do have emotions). If I only had! I would have hugged everyone and planned more outings with the Wonders! It's killing me, all the regret, and all the memories. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimism is the key. Ok... like is the glass of water half-full or half-empty? Blah blah blah. I don't friggin' care. It's just stooopid water. Whatever. I think I am really a stupid person. Like I only realise how much I care about someone/something when I lose him/her/it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And frankly, of course I care more about the Wonders (Aida, Munya, Vanana, Zaf, Roy!) more than 105 in general but I still do care about 105. It's like this identity I belong to. We call ourselves the Wondofivers, one-oh-fivers, and what-nots. We have bonded! How are we supposed to just melt away like that? It's Mission Impossible Four (uhh without Tom Cruise please)! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyy, without 105...,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss having people to laugh at my lame jokes which no one else laughs at!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss being weird because I know they know I'm weird but I know other people don't know I'm weird!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss having people to shout out random stuff to teachers with!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss having people who refuse to listen to my announcements and I'll miss shouting at them to keep quiet!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss having people to usher and chase out of the classroom to other places!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss shaking my head at their incessant and noisy chatter!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss bossing people about, even if they don't necessarily always listen!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my disfunctional family, with &lt;b&gt;Dar-Lynn&lt;/b&gt; and the babies!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss quarrelling with Lynn at the top of my voice!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss having people to talk about (behind their backs, of course)!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the crapping sessions every Thursday afternoon!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss throwing (various-sized) balls around the class every Friday afternoon!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the netball/basketball games we had (even though I'm not good at it)!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss our stinky classroom, the one we call "home", the one that's our homeroom! It actually smells of every one of the wondofivers. Oh yes it does! It's like a mixture of all our smells. I'll miss that smell!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I miss the &lt;b&gt;Wonders&lt;/b&gt;!!! How am I going to live without them? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a broader perspective, my class (209) doesn't have anyone I don't like, but it also doesn't have anyone I really like! Maybe I should just be Ms Invisible and immerse myself in work ( or mugging, pb, gb, trib, 3rd lang and guitar). But no no no! I am not that kind of person! I crave attention! Well, yes, like who doesn't. Or rather, I &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; a social life. OMG what am I going to do???? Yeah, I can just make new friends. Like it's that simple. It took me nearly three whole months to realise &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; were the ones who were perfect for me and it took me nearly one whole year to realise &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; was the right one for me. I mean like I almost screwed things up but I've got what I wanted in one area (and now, this!) and am working on the other area. It's really not as complicated as it sounds, sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, Monsieur Gilbert finally realised his calculation error so my french marks are really above 80 instead of the lousy 78. So yup, my GPA increased by 0.5. I'm not even that happy, what with all these that's going on. And anyway, it's next year that I'm worried about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Oh I am going to SURVIVE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO SURVIVE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO SURVIVE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO SURVIVE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113583716029406394?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113583716029406394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113583716029406394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113583716029406394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113583716029406394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-too-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113576550166953068</id><published>2005-12-28T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T18:49:23.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I've slightly recovered so I shall blog about the 6G gathering yesterday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was basically the usual messy thingum it normally is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were bored and the guys were acting like losers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Was that mean?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, what we did was BORINGLY ABNORMAL (what other word can you use to describe getting freaked out by some freaks and a movie, playing soccer, table tennis, daidee and then listening to yijiao scream at regular intervals because she was also freaked out by freaks) so I am going to focus on the "WHO" instead. I think the guys have become interesting in their process of developing into permanent freaks/losers (with the rare exception of a few, that is) while the girls are still as wonderful as ever. Sorry, I'm still a female feminist Frudo!! haha. That was extra. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first, we have &lt;b&gt;Shoujian&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;Coolie&lt;/b&gt;. I apologize but he is NOT cool however much he plays with his hair, gets all dressed up in sports gear, saunters in the rain or stands by faking concern but doing nothing while watching two pitiful girls pick up a soccer ball. But because he goes the extra mile and works really hard at being cool, I shall award his dilligent efforts and call him "Coolie" for being that &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; guy in 6G.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is &lt;b&gt;Zhujie&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;fly&lt;/b&gt;. Besides being pesky and irritating, like how flies are, apparently, he also shares the same interest as a fly in cowdung, or "bullshit". Why else would he be spouting the word "bullshit" nonstop unless he has a certain passion for it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, of course, &lt;b&gt;Yuxin&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;ever-faithful&lt;/b&gt;. After playing the guitar, giving a Christmas present, wallowing in the sadness of her absence and just giving her (nearly) eternal devotion, I do wonder, what else would he do for &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;? But I 'm not so sure if &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; will reward his sincerity though since she's probably too busy admiring cute trackers that hail from cheenaville.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... there's also &lt;b&gt;Licheng&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;GrammerGoneWrong&lt;/b&gt;. He is the only people who have not did anything acksept wrighting "Merry Chrismas" and say "did" when him should saying "does". But other than that, he's a step away from being a freak since he did not act like an idiot in front of the girls.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how could I forget &lt;b&gt;Kevin&lt;/b&gt;? The &lt;b&gt;Fairy Queen&lt;/b&gt;. This supposedly main character has so many freakish friends around him that they totally steal his attention. But always on the lookout for ways to bully Yijiao, this guay here never changes. He is &lt;b&gt;Fairy Queen&lt;/b&gt; simply because he crowns Zhujie the &lt;b&gt;Fairy Princess&lt;/b&gt;. Splendid. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's &lt;b&gt;Jonathan&lt;/b&gt;, the &lt;b&gt;Gay Grandma&lt;/b&gt;. He is soooo sly at playing daidee or any sort of game that I suspect he plays mahjong and daidee with old ladies everyday, while picking up their grandma-ish habits at the same time. And oh, he seems to love doing the twirling pirouette thing with his table tennis bat. Nice to know that we have an aspiring ballerina among us. &lt;s&gt;Yet sad that she/he has to be gay&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;Eddie&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;Computer-Addict&lt;/b&gt;. Well ok, I can empathize with him regarding his feelings for the computer. Oh yes I admit that it's an EXCELLENT invention too, but this is a class gathering, for goodness sake! Even I, being the ultimate computer geek among most girls, have a social life. *shake head*.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we have the &lt;b&gt;bronzies&lt;/b&gt;! Wheee. &lt;b&gt;Weishuen&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;Bronze Guy&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Edwin&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;bronze lion&lt;/b&gt;. I dunno if they are twins but I have a feeling I'm not going to be able to tell them apart soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! I forgot the most important guy in my life (or second most important seeing as &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; comes first, hehe). &lt;b&gt;Yifei&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;attitude-problemer&lt;/b&gt;. Did you hear &lt;b&gt;the fly bullshitting&lt;/b&gt; about Yifei's ap-ness? And did you see &lt;s&gt;her&lt;/s&gt; his calm reaction to that? Oh, but most importantly, did you see how &lt;s&gt;she&lt;/s&gt; he kept begging Ngaman? OH YEAH, LIKE she was so AP!! Eh Zhujie the fly, stick to your own bullshit and don't come bullshitting over other people's life la. Not everyone has the same preference as you do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say about the girls since they are so wonderful and all (including me, being the most wonderful one, hoho) but &lt;b&gt;Yijiao&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;b&gt;Moo-Cow&lt;/b&gt; is sooooo cute! Her cheeks are so chubby I feel like pinching her, especially when she gives the "I-am-angry-and-pissed-you-better-stop-it" look. Maybe that's why Kevin (and Shoujian too, who's joined the queue)likes bullying her soooo much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113576550166953068?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113576550166953068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113576550166953068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113576550166953068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113576550166953068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok-ive-slightly-recovered-so-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113569932564397423</id><published>2005-12-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T00:02:05.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o</title><content type='html'>Sometimes things get really depressing, don't you think? I wish someone would tell me how to password protect blog entries cuz I want to keep several issues private. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I realise that I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; live without &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;, but then again, maybe I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113569932564397423?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113569932564397423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113569932564397423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113569932564397423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113569932564397423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/o.html' title='o'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113552598832054753</id><published>2005-12-25T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:53:08.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha. I'm still feeling quite holly jolly because of the Christmas spirit! =)) Yesterday's Christmas Bash at my church was a &lt;b&gt;BLAST&lt;/b&gt;. LOL. It was so funny and interesting! And yes well I dragged NgaMan there and I have a feeling I'm gonna drag her over to cellgroup next week too! X)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to eat with my cousins' family again at some stupid restaurant at Geylang. It's called Shou La Shou (or literally translated as "Hand Pull Hand" but I shall be nice and translate it for you as "Hand in Hand".) and what restaurant has that kind of stupid name? And no, I don't think it's even a restaurant although there &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; aircon and all. But well the food there was quite ok and the service was pretty bad. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it even qualifies for a &lt;b&gt;Christmas&lt;/b&gt; dinner but somehow it doesn't feel like one. I mean, we were eating Chinese food, for goodness's sake. Oh there's nothing wrong with Chinese food but my idea of a Christmas Dinner is pies, logcakes, ham and a huge stuffed turkey, or even better, Pastamania. But no, my dad wanted to treat them at a stupid hand in hand &lt;s&gt;restaurant&lt;/s&gt; place at some ulu ulu place called Geylang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mum ordered this cold veggies thingy that's blackish, somehow. And I was about to eat it when I saw this guy in vests stretch his arm. Oh dear me. I can never stand guys in vests. Unless they shave, but that makes them gay (oh no this is my third time mentioning in the word "gay" in one week, i hope there's nothing wrong with me...). So anyway, I stared at his &lt;b&gt; black black mossy bunch of armpit hair&lt;/b&gt; and stared back at my &lt;b&gt;black black mossy bunch of cold veggies&lt;/b&gt;. Hmmm.. suddenly I didn't feel like eating any more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho but I'm so &lt;b&gt;HAPPY!&lt;/b&gt; cuz I bought new clothes today! I've counted just yesterday and the number of tops in my wardrobe which qualifies as "wearable" totals up to a pathetic 5 (excluding "Barbie" tops which obviously are things of the past, and tank tops that can only be worn if I'm hardworking and bother to pluck my armpit hair, and also shirts that make me look like rice dumplings). Therefore I am on a &lt;b&gt;Operation-get-more-clothes&lt;/b&gt;, a mission to save my fashion life, which is obviously in the dumps. I don't even have like, enough tops to wear for a weekly routine! And I am also very happy that I got those 3-quarter jeans to replace my old 3-quarter jeans that can barely be pulled past my hips now. Booooo! I hate being a yet-to-be woman, women have wide hips! *sniff*.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye. I'm going to sleep now. I'm currently making an effort to sleep earlier so as to salvage my panda-ish eyes. Nighty night! X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113552598832054753?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113552598832054753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113552598832054753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113552598832054753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113552598832054753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113544227266501972</id><published>2005-12-25T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T00:37:52.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Merry Christmas Dearies!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113544227266501972?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113544227266501972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113544227266501972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113544227266501972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113544227266501972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-dearies.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113535246269270461</id><published>2005-12-23T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:41:02.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no oh no oh no oh no this cannot cannot cannot be happening! It's a lie. I bet it is. It is it is it is!!! &lt;h1&gt;IT IS&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113535246269270461?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113535246269270461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113535246269270461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113535246269270461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113535246269270461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-no-oh-no-oh-no-oh-no-this-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113533297713827020</id><published>2005-12-23T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T18:16:17.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Yes I'm tired. Try sleeping for 3 hours and then walking around for 8 hours straight. Oh but of course you've even tried not sleeping for one whole night, ahhh don't tell me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I was so excited about RGS Reporting Day 05!!!! But it's quite disappointing since none of my nan hua juniours recognized me or vice versa. And I think quite little nan hua ppl got into rgs this year. Maybe all of them decided to go to nanyang? not sure. And the cut-off point for this year is still very low, 264 I think? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the court shoes nearly killed my feet. Oh my goodness, Claire and I were like Robots, walking in those shoes. A mono-techno voice would complete the whole package man! I really really wonder how those models in the super high killer stilettos walk at all. And they're supposed to be graceful and cool. Hmm...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drowning in my ugly green blazer that was also missing a button. haha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this year's parents are like really dao and stressful. Xiner told me she saw this parent pulling her daughter's ears and hair at the uniform booth. LOL. And another parent scolded Claire and Alicia Ang for not knowing the cut-off point of RGS this year. *.* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Babysitting!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee! Yayyyy thank you lianne for providing the balloons and balloon pumps. We made poodles, flowers and helmets and flower helmets. At first there was like only one kid, Ting Ting, if I'm not wrong. She is soooo shy! She just wouldn't speak no matter how much we tried to probe her. And then I dunno what happened to her, cuz other kids came. hoho.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's this boy, who is Fuyuan (a nanhua juniour!!)'s brother I think Yifei might know her. Yes I think she def. knows her. oh wells. Anyway, this little brother of Fuyuan's, called Jeffery is OMG the cutest! He is so white and fat and tender and soft and chubby, like TOFU!!! Sorry la, couldn't help it, I kept wanting to pinch his cheeks but you know I don't want to scare him. And when we asked what's his name, he was like, "I dunno." haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite is Mrs Wee's daughter Renee. And her sister Ruth was also there. Oh Renee is irresistably adorable. I'm sorry, I'm really really not a paedophile but I love love Renee!! There was once somebody was chasing her and then she just came up to me and wanted me to hug her or something. So I did. Oh she was so cuddly and soft! Like a teddy bear! Then I kept trying to hug and carry her but she kept struggling from my grasp. Hmmph! Fine lor. XP&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Halizah came along. I really like her too. In fact she's like the best-behaved one. She would just sit in a corner and quietly twist her balloons. She doesn't even mind not getting any attention, unlike Renee and Ruth, hehe. But I kind of feel bad cuz most of us were sort of not paying much attention to her since she's pretty quiet and all and we had to cater to the needs of the much more active kids. But she's really smart. And on the way back from the toilet, when she saw those open lockers, she went and closed them. haha. Such a sweet kid. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was Rachel. She's really quiet too. Basically, she just drew and drew. Her drawings were reasonably good! LOL. But she left after a short while so I didn't get to say goodbye to her since I was busy getting tissues for Jeffery, who has a habit of sneezing every now and then.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I played hide and seek with Gabriel, this little boy who &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;loves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; running, oh and jumping too! X) It's very fun to play catching with him. I just need to take big steps while he totters and zooms about on his tiny legs. And Hide and Seek was easy peasy, maybe even stupid but he had fun! And that's good. And I'm happy! =D See, when he runs to hides, I bluffs him that I'm not looking when I'm actually peeking in between my fingers. I don't dare to take my eyes off him, really. And then when I go looking for him, of course I know where he is but I'll pretend I don't and I'll go, "Gaaaaaaa-briel, WHERE ARE YOU???" in this sing-songy voice. hehehe. Same thing with me hiding, I'll go hide in the obvious places so that he won't wander off and get scared. haha. He still had fun okayyy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was debrief. I was sooo tired I just fell asleep halfway through, with my head down la, so it isn't that conspicuous, I hope! I never know the silly things I do when I'm asleep. XD So sorry to the ppl who were making presentations then!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Babysitting place (KS CHEE) is a very good place for slacking cuz there are little kids, aircon and Tom and Jerry shows (and Sleeping Beauty and Antz and Beast Wars Transformers X or sth) so ppl keep popping by. Quite interesting. heh. And Ngaman came too, to take photos. I hope she's going to send me the photos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I kissed a total of 2 cute little girls!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113533297713827020?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113533297713827020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113533297713827020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113533297713827020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113533297713827020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113517536848249550</id><published>2005-12-21T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T22:29:28.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG My dad is sooo gay (translation: jolly, happy, exhilarated, in estascy)! He actually applied &lt;font color="green"&gt;Amway&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="red"&gt;Body Series&lt;/font&gt; Essential Body Care &lt;font color="green"&gt;G &amp; H Lotion&lt;/font&gt; all over his ears! *MANIAC LAUGHTER*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113517536848249550?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113517536848249550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113517536848249550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113517536848249550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113517536848249550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/omg-my-dad-is-sooo-gay-translation.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113514108343358212</id><published>2005-12-21T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T13:16:54.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7783/719/320/P1010210.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thashi was (almost) freaking out over buying courtshoes so she got me to take pictures of my newly-bought ones for her. LOL. The more I look at it the more I'm convinced that they are freaking ugly. Ewwwwwwwwdigoomp. At least they were cheap. X) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look, it's the attack of the &lt;strong&gt;Bacourthomosmellyeatinggreetazie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7783/719/320/tabacourgreeshoezimoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeee... see, their teeth have cavities. I bet it's because they never use Listerine to rinse their mouth after chewing human feet. But at least they can use our toenails as toothpicks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113514108343358212?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113514108343358212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113514108343358212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113514108343358212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113514108343358212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/thashi-was-almost-freaking-out-over.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113513045141727183</id><published>2005-12-21T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:00:51.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yifei says I'm too plain and normal, in other words, boring. I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not!!!! Anyone who knows me knows I'm &lt;b&gt;weird&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;lame&lt;/b&gt;. Maybe &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; doesn't know me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm trying to find back the feeling of being myself tooo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113513045141727183?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113513045141727183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113513045141727183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113513045141727183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113513045141727183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/yifei-says-im-too-plain-and-normal-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113491797820238677</id><published>2005-12-18T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T23:18:10.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm a stubborn and stupid person. Why else would I go somewhere, fully knowing it would make me sad all over again?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, the xmas shopping trip with yifei, ngaman, kevin and licheng today was fun fun fun. haha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, for the first time in my adolescent life, I wore a skirt!!! It's pink and flared and pretty. LOL. But I dunno if it looks ok on me although yifei claims that I'm the kind of girl who wears skirts. Whatever. And she's the kind of boy who's allowed to wear skirts. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose I looked normal enough since nobody made any snide comments about it. *Phew*. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know, I'm a fashion sadcase, I cannot dress up like if my life depended on it. That's why I better stick to being a normal plain &lt;s&gt;jane&lt;/s&gt; jingyi. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this little rhyme in my head right now. They all say Shaun is &lt;b&gt;gay&lt;/b&gt; and what I can only do is nod and say &lt;b&gt;okay&lt;/b&gt;. hoho. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really happy that I finally managed to shop within, or even beyond my budget! I bought so many stuff for so little money. I'm happy! Yayyyy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't watch any movie in the end cuz the timings were all wrong wrong wrong. So we went to the arcade instead. And we played the hockey thingy. Oh boy kevin and I lost against licheng and yifei cuz they cheated! And we lost by a narrow margin, 13 - 11, I think. But it was really funny la, the puck kept flying off the board. haha. And ngaman is not good at this. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suck at car racing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then shopping all the way! I love shopping. So much so that I can never get tired of shopping. I bet if I marry a rich husband, I'll go buy stuff at Taka and the rest of Orchard Rd every day. haha no no no. I better earn my own money. Males are not dependable. =) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boys were bored stiff at the earrings. funny. but I love the earrings even though i don't have an ear hole. I'm buying them for you and you and you out there. X)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yifei had to leave earlier cuz she had to go to the airpot. It's her first time going there so she's doubly excited! XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still a direction-idiot. I can never remember where each place is. Bo0. Then I couldn't treat them to Turkish ice-cream (cheap thrill!!) and took them on a wild goose's chase and i got a pissed-look from licheng.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the waffles at Gelare at Far East rock! Oh they are nicer than venezuela icecream. yum yum. I love them!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to guardian and we messed around with lipstick and then we also fooled around Far east and got dirty looks from passers-by and salespeople. haha I've never felt so naughty before. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kevin and nga man went home and only licheng and I went to take the bus. Awkwardness! LOL. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND I'm so excited about Christmas. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113491797820238677?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113491797820238677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113491797820238677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113491797820238677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113491797820238677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-im-stubborn-and-stupid-person.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113482845596606024</id><published>2005-12-17T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T22:07:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I just found out that Dragostea Din Tei is partly sung in french! LOL. It sounded so jap. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just came back from church (Youth Impact!) and I think it's gonna have a great impact on my life now. Yeah. Trust me, God is really really wonderful. Do you want to come to my church with me? It's really fun and meaningful. And I mean it. I was brought there by Alicia at first and I'm still not that close with the ppl in my cellgroup but I think things will get better. =) Anyway, then after cellgroups right, there was praise and worship (they call it saturday nite life) and then cuz I was late because of some stuff, I was separated from Alicia (and my cellgroup) and found myself sitting next to this guy. I still don't know his name. Oops, I forgot to ask. But anyway, he's quite nice lar cuz I just took the seat next to him and didn't know that a little girl, Tammy, had actually occupied my seat earlier. So yea he didn't ask me to go away or anything and then Tammy and he just shared one seat. I felt kind of bad so yeah in the end i shifted a little towards the side la so they can have more space.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, my point is, we started talking and I found out that Tammy had been deaf - she's only like 4 or 5 - earlier but then they prayed and prayed and prayed and she was healed by God. And then she can hear now! It's so ... I dunno how to describe it la but it's just so miraculous and great. Those who went on mission trips, apparently, saw lots more miracles. And I want to go on one too, next year! I'll try to convince my parents.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. I'm so relived now (points to the previous posts) that I know I can depend on God for everything. And I believe in Him so I'll just leave everything to Him. But still I'm kinda sad now that I missed YI camp. They had so much fun! But it's not like I can help it la, I was kinda busy during the week. I hope next year, YI Camp would be held like in a week which I'm completely free. That would be so good and so miraculous but anyway, I hope that you would try and come to church with me and experience it for yourself. And then I hope you would love it as much as I do. =) You can sms me if you're interested, or e-mail me or msn me or whatever. Just tell me k? I'll be there with you so you can like have a friend close by. Anyway, my whole point is not so much as in promoting my church but more like, to convince you to go. I hope you're convinced. No?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really cut down on my usage of "Anyway"s, it's getting a bit irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113482845596606024?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113482845596606024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113482845596606024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113482845596606024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113482845596606024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/omg-i-just-found-out-that-dragostea.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113478944637993252</id><published>2005-12-17T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:17:26.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School really takes my mind off stuff. lol. I feel so much better after pre-o training. yeah anyway, I think I am really really silly. I'll bet ** doesn't even care so why do I bother so much? Arrrgh. Thashi's right man. But I haven't got the guts to, you know, do it. I'm not like making a lot of sense here so I should just stop talking about this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, have you ever have encountered something which makes you feel really inferior? And then you just keep wondering if it's a fact. Like, if it's a fact that you are selfish and self-centred and rude. If it's a fact that you are detestable and unlikeable (and uncrushable). If it's a fact that you are ugly and stupid. If it's a fact that you are jealous and sensitive and lazy. If it's a fact that you are always sinning. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really getting insane. I'm sure I've told some of you I'm heartbroken and I dunno why I did that. I guess I'm all crazy again. I mean, that isn't something you tell random people whom you meet at school and sit next to. I'm such a loser. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L-O-S-E-R. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113478944637993252?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113478944637993252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113478944637993252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113478944637993252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113478944637993252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/school-really-takes-my-mind-off-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113466071956739971</id><published>2005-12-15T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T23:31:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sad. Cuz I just discovered a terrible truth that I either suspected but refused to believe without concrete evidence, or I was oblivious to. Oh no!! I feel like a loser. Stupid stupid me. Eeeeeeeee! Get away from me, you horrible horrible feeling! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113466071956739971?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113466071956739971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113466071956739971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113466071956739971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113466071956739971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113446972525018015</id><published>2005-12-13T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:20:53.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been away cuz I went to the ultimate &lt;h2&gt;&lt;u&gt;6g Class Chalet 05&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Woohooo!!! Damn fun!!! Most fun class gathering I've ever been to, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Yuxin for organizing it and Ms Heng for organizing it &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; paying for all the expenses, including treating us to a very expensive jap dinner. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was located at East Coast Park and I was kinda worried because it was really small and I was thinking how is that going to contain all of us there? Especially if we are going to stay overnight? But then I needn't have worried cuz most of the time half the group of us just stayed outside and played and the other half stayed inside and played and made excessive noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, all was fine (and boring) when we all just went to the beach and the girls played Freeze &amp;amp; Melt - or what Yifei calls Iceman, and the boys were ...what is it they were doing ah? Oh yes, &lt;i&gt;loitering&lt;/i&gt;. Yup, they were loitering and being told by Ms Heng to &lt;i&gt;keep an eye&lt;/i&gt; on Xinyi and Yijiao who strayed away from the group and dangerously near the ocean, or the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the boys started spraying water using empty bottles on the girls and it was an - almost - all-out war. The boys claimed that Xinyi and Yijiao started it but seeing is believing, and I didn't see that, so whatever. XD And of course I had to take revenge. But of course, I failed miserably. I can't even win a girl in this kind of thing, how can I win a boy? Oh yes, the interesting weapon was a teddy bear that we used to soak in water and sand and throw at each other. Poor Teddy, I bet you feel mistreated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Yifei came up with a &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;brilliant&lt;/i&gt; plan, and that was to steal the boys' shoes. Oh, very very unfortunately for yijiao and xinyi, their shoes were together with the boys' shoes and i think we (yifei and I) messed up their shoes. oops, sorry! haha. And Yifei took this small pair of sandals and I took this huge pair of slippers (that turned out to be yuxin's) and all the boys just came chasing indignantly after us. Oh well, I threw yuxin's slippers down anyway, although I have no idea why. I think it was because I'm an impulsive idiot (alliteration, btw). But Yifei hung on to her sandals but when she finally sat down, out of breath, the boys and her realised that the sandals didn't even belong to any boy. uh, You guessed it, they were Xinyi's!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then all of us went back to the tiny chalet to wash the sand and saltwater out of our hair, face, legs, everything and we started to have snacks and play uno. But Yifei didn't want to be stuck in there I guess so she dragged me along with her outside. And we rented bicycles. But I shall not bluff you and say that &lt;i&gt;I am a champion bike rider and everyone, including the boys, were in awe of me cuz I could ride faster than any of them and that I thrashed them in all the bike races and they were so impressed with me they decided to treat me to tea.&lt;/i&gt; But instead, I shall very simply say that I rented a trainer bike and it got me a heck lot of teasing. But then I was very brave and clung to Yifei while they made fun of me and my bike. Poor bike, she's innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's something that everyone has been harping on a lot and I bet the persons involved are sick of it but I don't care! It's my liberty to write what I like and I don't think they will read my blog but anyway Xinyi's leg was hurt cuz she fell down from her bike (she went and rented one) and a certain &lt;i&gt;rongrong&lt;/i&gt; was very concerned about her. And then when yifei was teasing &lt;i&gt;rongrong&lt;/i&gt; about that, a certain yx was very pissed off with &lt;i&gt;rongrong&lt;/i&gt; for the "public display of affection" (I meant that the literal way and not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; way, you idiot) and yx was saying *QUOTE* can you don't be so public? *UNQUOTE*. Anyway, sources are not very reliable but hahahah it's interesting, and neither party (excluding xinyi) has denied rumours. Well, all's fair in love and war. Ho Hum. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;i&gt;anyway&lt;/i&gt;, I had a fun time and got a lot of exercise riding the bike and maybe that's why I'm suddenly 1kg slimmer, 46 kg! OMG yayyy! I'm like 1 kg closer to my 45-kg target! &lt;i&gt;And 3 kg closer to my 43kg target, but let's wait till I reach 45 kg first&lt;/i&gt; Maybe I should ride a bike every day, but anyway my last bike was stolen and that's why I couldn't get a chance to learn to ride a bike okayy! It's so not my fault! But actually it is, but oh well. And I dooo want to learn, aiyah, one day I'll learn lar, maybe some day I can convince my mum to buy me another bike after the last bike got abandoned and chained near my flat and got stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yifei and I played badminton and then we played doubles with Shaun and Jonathan. No, they did not thrash us! XP I suppose we thrashed them, but I was definitely a loser, bigtime man! I dunno why lar, I just can't play doubles well. And that time I got the Buckle team to lose in the house competition and vanessa thought I didn't know how to play badminton because of that. eeeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we got tired of badminton and they wanted to play cards so I tagged along and learnt how to play daidi! haha. I'm not surprisingly very slow at card games and it took me a while to figure out that game but before that I just anyhow-ed my cards and duh, lost nearly every round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was dinner at a jap place that was near McDonald's and it was Ms Heng's treat. She sponsored us $8 each. hehe. I think she's really nice and generous and a totally GREAT teacher. Aiyah, I miss her. I wish she had taught me this year. &gt;&lt;&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; slept throughout the whole night and we played cards while Ms Heng slept. haha. There was Blackjack, cheat and then Poker (which we only played like 2 times). I tell you ah, my luck was seriously quite good last night, like I got a lot of good cards it's just that I didn't have the brains to strategize and win or I would have won more I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Warning* Daidi, Blackjack, Poker, Bridge and all other gambling card games and poker cards are banned in school. DO NOT BRING POKER CARDS TO SCHOOL OR PLAY DADI WITH UNO CARDS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Ms Heng woke up and we had breakfast at Mac's at 7. And we were like the living dead, zombies. And then we went back to the chalet, collapsed onto the beds and went to sleep rightaway, but not me since I have something of an insomnia problem. And I heard light snoring. I wonder who was it. Anyway, we were all awaken by 10.00 cuz we had to check out by 10.30 and Ms Heng drove us all home. And Yifei still had to go to J8 to meet Violet and her other friend for Campus Superstar. I pity her. And after reaching home, I checked my e-mail (Jingyi instincts) and then slept straight until 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73136454_4589afa86e.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Xinyi looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/73136450_8acbc0575f.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why Ms Heng is staring pointedly at Violet and having that weird look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my mum just saw this and said that Ms Heng looks old. Really meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/73136452_1539117aac.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet looks like she's sucking her finger (tho she seriously isn't).. lol I dunno why that made me hysterical last night.. must have been the overdose of caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/73137375_2fc56dbeb7.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yifei&lt;/b&gt;: Bzzzzzzzzz Shaun why you hiding from the camera, you loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shaun&lt;/b&gt;: Sorry lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73136453_e54746ae25.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you all have to be so shy and escape once the mighty mighty camera appears? *maniac laughter*&lt;br /&gt;And Shaun, get out from under that pillow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73136449_a482674a11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the boys are making fun of Yifei's gender again. Yifei's being indignant.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least she isn't in denial, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and eewwww... that's Kevin's braces you are staring at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/73137374_6adeb8e85a.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When&lt;/b&gt; - 5.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/b&gt; - playing BlackJack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where&lt;/b&gt; - Gambling Den &lt;i&gt;aka&lt;/i&gt; 6G Chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/73136451_c9648c42b3.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I see Buses, I see Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Jonathan's BlackJack cards!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I know it's lame. But I didn't get to sleep the whole of last night you know!! It's&lt;br /&gt;already a miracle that my brain still functions. Yeah, at least I'm still thinking. And alive. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113446972525018015?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113446972525018015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113446972525018015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113446972525018015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113446972525018015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-been-away-cuz-i-went-to-ultimate.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113379807595954299</id><published>2005-12-05T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:54:36.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just went jogging. I'm hoping, like what my mum and thashi both testified, that, it, will, work, wonders with destroying my stubborn and like, indestructible fats. =) I think it works, I mean I feel so much looser! I think that's how it feels when your fats are burning. Like. Real.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I'm still in a very good mood cuz I smell nice. Yayyy! I'm using Feather Shampoo now (makes your hair as smooth and silky as a feather) and although Dove Shampoo is creamlicious and forever the no. 1 in my heart, a fresh change of shampoo is always nice. XD My hair &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; really really really much much smoother, I grin in glee!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hereby declare that I am an &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; Olive&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; person!! Because Feather Shampoo is made with olive (and avacados) and my BO smells like olives too. I dunno if it is BO but apparently, my friend who had the privellege of &lt;i&gt;smelling&lt;/i&gt; me says that I smell like olives and she didn't say it smelt unpleasant so maybe it isn't BO. But, &lt;i&gt;anyway&lt;/i&gt;, I have never smelt an olive in my whole life (seen and tasted one maybe, smell that horrible yellowish-brownish thingy, never...) so I cannot understand why. But still, I am an &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olive&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; person. So yayyy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm using a new body shampoo too! Now I'm using Ginvera! The one that's destressing (not like it actually works, but oh well) and is made with neroli and oranges but smells and looks like strawberry (because it's pink). So I assume that I am a very &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;organic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; person, what with olives and avacados and oranges and neroli (which is also oranges) and strawberries and mint (as in the mint in the toothpaste). Ooooo I am just so excited!! haha. Because now I smell as nice as my mum! I used to stink (because I sweat a lot) even after shower and then my mum smelt so nice and I was like, WHAT THE HELL!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just realised, a minute ago, that I stinked because my clothes stinked because I did not dilligently hung them in my wardrobe and got them all stunk up by the oily thingums from my mum's cooking in the kitchen. And also I removed the soap from the drawer that stored my clothes (because of PIT camp XD) that's why when I smelt my clothes just now, I got a very awful shock and now I'm wearing my mum's clothes because I can't bear to stink up the nice nice smell I just got from showering and showering detergents. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Project Runway&lt;/b&gt; SO ROCKS!! You know that? OMG I think it's the best reality show of the year, not this year definitely since Channel 5 usually shows shows that are kind of passe in where the shows originate from. You know, like the Apprentice that was recently over, the one with Kendra and Tanna, it's like only Season 3 in USA and they have already shown Season 4 over there. =(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to Project Runway. haha I think the episode broadcasted just now, yes the swimsuit one, is the FUNNIEST episode ever! hahahaha. I couldn't stop laughing man! And when they said high sexual content in the advert, I wasn't looking forward to that cuz I didn't want my mum to catch that and then ban me from further episodes of Project Runway, so thankfully, the only "sexual" content was like 1 minute when Jay was trying to tug the tiny swimsuit top over his model's boobs but of course it's shot from the backview so there was like zero RA content there. And I think Austin looks like a clown. I do not see what is so cute about him, Han Lyn. He is a bimbo. And I mean literal! Did you see the way he screamed and went squealing, "Oh my gosh" &lt;br /&gt;when he realised he was the winner and his name was in the New York Post? Oh that was priceless!! hehehe. I think he makes a very cute bimbo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan is a total drama queen. I hate her guts, man! I mean, first, she went and lied to Kevin and then she tore the swimsuit that was made by Kevin and then she didn't even apologize and she acted like it was Kevin's fault he was mad. And Kevin wasn't even mad. But even if Kevin was mad, it's like totally his business, I mean, Morgan was the one in the wrong and she went and acted like Kevin owed her or something. I honestly admire Kevin for his patience and graciousness, really. He didn't even act angry or something. But from another perspective, Kevin &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; kinda stupid to trust Morgan after what she acted like over the past few episodes. But anyway, I don't see what's so special about Morgan or what's so great about the way she walks on the runway and yes, I hope she's elliminated, and it better be fast!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... and back to Jay and Austin, my favourite contestants. teehee. They actually fought right at the end of the show. Actually Jay started it. He was pissed that Austin won, I guess, since he thought Austin was being very "over the top and fake". It was comical but I don't believe it's real. I mean, how can they, adults, you know, fight over such a trivial matter? It's only a matter of winning and losing, I hope it wasn't real, at least. I think Jay isn't that kind of sore loser. I think it was more like friendly punches? Yeah, that's it. Something to have fun with. And the producer went and portrayed it as a real fight. The advert for that episode was seriously lame. It actually called that puny little scene "Extreme Violence" or something. I thought there would be more, like an exchange of bleeps? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and btw, I think you can tell, by now, my favourite contestant is Jay! Yes, I think he is very very cute (in the babyish way, people!) and he looks like a St. Bernard. I think I am very easily fond of fat people but anyway, he is also very funny and he's got a weird personality. And as you can tell, I have a weird personality myself, so I admire that. Oh, yes, I do know the winner of Project Runway but I don't wanna tell in case it spoils the show for you. But if you want to find out, you can go to televisionwithoutpity.com. There's a whole lot of other reality tv shows (USA ones) like The Apprentice and The Bachelor and ANTM and all that. So if you, like me, couldn't watch those shows because of their late timings and your strict mum, then you can read the ridiculously funny recaps and get to sort of "watch" the show or something. Yeah, that's all. I think I shall go to sleep, bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113379807595954299?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113379807595954299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113379807595954299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113379807595954299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113379807595954299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-went-jogging.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113336820055540312</id><published>2005-12-01T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:30:00.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawn. I think this week is more of an holiday than ever man! From dawn to dusk, it's been like eat, sleep, play, and eat sleep play. Nice cycle! haha. Haven't been blogging for almost a week. Reason being, I'm busy with Maple!! haha. Yayy! I'm now lvl 27, working my way up to second job advancement soon! And I'm thinking of creating a thief, as soon as I get to lvl 28 and get to wear the nice nice fairy-thingums.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've just discovered junkfeud.blogspot.com (now junk-fued.com). Damn funny stuff! And lots of gossip to keep me fat and fit (and busy reading)! And talking about fat... I'm now an almost permanent couch potato so my hips are almost permanently mashed potato - soft and mushy and flabby and fatty and oily. Even my mum who's supposed to be forever fatter than me is laughing at me and my huge hips. Hummph!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a fine time with the TV too! Monday's a date with Hong Jun Yang and afterthat supper with Heida Klum. I wish, it's actually superfunkies and project runway. Tuesdays are for Super Host. Wednesdays I get to watch Star Idol and get jealous over cute cute Joey's looks. Thursdays there's the dunnowhatsitsname program about kids and anime after that. And Fridays, well, there's U Weekly. It's not a TV but it's still entertainment and it too requires me to sit on a couch. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty late now so I'm going to bed and then waking up at 11 tomorrow. Great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113336820055540312?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113336820055540312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113336820055540312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113336820055540312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113336820055540312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/12/yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113290201397517320</id><published>2005-11-25T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T15:01:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My scolded-by-mum blues were effectively cured by a few rounds of crapping today, ha! Went back to sch for pb stock taking. It was fun but the blazers were super dirty. Ok, let's skip the boring parts and move on to the part where Liy, Sheila, Juan, Eden and I crapped alot at the canteen. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, I think &lt;h1&gt;I love DC Comm!&lt;/h1&gt;. We were &lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;horny&lt;/b&gt; so we are &lt;h3&gt;CORNY&lt;/h3&gt;!!! ladidums. I feel so over the top high again! ah hahaha. We are very intellectual beings ,you know. We actually discuss dictionaries solemnly, and of course we commented on the lime coke thingy! Which smart ass wouldn't? hehehe. We even digressed to waltz and tango. WANGO!! Put the wango in the dicky nut &amp; Shake it round your head!wahahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I don't crush Wanjoo &lt;s&gt;anymore&lt;/s&gt; kkay! It was a fetish that I've gotten over. Seriously. *shakes head*. But I still say that she is the chio-est prefect in RGS, maybe even the world! Yes? And we - Dc comm-ers - were so corny they actually dared me to be CORNIER. Because Wanjoo came into room 2. And we all went to say bye to her since she was so busy (and ke lian, typing at the comp. alone) and I bravely told her that I don't crush her. That was the crazy part. The horny part came when Sheila asked me to say "wink wink". And so I did. LAUGH OUT LOUD!!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Wanjoo understands that I actually come from Planet Mars. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113290201397517320?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113290201397517320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113290201397517320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113290201397517320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113290201397517320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-scolded-by-mum-blues-were.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113275330757557077</id><published>2005-11-23T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:41:47.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this in my e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Re: Appeal for Volunteers to Aid ElderCare Fundraising and Visitation Efforts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Sim Jingwei, Lee Suat Ying, and Deborah Cheong, three ex-RGS students from the Secondary Four batch of 2005. We wish to appeal for volunteers to come forward and support a fundraising effort and long-term visitation project we have undertaken of late. We recently embarked on the ElderCare programme under the local non-profit organization, Youth Challenge, a United Nations-affiliated registered charity that champions youth causes. Through our participation and commitment, we hope to be able to provide the senior citizens who frequent the Redhill Moral Seniors’ Activity Centre and other financially-disadvantaged elderly residents living in surrounding blocks with a consistent flow of activities and item distributions over 2006. We append the timeline of our 2006 ElderCare activities for your reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Youth Challenge projects are entirely self-initiated, the Youth Challenge management provides no funding. Youth Challenge has successfully elicited a fundraising license for 9–18 December (Fri–Sun) to sell flags to obtain sufficient funds to support our programme. To fund the aforementioned activities, a target has been set at $10 000. Thus, we strongly encourage you to come forward and volunteer your time, to assist us in reaching this amount within the stipulated timeframe. There will be two shifts per day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· 10.15am to 2.45pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· 1.30pm to 6.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and volunteers will be given further instructions upon signing up with us. CIP hours will be awarded to affirm the assistance you render. Should you be interested to participate in the fundraising efforts, please contact us at the following email addresses or telephone numbers, indicating your preferred date(s) and shift(s), by 5 December (Mon):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Sim Jingwei: simjingwei@hotmail.com / 98917241&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Lee Suat Ying: porkchop_swatto@hotmail.com / 97310094&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, should you find this cause worthwhile, do also consider joining us for the various activities we will be undertaking next year. We will be visiting the Redhill Moral Seniors’ Activity Centre on a fortnightly basis, and will also be making rounds in blocks in the vicinity to distribute daily items, providing meals, organizing special events and outings. Our beneficiaries include the loneliest and neediest shut-ins of the Redhill area as well. Hence, we appeal for temporary youth volunteers who are willing to join us on an ad hoc basis, on our visitation or distribution rounds, as well as on our outings in 2006. Your participation will enable you not only to play a part in enhancing the material and emotional comforts these senior citizens need, but also allow you to gain personal fulfilment in your interaction with the beneficiaries. Active volunteers may choose to take this up as their Service Learning Project as well. Should you wish to further understand the nature of service and commitment involved, do feel free to contact us at the aforementioned email addresses or telephone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Youth Challenge ElderCare Programme hopes to bring a ray of sunshine into the lives of the elderly while nurturing us as the younger generation to be compassionate and mindful of the ageing population in Singapore. We hope you will render your time and effort towards this worthy cause. We thank you for your time, attention and generosity, and we look forward to hearing from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim Jingwei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Suat Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Cheong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(RGS Secondary 414’05) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So yeah, you all might want to volunteer for this and get your CIP hours, while doing charity work at the same time. Yi Ju Liang De! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113275330757557077?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113275330757557077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113275330757557077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113275330757557077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113275330757557077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-got-this-in-my-e-mail-re-appeal-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113273997402158591</id><published>2005-11-23T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:31:15.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayyy! Urban hike rocked, agreed? *BEAM* I'm so proud of myself and everyone else, of course. We all deserve a pat on the back. haha. I think everyone had fun solving the clues, getting from one place to another and also seeking the treasure (which is yours truly here) in my treasure hunt. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so so &lt;b&gt;glad&lt;/b&gt; it was a success. So many things didn't turn out right. For one thing, there's the movie that can't be booked, and then for another, some clues were missing today. Huiling feeling unwell must have been a fortune in disguise. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to come up with the clues. And then, me the blurpok station master actually took the wrong bus and I went all the way to Wheelock Place when I was supposed to be at Tangs. Once again, I shall exclaim at how very smart I am.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my treasure hunt wasn't very treasure-huntish. It only went well with the 2nd group cuz they didn't manage to spot me. I was hiding behind this dress rack when I saw them wander into the lingerie department. oh hahah. The hardest part was getting back down by the escalator without being seen and all the other groups spot me while I was trying to do that. But I like the clues though! My favourite one was "&lt;i&gt;Beauty is in the armpit of the beholder&lt;/i&gt;". It meant the perfume section at the first floor. You know, you apply perfume at your armpit, so yeah that's the pun. Rachel thought of it!!! I must say it's very very funny. =D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Harry Potter was a different story. It's so so disappointing (I meant the movie). It's like this huge bowl of instant noodles, you know, with all it's beautiful packaging but in the end all I got was some hapharzardly-put-together scenes. There was so much jumping between scenes without explanation that I doubt anyone who hadn't read the book would actually understand the movie. I suppose the main target audience of this movie is the fans of the book. But then again, how come only a big picture is there while many many details are missed out? Somehow, there isn't any meaning in this movie. Or I just didn't geddit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, what the heck is Beauxbatons doing as a &lt;b&gt;girls school&lt;/b&gt;? What's with all the "oohs" and the "aahs". They are beautiful and talented women, not french prostitutes, for goodness sake! But I liked the butterflies though, I think they were cute. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like the way Cedric is portrayed in this movie. He is supposed to be the hero, afterall, even if Harry Potter is the main character of this movie. Cedric is a much greater, and less self-centred hero!! I insist! At the part where they were near the triwizard cup, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cedric&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was the one who saved Harry Potter from a giant spider!! It's not the other way round, Harry Potter DID NOT save Cedric from a bunch of plants!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man and Krum is not this act-cool guy. He's supposed to be moody and sullen, he is not some idiot who would run along the beach and show off his buff to girls. I feel so indignant for him!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, the worst has to be Madame Maxime. Yes, she is fat, big-boned, stout, obese, chubby, plump, whatever..., she is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ugly and skyscraper-ish!!! The scene where Hagrid lay his head againt Madame Maxime's boobs has to be the most disgusting one! Like, eeeewww...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where have the sphinx, the giant spider and all sorts of funny creatures that are supposed to appear in the maze, gone to? In exchange we get walls that close in upon the victim. That's &lt;i&gt;very exciting&lt;/i&gt;, I suppose. Sigh. There's still a lot of things which I can't stand about the movie, but the list is endless..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, I really do, that the fifth movie is MUCH better. And oh, we get to see more of Cho too! I think that Cho isn't very photogenic but she does look good on screen. Quite pretty and really sweet. She even managed to look better than Hermione in the Yule Ball! But I think that's just a matter of opinion. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think Parvarti is that pretty (In fact Padma is prettier) and in the book, they claimed that she was the best looking girl in their year in Gryffindor. Hmmm...there tons more pretty faces I can see in the Yule Ball but I just don't really recognize them. Oh, and Malfoy's partner (Pansy) isn't as ugly as was described in the book. Disappointing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Cedric is ok. I don't see what's so hot about him. Yeah, I agree with Munya who thinks that his hairstyle is ugly and old fashioned, a la Elvis Presley. Plus, Tom Felton looked &lt;i&gt;disgusting&lt;/i&gt; in this movie. He's supposed to be hot!! But in all the scenes (which isn't a lot, actually) that he appears in, his face is always scrunched up in either disgust or fury. Arrgh. Therefore, I can conclude that there are no cute guys in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire but there are plenty of pretty girls (though none of them is beautiful). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and photos.XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/35/66134834_1fa8742df2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/66134834_1fa8742df2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida and I at Lido. I regret buying the Lasagne. It isn't filling and it doesn't taste that nice. I wished I brought KFC chicken instead. fried chicken. yum yum.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/28/66134835_0666343e08_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/66134835_0666343e08_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munya and Vanana. OMG!! Who's that red-eyed monster in the middle?! Haha. Just kidding. It's Roy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113273997402158591?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113273997402158591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113273997402158591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113273997402158591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113273997402158591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/yayyy-urban-hike-rocked-agreed-beam-im.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113257993164590129</id><published>2005-11-21T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:49:32.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm feeling pretty high cuz I went down to support Janice and Cheryl at J8 just now (not really just now, more like 2.30). They didn't get in - since the judges were so strict - but they were still fantastic!! *BEAMS* I'm very proud of my buddy and her friend. I think they are very brave. But Janice still looks very fierce leh. haha. I think she was positively scary the few moments before she went up to the stage. XD &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet (I finally know her name), Runting, Cheryl Teo and Joo were there too. Btw, I still think that runting looks like Pikachu, Cheryl Teo looks like Hui Juen and Seet looks like Winnie The Pooh (really really really!! I bet Winnie The Pooh was modelled based on her) and Joo looked very cute and short like a dunno-what. Really lar, and it was very awkward at first cuz I didn't know what to say. But then those absolutely horrible contestants went up and that broke the ice. You know, like how you keep laughing - at the contestants - and the others will just join in? hoho.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had to wait for a very very very long time, and standing, mind you! It was practically killing my legs, and theirs too but our faith never wavered. lol. And anyway, it was quite entertaining lar, all the contestants, and I had fun though I don't know why. But most of the contestants didn't get in. Though there were some really good ones. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is this really common song, Yi Shi de Mei Hao by Angela Zhang. Poor Zhang Shao Han, that song of hers is sooo overdosed people will groan every time they hear her song again. Oh you know, the judges are totally biased against the good-looking people. Like, if you're pretty or shuai, they'll give you a second chance regardless of whether they're wasting time, even if your voice sounds like shit. haha. That means Janice is pretty because the judges gave her a second chance - they asked her to change to a different song. But I know it's only because her voice is good. ;D Btw, it's such a pity they didn't get in cuz Janice practised too much and her voice became weird and Cheryl was nervous. But nevermind lar, it's enough that &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; know they can sing well. =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some badly taken pictures:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7783/719/1600/Cheryl%20singing%20--%20campus%20superstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7783/719/320/Cheryl%20singing%20--%20campus%20superstar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Cheryl singing. Yes, I admit, bad photography and my camera is to blame too. What kind of camera only allows you to zoom up till here? Huh? You tell me lar. Oh man and this stupid camera cost like almost half a thousand bucks. Remind me never to buy Olympus cameras again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/65494459_918d263c23.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to catch Sugianto on my camera too. Same problem with the Cheryl one. But anyway, I think Sugi is kind of act cute and annoying, unlike Junyang who is &lt;b&gt;naturally cute&lt;/b&gt;. I think Sugi is a Jeff-wannabe and that is not good, what with Jeff's big mouth (both literally and figuratively) and all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/65494458_6817fd44af.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Janice and Cheryl posing as losers (or what Janice thought was the loserish pose.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, for those &lt;s&gt;unfortunate&lt;/s&gt; lucky 105-ers who's been following my blog faithfully (lol), here's the &lt;b&gt;Urban Hike&lt;/b&gt; groups you'll be in. I'll be calling each of you later again so do not fret. But strictly no exchanging of group identities. Uh-uh. Class bonding, you know. Like as in chemistry but you've probably thrown everything back to Mrs Tay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group 1&lt;/b&gt; : Zafirah, Yi-Lin, Soffia, Long Chuan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group 2&lt;/b&gt; : Aida, Ellyn, Lynn, Krystal, Ruici&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group 3&lt;/b&gt; : Xin Er, Wei Te, Vanessa, Muneerah, Farizan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group 4&lt;/b&gt; : Roy, Ying Xiang, Joan, Nazyra, Celestine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I have to go and mop the floor. My whole house. Talk about child labour. But I'm not exactly paid and my house isn't exactly big so yeah. Aiyah. Blog again another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113257993164590129?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113257993164590129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113257993164590129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113257993164590129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113257993164590129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113241230020766672</id><published>2005-11-19T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:58:20.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously hate her. Why is she like out to ruin my life? Yup. whatever. She loves me. If she loved me, she wouldn't have done that. I HATE HER. arrgh.. You know what, I think she should go and see a counsellor. She has to manage her emotions. There's this big gap between us now. I thought it was miscommunication or generational gap. Apparently, it's more than just that. And what's with all the threats? Hello. I don't freaking care anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113241230020766672?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113241230020766672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113241230020766672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113241230020766672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113241230020766672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-seriously-hate-her.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113239977852886962</id><published>2005-11-19T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T19:29:38.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised that nutrisoy isn't soya bean milk. It's milk plus extra sugar, and water. Because there's no beany smell.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad got a new handphone and now it's my mum's turn. Hers is super super nice ok. sony w550i. I'm &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; happy for her. I'm really happy for her! It's just that I'm wondering when is it my turn to get a new handphone?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait till you're sec 3." That's the prompt and firm reply I got. From my parents.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Scholars' orientation went really well today. Or at least the icebreakers did. =) I bet they had lotsa fun! Oh yeah! We rock, Thashi, Eileen and me. Right? XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nobody asked for my e-mail address or asked to hug me! So sad, right. haha. And Thashi was gloating cuz she was asked for both her e-mail and a hug. Whatever, Thash.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepps, I went to J8 today. Alone. Cuz Thashi didn't bring clothes to change. I took a taxi there and found out that Jan and Cheryl had left. Cuz they weren't allowed to take part in the campus superstar since they weren't in sch u. And they weren't sure if they were allowed to wear sch u there. Boo. Why does the stupid competition need people to wear sch u? I bet it's cuz they purposely want them to embarrass their schools de! Entertaining but Evil...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I stayed on with Xiner and Ruici who came later. Ok, the standard wasn't that good early on (not sure about the later part since I was bored, tired and sick and decided to go off). So I'm sure if Jan and Cheryl had taken part, they would have gotten in. I swear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I just found out that figuratively, lifts are totally brainless. But in a funny sense, that makes them the fairest things on Earth cuz lifts live by the motto &lt;b&gt;"First come first serve"&lt;/b&gt;. To my annoyance, when I pressed the lift button just now, instead of opening the doors straightaway, faithfully to my service, it actually went up before coming down again, like wasting a lot of time. I guess someone must have pressed before me. Lifts can't see the sense of letting me in before going back up, so oh well..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I've decided that since I'm totally a lift at financial matters, I'm going to set up something like the CPF my parents have. But instead of calling it a boring name like CPF, I shall call mine the 3Ps, Private Protected Property. (So now I have 7Ps, including the 4Ps of the school XD), equally boring but anyway, that's not the point. The point is I'm gonna put away 1/3 of my allowance every week so that by the end of each week, I should have about $8 - $10 (depending on my weekly allowance, which is depending on my mum's mood). So, I'm going to be very proud of myself by the end of sec 4 year since I'll have saved up loads and loads of money!! Wheee! I got the idea from sec 4 ppl saving up for their prom stuff.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently my PPP is $11.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to buy a sec 2 txtbook that costs $13.50. I can't get the money from my parents cuz this involves a very long story about me &lt;s&gt;squandering&lt;/s&gt; spending the money used for buying the maths txtbook in a different but still &lt;i&gt;constructive&lt;/i&gt; manner and then lying to my mum that I had the maths txtbook when I actually didn't.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to take the taxi, I've already borrowed $2 from Thashi. So I'll have to return $2 to Thashi by December (or the next time I see her).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;And I had to take another taxi (which was way way back in historical times), which I promised to share the cost with my friends but incidentally, I didn't have money with me at that time. So I'll have to pay my friend back - $2 - by next year.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to let my dad see that I've spent the money on lunch instead of on &lt;s&gt;another taxi&lt;/s&gt; a faster means of transportation, I had to take out $1.50 and pretended that that was my change from buying lunch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, $11 - $13.50 - $1.50 - $2 - $2= -$8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I feel so rich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113239977852886962?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113239977852886962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113239977852886962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113239977852886962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113239977852886962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-realised-that-nutrisoy-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113230702063827674</id><published>2005-11-18T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:43:40.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided not to quit anything afterall. I don't even know the reason myself. Just decided to make the sacrifice again, I guess. Whatever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, scholars' orientation was pretty ok today. They were so enthu, much more enthu than us sec 1s. And they sang the sch song better. =) But teaching songs was really tiring. No wonder fiel was so pissed with us when we couldn't sing. hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fam. Wish I could have gone. I wanted to see all my sec 4 seniors in dresses. And I hope nothing went wrong with the glittery "N-O-I-R--E-T--B-L-A-N-C"s. But ah well, can only go next year I guess, or maybe not.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's scholars' orientation again. But I might be able to go J8 after icebreakers!!! It's kinda confirmed. yayyy. can't wait to see Jan and Cheryl sing. It'll be fun. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113230702063827674?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113230702063827674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113230702063827674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113230702063827674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113230702063827674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-decided-not-to-quit-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113213608417714419</id><published>2005-11-16T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T18:14:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man... this sucks. I'm in a huge dilemma. I can either choose GB or Tribune. I can't imagine myself trudging home so late all the way from Bishan anymore, that's why I quit band, I thought it would be at least one day. Am I asking too much for a CCA to have 1 day? This isn't a rhetorical question. Just wondering. Maybe it's like my fault for wanting to have a merit cca as well as third lang. I'm definitely not dropping French. Not when I've come this far. So how? Should I choose GB or Tribune? Either way, I'll have to part with bonds and friendships I've formed, and something I really really liked. HOW????? Arrgh. I know I can make a sacrifice by attending third lang Wednesdays and Fridays, from 4.30. But I don't want!!! Trust me, I've experienced it, the 4.30 timeslots are too tiring for me and I have pb as well. I want to have some free time for myself and I want to be able to get home in a good mood. I don't want to cause further strain to the relationship between my parents and me. It's bad enough already. Sigh. My heart is already leaning towards Tribune. It's just so much more ... I dunno, casual and light hearted there. GB makes me tired and imagine two days of tiredness, plus more hours of 3rd lang tiredness!! Who isn't gonna crash? Maybe some people wouldn't, but I'm not those omnipotent people with super strong stamina. I'm sounding selfish, yes I know. But I like to have fun along with being committed. Imagine how can I have fun when I'm so tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If I can quit GB, I'll have to join NPCC (sea). I'll just have to make the best of things. Again. Oh well, who said you &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to have fun in your cca?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113213608417714419?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113213608417714419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113213608417714419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113213608417714419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113213608417714419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113204574892217042</id><published>2005-11-15T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T17:09:37.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;*Warning* This entry is heavily littered with stereotypes somewhere in the middle. If you're one of those hyper sensitive &lt;s&gt;creeps&lt;/s&gt; people, I suggest you skip the middle part. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought back lots of things from PIT Camp, besides the dirty laundry, there's still plenty of fun and sweet memories, newly-built friendships, lots of smiles and ah yes, a new fetish (I refuse to call it a crush)! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;PIT Camp just ROCKED&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the Fielers (Feelers, hehehe) and Feans who organized and did basically everything for us lar. Haha. Next year it would be our turn to do everything for the sec 1s! XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret not bringing my camera!! ARrrgh. Then I could have taken pictures during the Masquerade you know!! The Masquerade is just so super duper COOL!!!! I think the sec 4s (they'll be sec 4 next year!! YAyy. Go Fielers!) did a &lt;b&gt;BOOMBASTIC&lt;/b&gt; job!! hehe. You probably dunno what I'm talking about but they dressed up as paikias and acted out different scenarios for us to spot the illegal offences and go up to book. hahaha. OMG it was so funny!! Can you imagine &lt;b&gt;prefects&lt;/b&gt;, prefects wearing pinafore with super short skirt, super low belt, huge dangly star earrings, multi-coloured socks, nametags on their belts and having purple hair??? Everything was basically exaggerated lar. ROFL. Hilarity at its maximum!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Wanjoo was the coolest! She was completely &lt;b&gt;natural&lt;/b&gt;!! And She's DC Comm Head. Such irony! haha. Her hair was let down and she had an ipod attached at her belt, with the ear plugs going right up to her ears you know! She looked &lt;b&gt;funnkeyy!&lt;/b&gt;. heh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I and I can't remember who else, wait I think it was Shimin and Eunice went up for our turn to "book" them. Runting was damn intimidating! haha. She behaved like a scarier version of a scary sec-4 senior, more like a maffia! heeesh. It was so funny seeing her argue with me and seeing Wenyi (right?)with her Crazy Chinese Dancer hairstyle (that made her look like &lt;b&gt;Ne Zha&lt;/b&gt;) that I kept laughing. I couldn't stop. I think Wenyi is very cute and that normally, she looks like a &lt;b&gt;teddy bear&lt;/b&gt;! Oh, and Wanjoo was in the same scene and when I tried to "book" her about her ipod, she was like, "Eh, it's not even on. You blind izzit?" Or something to that effect lar. And she pushed me. LOL. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhiying is the most bimbotic bimbo ever!!!!! *giggles* She is such a CUTE bimbo!!! hahaha. I think she's really cute even though when she doesn't smile, she looks kinda dao. heh. But when she looks dao, she still looks cute! I think she looks like a &lt;b&gt;Bratz(tm) doll&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this scene where she and Wanjoo and Wenyi compared their phones (all switched on right in corridor or classroom, can't remember), she was like, "Eh, Mine is the best because it is a &lt;b&gt;flip phone&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after flipping the phone for extra drama, she go and say in this bimbo voice, "And because have Bobby, Bobby, Bobby and Bobby's SMS-es!! You all don't have!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;h1&gt;funniest&lt;/h1&gt; scenario (set in a shopping centre) was when Wanjoo, Zhiying and Nadiah all came out as Bimbo Queens and they started walking like they were models on a runway, comepletely in synch to the Barbie song!! &lt;i&gt;I'm a Barbie girl.. In a Barbie World...&lt;/i&gt;. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen Nadiah's &lt;s&gt;costume&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;uniform&lt;/i&gt;. What's the problem with her and her clips man! ROFL. Those colourful hair clips were clipped all over her head and two were clipped right in the middle of her belt (which was, of course, super low). And did I mention that Nadiah has funny expressions? When you see Nadiah do her bimbo walk, oh man, you'll get tears in your eyes and gas in your lungs. From laughing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that's when the RI boyfriends walked in! hahahaha x 10000000. O man. Yepps, you guessed it, they were all our dear sec 4s (Ge, Arrgh.. I still dunno her name but I know that I go and wrongly call her Cheryl but I know she's in CMU, and Renu) dressed up as RI boyfriends. But impressive, they got &lt;b&gt;authentic RI uniforms &lt;/b&gt;ok! =D And then these RI boyfriends started &lt;i&gt;protecting&lt;/i&gt; their girlfriends. Ge to Wanjoo (Cutest Couple!), ms-she-whose-name-is-not-cheryl to Zhiying and Renu to Nadiah. Oh my gosh!! The people who went up to "book" them were so helpless against the "boyfriends"!!!! hehehe. I really dunno how to describe how funny it is (thanks to my absymally limited vocab.)but it's just the funniest thing of the century! No wait, of the millenium!!! Woah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wanjoo and Ge were all over each other!! haha. Just kidding lar. And Nadiah was so so so cute!! She was like hiding behind Renu (who's almost two heads taller than her XD) and swinging around &lt;s&gt;him&lt;/s&gt; her like playing Peek-a-boo!! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the scenario-acting ended, they told us that for that kind of situations, it's best to go and book in a group or get a teacher to help cuz the RI boyfriends can prove to be *quote* &lt;b&gt;dangerous&lt;/b&gt; *unquote*.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. I wish I brought along my camera but nvm, Shimin took lots of pics, I'll just ask her to send to me then I post here!! hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was Station Games. Wah. AFter typing so much about the masquerade, I'm kinda tired but still I was super hyped up about Station games cuz I also dunno why, I was just excited lar! Yayy, go Group 8 the hankypanky Gu Niangs! (It means Hanky Panky Ladies!)Nat, Grace Chan, Eunice, Soffia, Juan Min and I. =) Yayy! We did so well we got first!! haha. I think Grace is a funny and cute person. And Nat is really fun and enthu, much nicer than what I and some of you thought/think. Yup, first impressions &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; count. I can vouch for that. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear our group cheers? It's super &lt;s&gt;lame&lt;/s&gt; NICE!! Thanks to Grace!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanky Panky Gu Niangs!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got a fever, we're hot, we can't be stopped&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We front *Ooh* Back *Aah* ... can't be stopped&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we front *Ooh* Back *Aah* ... can't be stopped&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got a fever, we're hot, we can't be STOPPED!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the coolest of the Cool?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gu Niangs!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wins the battle on the field?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gu Niangs!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who dares to mess with us will be&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanky!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who dares to mess with us will be&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panky!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na na na na na Gu Niangs!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na na na na na Gu Niangs!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus actions, complete with our &lt;b&gt;Hanky Panky Handkerchiefs&lt;/b&gt;! Oh the cheers aren't exactly original, but nvm. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I lost my blue babyG watch. so sad right? I lost it during night walk when I accidentally banged my hand against a tree branch and my watch just loosened and fell off. Then I couldn't find it no matter how hard I tried to feel the soil and I was too scared to do anything, like shout out to the prefect (Lee Ning!) who was, unknown to me, behind me all the time. Plus I couldn't see. Blindfolded! And also that image of a murderer dusting the soil after burying his victim keeps conjuring up in my mind. It was so scary!! I felt like I was a &lt;b&gt;murderer&lt;/b&gt;!!! *SCREAM*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was too excited to be worried about the watch until just now, after pit camp. I felt so messed up. Like I think I nearly lost my specs (almost left it on a wall of a toilet cubicle!!). Arrgh. Yup and whenever I look at my bare, empty wrist, I just feel so naked and I want to cry. Especially when I think of the fact that I can no longer depend on my wrist for telling the date anymore. My mum says she's gonna buy me 10-dollar watches from now on cuz by investing any money on my body is a no-can-do, not when I'm a clumsy - and forgetful - freak. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Walk was made out to be scary. Jiaying tells us so much of those scary stories we got really scared you know!! Boohoo. And then we were made to all crowd together in the PB room (super stuffy and they purposely dimmed the lights) and one by one, each person will go for her night walk. Basically, night walk is about going around this trail, being blindfolded, by holding on to a string and being directed by it. And yeah, the objective was to make us face our fears and realise that our boardmates were always with us no matter what. Yep, for each person doing their turn at the night walk (only us sec 2-2006 and the new intake for fea were going), a sec 4 prefect would be following quietly behind even though Jiaying keeps saying, "You all really got to be careful kay, you're all &lt;b&gt;alone&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she kept stressing about the ghosts and telling us all the ghost stories, especially about how our school is haunted. blearrghs. I was damn scared! But after a very long waiting period, I finally got bored and was just about to relax when Jiaying started telling scary stories again. Oh well, at least it kept me awake. Just barely. It was almost 12am when it was my turn.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was guided by Lee Ning at first and then passed on to Wan Joo then passed on to Ge (I only found out later lar!) I was so scared at first cuz I couldn't see. But then I remembered Jiaying's words to be careful and I was so &lt;i&gt;careful&lt;/i&gt; that I went and climbed the table (in front of the accounts dept)  and got down from there, thinking it was the stairs! haha. Lee Ning told me later that she was so worried that I would fall off the table. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short while, I wasn't that scared cuz I know that they would never let us do anything so dangerous and besides I was quite sure at least one prefect was behind me and I kept singing the song in my head. &lt;i&gt;Reach out, do not ever be afraid, we'll be there, just right behind...&lt;/i&gt;. Yepps, that song kept me going till the end, resisting all evils (in this case, it refers to the tricks they played on us, like making us go into a room with the smell of an incense and a chinese opera song playing, plus they threw damp cloths over my string and kept tickling my neck with a feather boa)until finally I reached the end. KS Chee. haha. And they made me do something silly, which, I think was the easier lar! Just a chicken dance and I learnt the chicken song too! hehe. But I think I'm still gonna sing out of tune whenever I do the chicken dance.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I made the observation that when I couldn't see and I was pretty scared and tired, it's really comforting and secure to hold somebody's hand. hehe. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I also discovered that our school has an amazing number of tress. wow. And I think it was pretty scary afterall. Can you imagine walking through the eco garden at night, without being able to see anything? Man. I'll never want to go through this again. No way! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, random but Lee Ning looks like Winnie the Pooh! heh. A lot of people looks like Winnie the Pooh, apparently.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and even randomer, my buddy Janice is Chairperson of the WAA -- World Aunties Association. No wonder she's so &lt;s&gt;cool&lt;/s&gt; aunty-ish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113204574892217042?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113204574892217042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113204574892217042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113204574892217042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113204574892217042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/warning-this-entry-is-heavily-littered.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113176404901506405</id><published>2005-11-12T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:54:09.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basically, I've been kinda busy to blog lar but there's so many stuff to talk about, I don't know which one to start with. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the agm on thursday. I thought it would be pretty boring and sort of braced myself for a very long day, then luckily, it became more fun. Especially the DC Comm talk. yayyy go wanjoo! haha. You know why? Cuz almost everyone has A LOT of questions about the sch rules, and all these are directed to the dc comm, that's why everyone makes a lot of noise. And fun thrives on noise. And then some clarifications are damn funny! Let me tell you about the socks one. Jocelyn said that her classmate's socks are always blue because somehow the washing machine turns them blue. But the classmate's blouses are white. So A.J. suggested washing the socks together with the blouses, then the socks will be white. hahahaha. Oh well, I can see that you're not laughing but I still find it very funny. And you know how a.j. sometimes looks very fierce? I think she looks funny (as in not weird,  during the dc comm talk. And Nardia too. Wah, nardia is simply hilarious man. I don't even need to know what she's talking about, just looking at her makes me want to laugh. XD No wonder Kellie is so enthu about the dc comm briefing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie is my buddie. Janice too! I love my buddies. They are all very nice and very lovable. haha. And we all love SHE!! And used to like 5566. Or at least, Janice still likes 5566 now, but that's a different story. Kellie is a very hardcore fan of SHE!! I feel very loser-ish compared to her. She once queued 7 hours just for the signature of SHE and then she didn't get it in the end. hehe. And she bought all their albums, and attended their concert and even pre-order their stuff. Wow. I feel even more loser-ish after saying all that. =) But nevermind, I'm a rational fan. So I only care about the music, no need signature de. Have cd can already. (Or have songs that's downloaded &lt;i&gt;legally&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ms Tay is leaving us. Cuz she's a scholar and she's going to the prime minister's office. Wah. She is so smart. And she's very cool also. Although I'm still scared to look directly in her eye, I think I'm going to miss her. I don't like changes. Sigh. I'd rather everything remain the same.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urban Hike is going be so UBER UBER fun kkay! yayyyy! We've planned it very hardworking-ly. So we shall all reap our efforts on the day of Urban Hike by seeing all your satisfied smiles and grins and giggles, whatever. I can't say anything at the moment, but be rest assured, it shall be &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the GB sec 4 farewell. Of all the places they choose to hold it, it has to be somewhere far far away like Changi. Changi Beach Club. How nice. My mum almost didn't let me go, but yeah, due to my powerful persuasive speeches, she still relented lar. I met Peiling and Yunxi at Tampines then we took a bus off into somewhere deserted, called Cranwell Rd. But Changi Beach Club is in such an ulu ulu place that no buses can reach it. So we still had to walk. Like a bunch of blind elephants, we marched down the road. And, thankfully, we spotted Jan and her mum and most importantly, their car. Thanks, Jan and your mum! =D They drove us into Changi Beach Club.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were off to a slow start at first. And also, the sec 1s almost didn't prepare anything (like performance and all that) for the sec 4s. but thanks to jan, we came up with something lar, albeit it was very very lame.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was something like a buffet. I loved the chicken wings. And I piled my plates high with food cuz I was hungry. And I last had lunch at 11 am. So a &lt;b&gt;hungry jingyi&lt;/b&gt; plus &lt;b&gt;lots of good food&lt;/b&gt; equals to &lt;b&gt;a monster&lt;/b&gt;. I think some people stared but ah well, it's kinda my answer to nature, you see. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I enjoyed the performance a lot! hahaha. Val and Sheryl were so cute. And I could see the sec 4s enjoying themselves too. haha. And the title thing was pretty funny. Dort was Ms Taupok (Daopok) cuz she kept a fairly straight face throughout the whole thing. haha. And Julia and Debbie were like, "Nice try!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sec 2s thingy was supercalifragilisticexpeliciadocious! yepps. The songs they sang (national songs with modified lyrics) were AMAZINGLY FUNNY!!!!! haha. And I love their impersonation of the sec 4s. Theirs was like a scenario, like what would each sec 4 do if they meet a RJ guy. Guess what the RJ guy's pickup lines were? Super Lame!! lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hi, My name is Ah Fatt&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your name Jaaaa-net?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're the best a man can ever &lt;b&gt;get!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete with a yellow rose and ah beng movements. haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. The sec 4s are really leaving now. I'm not too close with them but I guess I will definitely miss them. I don't know. I think it will feel very weird on the first gb meeting next year. And I don't ever want to leave GB now although I did think about it when they said there would be two days. I don't know if I can cope, with third land and tribune. But somehow, I'll work something out. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113176404901506405?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113176404901506405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113176404901506405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113176404901506405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113176404901506405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/basically-ive-been-kinda-busy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113154408980166116</id><published>2005-11-08T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:48:09.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. I just watched Star Idol. Got a bunch of laughs over there. hehehe. But anyway, I figured out something. There were mostly two kinds of people who got through the first round. One was those who, regardless how their acting were - and it varies from mediocre to impressive - were cute and good-looking. The other kind were those who looked reasonably average (either that, or pukingly-awful) but passed with their wonderful acting. But in the end, it still goes to the good-looking ones; all those who became the final top twenty were the best looking among the whole bunch. Trust me. Even if it doesn't look so on the TV. REally. I think all that make up that were piled on their face during the "final twenty" showcase doesn't do them justice at all. AT ALL! I think the females looked like ladies selling cosmetics, and the males mostly looked like gigolos. Yeah well. Make up never looks good on men. I think.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113154408980166116?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113154408980166116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113154408980166116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113154408980166116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113154408980166116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113145522087411217</id><published>2005-11-08T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:07:00.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Drama Nite. It was pretty ok. As usual, there were the fun bits and the boring parts. I'm kind of wondering, though, how come 209 didn't get in. I thought theirs was the most original, creative one. Like their choral speaking wasn't just choral speaking. I dunno lar, maybe it's cuz there's singlish?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, btw, I just found out that David Tao is a very very cool person!! I think I'm very very infatuated with him. He's soooo shuai!! Like, when you take a look at him, you wouldn't think he's good-looking, but really, at least he looks normal, yeah? haha. And I'm kinda in love with High-5 bread too. It's 2000000000000000 times nicer than Bonjour bread, really. But the name's a bit funny...high-5, makes me think of bread every time I see Hi-5 on tv. lol. Wonder why they even named the bread High-5... it sure doesn't sound impressive.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, if I've just heard of the brands Bonjour and High-5 and I've never tasted either of them, I'll definitely choose Bonjour. It sounds so delicious right? High-5 sounds like the name of a supermarket, those supermarkets who give me the cold-ish, hard-ish feeling. Oh well. It's their -- the High-5 Boss's -- business anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, if I could choose who to go crazy over - like as if I have the money to go crazy over other people - I'd definitely go crazy over Tom Felton, David Tao and High-5 bread and Harry Potter books, and well, maybe Maplestory. Ok. I shall just brag a little here. XD I'm so PROUD of myself!!! My maple magician is gaining one level per day and she's like lvl 22 now!!! HEHEHE!! *GLOATS*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been reading The Land. It makes me think about having things of my own. I don't expect I'll be owning any land of my own when I grow up. But maybe one day, I shall start a business and like, just be a boss for once. So next time ah, don't be surprised if you see JINGYI Enterprise's advertisements all over town kkay! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;=D&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113145522087411217?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113145522087411217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113145522087411217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113145522087411217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113145522087411217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-was-drama-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113116352642333273</id><published>2005-11-05T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T12:05:26.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, I think Farewell Alma Mater is going to be so cool!! haha. Went back to school (see, told ya it's only technically a holiday)to plan icebreakers for prc orientation with eileen and thashi and then ended up helping with making the words for FAM, "Noir et Blanc". Black &amp; White. So cool right! And Genieve is very artistic. The styrofoam "N" she cut out was damn nice and curly worly!! Wow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I learnt something new today. We're supposed to wear name tags on Saturdays too! Imagine the looks of horror they gave me when I proudly proclaimed that I was clueless about the nametag thing and nobody reminded me or booked me about my nametag throughout the year!! hehe. So, children, from now onwards, you all also must remember to wear your name tags on Saturday, kkay? XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Ge's batchmates were SINGING!! haha. Then two of them came out and started bugging her. It was oh so HILARIOUS man! Wanjoo and dunno-whats-her-name. That's the first time I saw Wanjoo being so spastic. hoho. Funny. Thashi is a very hyper girl. And we kept digressing during the discussion. Oh, and then poor Eileen (who's the i/c) kept trying to get us back on track, what with all the singing and glittering going on. But in the end, we managed to finish doing what we're all supposed to do. I'm so proud of myself! *BEAMS and gives myself a pat on my back*.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know about the tunnel in the pb room? It leads to RI you know!! hehehe. I'm so excited, about the tunnel, cuz Thashi and I have made a deal to go and explore the tunnel!!! Yayyy!!! wheeee!! so fun!! We're like going to bring a lot of food and torchlights. Eileen and Daveen probably thought we were mad to be so excited over a tunnel that leads to RI but we're innocent!! We only care about the tunnel, I swear! haha. Then Eileen said the tunnel leads to RI PB room. so then Thashi and I were like a bit scared lar but we're still going, cuz we're BRAVE and STRONG! hahahah. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I still have a bit of stuff to do. So shall go now. I think I'm really starting to like this holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113116352642333273?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113116352642333273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113116352642333273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113116352642333273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113116352642333273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-man-i-think-farewell-alma-mater-is.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113111004239349615</id><published>2005-11-04T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T21:14:02.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Today is technically the last day of school!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels nice, even though I say it's technical cuz the rest of the holidays are just gonna make me busy like siao. But still, I kind of feel free-er, fresher, like a fish! haha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes, our progress reports. I'm happy with my GPA!! yayyy! haha. Well, I went beyond my expectations lor! Such a surprise, a pleasant one btw. XD Not much pleasant surprises nowadays, hoho. 3.7. hmmm. Not bad lar, hor? Still can do better. But now, grades don't even matter, not now, not in the hols, &lt;b&gt;not yet&lt;/b&gt;. I'm not making much sense, am I?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went with some Tribune friends and seniors to get prizes for our sec 4 farewell games at Fareast. And I was so pissed off with a certain restaurant that I wrote a letter of complain to the &lt;b&gt;President&lt;/b&gt; of the &lt;b&gt;Food Kingdom&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear President of the Food Kingdom,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humblest opinion, I think &lt;b&gt;MRT Restaurant&lt;/b&gt; sometimes has sucky attitude and serves sucky food. Now, how sucky is that? You see, I am a person working at a place where I have to pay the big bosses to boss me around, thus I have a limited budget - meaning, I'm a cheapo-asshole. So when I saw that &lt;b&gt;MRT Restaurant&lt;/b&gt; was located right next to &lt;b&gt;Killed &amp; Fried Cuckoos Restaurant&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;b&gt;West Near Place&lt;/b&gt; and since &lt;b&gt;Killed &amp; Fried Cuckoos Restaurant&lt;/b&gt; sells stuff at &lt;s&gt;cheapo-asshole&lt;/s&gt; reasonable prices, I assumed that &lt;b&gt;MRT Restaurant&lt;/b&gt; was the same. Unfortunately for me, it was an unsound assumption and I was confused by the awful price tags, such that when the price was finally made known to me, I found out it was beyond my &lt;s&gt;measly&lt;/s&gt; budget. How wonderful. At a time of great distress and embarassment, I still bravely marched forward and cancelled part of my order, but to my great horror and disappointment, the cashier gave me the &lt;i&gt;look&lt;/i&gt;, thus effectively shrinking my ego and self-esteem to the size of Stephanie Sun's boobs. Oh well. And I was thinking, at least the food tastes nice right? WRONG! If not for the fact that my stomach was rumbling like siao, I wouldn't have swallowed that whole salty lump of wheat! Ahh. That was the &lt;b&gt;whole main point&lt;/b&gt; I was talking about. Fulstop. Thank you for your patience, oh almighty president. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinggey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113111004239349615?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113111004239349615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113111004239349615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113111004239349615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113111004239349615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/yayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113099126524974301</id><published>2005-11-03T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T12:14:33.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Bye bye Mrs Chan&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Happy Belated Deepavali&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Happy Belated Halloween&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to update more on regular, daily stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113099126524974301?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113099126524974301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113099126524974301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113099126524974301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113099126524974301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/selamat-hari-raya-and-bye-bye-mrs-chan.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113092671202822453</id><published>2005-11-02T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:27:48.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate this. I hate everything. I hate the hypocrisy!! It is so getting on my nerves. It's a pain in the butt. It's making me have headaches. ARRGH!!!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I don't think it is very fair that all the weak are disadvantaged. Just because they might not be as strong, they are simpler, they are weaker, why must the stronger take over them and ruin their lives? &lt;h1&gt;It is not FAIR!&lt;/h1&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to help the weak, and sympathize with it. I don't like the dog-eat-dog, big-fish-eat-small-fish, undefined-truths-or-fakes society I'm living in right now. Some day, maybe people will realise something. I'm not even sure what that something is, but I know one day everything will change, the weak will no longer be bullied, the hypocrites will no longer be trusted and the seemingly "unimportant", behind-the-scene people will no longer be ostrasized. I mighn't live to see this change, but who knows what will happen in the future?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I just want to take my mind off things, have some fun, have some happiness and stop being so sensitive. For once, I wish we were back in the primitive times, even without a computer. How nice. And I mean it ok! No sarcasm this time. It would be really nice to live simple lives:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would be this simple person who has the mental capability of a four-year-old and I would roam the world, in search of nothing but candy. Dogs and elephants would be my best friends. Even if the whole world deserts me, even if all my friends turn out to be hypocrites, dogs will never leave me and elephants will remember me forever. I can always count on them. Then each day, I'll learn new stuff, interesting stuff that are deemed as "trivia" in the sad mordern 21st century world. I would pick them up every single day, slowly but surely. There won't be tests but I will test myself. My dog can learn with me. That will be fun, haha! And I'll live like a wild child, I'll learn to swing from tree to tree too. I won't need to marry. Who needs a husband or boyfriend when I've got my dogs and elephants for company? And maybe a dozen stack of books that I like to read. But oh well, I'll be too dumb to read them. I think picture books will do. Books with the most amazing pictures. And it won't hurt to have a little computer, but it's the primitive times, so I guess building sandcastles would be just as fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I made a recent discovery that the tip of my nose is extremely round and fleshy, like a tiny little grape, such that my nose resembles a pig snout - courtesy of LiFang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113092671202822453?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113092671202822453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113092671202822453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113092671202822453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113092671202822453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-this.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113057809614013587</id><published>2005-10-29T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T17:28:16.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayyy! I'm so happy!! I finally finished this brand new template, something that I'll probably like for a looooooong time. I always say that about new layouts, haha, in the end, I keep changing. But I swear, this layout if the spiffiest, the most Jinggey-iest one I've ever made. And I put in a lot of effort, so I say it's BRILLIANT!! If you don't agree that it's brilliant, dare to say it out lar. I promise I &lt;s&gt;will&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;won't&lt;/i&gt; whack you on the head with an iron hammer and then mix your brain with cocoa powder, and serve it straight from the oven, when it's still piping hot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today's GB batch outing at East Coast Park was pretty fun. haha, I only arrived quite late lar, just in time for lunch! There was sooo much food and yunxi was still saying the food might not be enough. And I saw the side of East Coast Park that I never saw during ICC. I was almost lost but then I had enough sense to call for help instead of wondering around like a wild child. hehe. wild child sounds so nice. WILD CHILD. Woooo-iiiii-ld Chaaaaaaa-iiiiii-ld. Anything sounds nice when I'm in the happy-till-almost-high mode. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113057809614013587?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113057809614013587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113057809614013587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113057809614013587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113057809614013587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/yayyy-im-so-happy-i-finally-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113050736706290694</id><published>2005-10-28T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:08:20.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm really happy 105 got 2nd for netball carn. To me, it's like, we've kind of won it!! We're like the champions, cuz 108 has a lot of netballers and basketballers and DSAs and they're really strong too, but 105 is considered to be quite a normal class, with only 1 netballer and 1 basketballer and we could still get 2nd!! Woohooo!! Nice one, man!! haha. Thanks to all players, especially lihui and banana cuz lihui's the team captain and banana's a very good friend. so i'm a bit biased. lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;This part of the entry has been removed for privacy reasons. If you want to find out more detailedly, why, please just talk to me yourself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113050736706290694?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113050736706290694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113050736706290694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113050736706290694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113050736706290694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok-im-really-happy-105-got-2nd-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113033054208004820</id><published>2005-10-26T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:42:22.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this saying that parents don't owe us kids anything. Ok true. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in fact, we kids don't owe them anything too. That's what I think. And I don't think the mentality will change. I mean, kids are parents' responsibilities, no matter how lousy, how ugly, how fat, how skinny, how irritating, how detestable the kids are, the parents have to stick with them forever, or at least until they are adults. So it is extremely extremely not valid for a parent to start bawling about regretting their decision to give birth to the kid. Excuse me, this isn't like some mail order stuff that you can return and demand for refund if you aren't satisfied. In fact, this is exactly like the shopping centres in Singapore, No &lt;b&gt;Refunds&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Exchanges&lt;/b&gt; are allowed once items are purchased.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, the parents didn't purchase the kids. They chose to have them. Even if it's an "accident", it's none of the freaking kids' business. They didn't choose to be born, and furthermore, to be born to unreasonable, complain-queen parents. So stop lashing everything out on the kids. Remember, we do not owe you anything, yet. Perhaps when we're adults, then you can start talking about us owing you. But still, kids are for life; it's a permanent bond. And whether you like it or not, you &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; to stick with it. And same with the kids, whether &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; like it or not, they have to be stuck, all the same. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, kids are &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; investments. They never will be. Stop treating us based on our merits or achievements. Stop judging us already. And, as I said, have the parents ever learnt geography? If the inputs are not stable, how do you expect high yields to be produced? I'm not asking you to put in HYVs or chemicals that are actually more of a bane than boon (like tuition and stress which you claim will help) I just need you to give me the soil and labour needed, like more understanding and trust. Hey, is that a lot that I'm asking for? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the choice, I would rather be independent as soon as possible. The best way, perhaps, would be to be born out of a rock or the river or whatever, just no human being. And I'll be dependent on nature, who never complains. No tears will ever be shed again. And no more heartbreaks, no more getting hurt. Just as well, I'm already numb anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113033054208004820?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113033054208004820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113033054208004820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113033054208004820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113033054208004820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-this-saying-that-parents-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-113007483269477555</id><published>2005-10-23T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:40:32.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum has just returned from a trip to this huge casino cum cruise ship in Indoneisia with her colleagues. And She looks like she had a lot of fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has just returned from a handphone buying spree and he has been showing off his handphone since he came home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have just returned from the world of virtual boredom and I'm still deciding whether I should pout or sulk for the rest of the night. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sims2 isn't working, the aquila channel on maple story doesn't allow me to get in. Life sure sucks. lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there's only so much I can do with the computer before I nearly die of social constipation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once said that I'm gonna marry a chocolate man when I grow up. The most recent one was that I'm going to marry the computer. Now I think maybe I should just marry Mr Entertainment. No. Or maybe I should just stick with Lynn for the time being. Even she is less boring than a computer or a lump of chocolate. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so wasted. Like, completely useless. And blogging is helping stuff. Maybe I should go and make myself more useful by mapling. You know, at least the magician depends on me to level up. Ah well. Back to being a zombie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-113007483269477555?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/113007483269477555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=113007483269477555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113007483269477555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/113007483269477555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-mum-has-just-returned-from-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112999219639533261</id><published>2005-10-22T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:43:20.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Omg today was so fun. Huiling's house has like almost everything. Cuz we went over there and did the om audtition thingy. I like the computers in her house. The faster one runs maplestory so smoothly and is like so fast lar. And then I discovered this HUGE thing. There's Sims 2 in her house!! Oh my god! I almost hyperventilated. Ok lar, actually xiner discovered it. But still, spent a lot of time playing sims 2. XD Of course, we did our om play too. we're so hardworking. yeah, i Know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112999219639533261?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112999219639533261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112999219639533261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112999219639533261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112999219639533261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello_22.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112990040946202133</id><published>2005-10-21T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T21:13:29.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no! I hope I'm not getting senile. This has been the second time in this week, in consecutively two days that I've showered with Dove's Cream &lt;b&gt;Shampoo&lt;/b&gt; and washed my hair with Watson's Cream &lt;b&gt;Shower&lt;/b&gt;. What the heck is wrong with me!! LOL. I need a brain transplant. Maybe I should exchange brains with Vanana or Lynn. Oh no, that will make me &lt;i&gt;even&lt;/i&gt; dumber. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, I'm a really childish and lame person right? Yep. Self-admittedly, I am. And fully supported by Lynn too. And then I found out boys can be like ten thousand times more childish then me. Um hello, it was just a hotmail signature that is supposed to be configured to go with every outgoing e-mail. So what if it says "Love, Jingyi". No big deal lar. Or maybe I should take his advice and change it to, "Love, Jingyi (Love is only directed to those whom Jingyi loves)". How nice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112990040946202133?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112990040946202133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112990040946202133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112990040946202133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112990040946202133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-no-i-hope-im-not-getting-senile.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112988249202778564</id><published>2005-10-21T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T16:14:52.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;EOYs ARE OVER!!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. And my blog has a new layout. &lt;b&gt;Two&lt;/b&gt; causes for celebration!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still not feeling high. Unlike PSLE. oh well. At least these EOYs don't like determine the fate of the next half of my life, unlike PSLE. Ok. whatever. Shall stop dwelling on exams that are already non-existent in my life. For the time being, at least. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my life is like the line of a stock market. I hope it doesn't crash.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112988249202778564?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112988249202778564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112988249202778564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112988249202778564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112988249202778564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/eoys-are-over-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112981688552028034</id><published>2005-10-20T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:01:25.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I was just thinking about dimples when I scribbled this all over my maths exercises. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/54296734_09ba8b21ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is in all its glory. The black dots/lines represent dimples. Except for vanessa, hers represent pimples. LOL. Dimples - "D" + "P" = Pimples. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for my first time drawing caricature eh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112981688552028034?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112981688552028034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112981688552028034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112981688552028034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112981688552028034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112981641941774035</id><published>2005-10-20T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:53:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh. This is &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt;. My face is having sudden, horrid breakouts, my lips are dry and cracked, I accidentally washed my hair with watson's cream &lt;u&gt;shower&lt;/u&gt; and my thighs refuse to remain stable. This has gotta be my ugliest day on Earth, well, um besides the time when I was red wrinkly twit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112981641941774035?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112981641941774035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112981641941774035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112981641941774035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112981641941774035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112954570167175801</id><published>2005-10-17T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:41:41.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English is over. Yepps. I think I did ok for compre. Actually, it was pretty easy. *SLAP MY MOUTH*. Oh no. cannot say that, later I say easy and I do badly how? So shame shame right. english compre was damn difficult man. wah. so difficult until my brains like, totally, so going to explode. ACtually, it really wasn't easy lar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, everyone says that they finished like way before time, but how come I finished almost right on the dot? Like about 10 min earlier? Is that abnormal? Or maybe I'm just slow. I shall assume that I'm just slow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for summary, I exceeded the word limit by 16 words. Not a good sign, I know. But I calculated. :) As in, the last 16 words only cover about one point. So it's like, if it's counted, I get +1 for one extra point, and then I'll -1 for exceeding the word limit. So in the end, +1-1=0. I get nothing and I lose nothing. But, my summary'll be more complete. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if they cancel away my 16 words, I only lose one point lar. But probably, since they cancel alrdy, I won't lose the point for exceeding word limit. So it's like -1+1=0. So either way, I'll still gain and lose nothing! hehe. Sometimes I think I'm so smart. Agree? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112954570167175801?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112954570167175801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112954570167175801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112954570167175801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112954570167175801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/english-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112937718234328706</id><published>2005-10-15T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T19:53:02.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>When I was really little, my parents drank Golden Eagle Coffee. I drank along with them cuz that brand of coffee tastes somewhat like milo and you know you get this "I'm so adulttish feeling" whenever you drank coffee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, they found it too sickeningly sweet for them and they changed to various random brands which are friggin bitter. (Either that, or they wanted to deter me from further drinking)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just drank coffee and although my dad says it isn't bitter, I didn't take any chances. So I mixed half of the coffee mix with sweet sesame drink mix. And I poured lots of milk down the mixture. Yum. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So random. oh well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so SICK of geog. I want to puke puke puke all over it. R.I.P GEOGRAPHY!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112937718234328706?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112937718234328706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112937718234328706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112937718234328706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112937718234328706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112929435887157869</id><published>2005-10-14T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T20:52:38.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a really happening day. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the last day of school just that, technically, it isn't the last day of school, if you get what I mean. Bo0. I missed the last lesson with wondofive cuz of spotchecks. Had to conduct with the sec 1s and sec 2s. They were all realli polite, and pretty nice. haha. I don't really like spotchecks when I have to miss out on some good class bonding but it doesn't matter lar. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm really starting to like netball now. It's very very fun ok. I like getting the ball. It's a nice feeling, having that warm and fuzzy thing cuddled in your arms. But usually, I'm too surprised that I got the ball to actually do anything constructive. Been trying not to act like a dumbass everytime that happens. I've improved ok! Yeah lar. Agree with me. But sometimes, I'm a bit freakishly worried, like, what if we're not allowed to play netball at a certain time? Even when there is no sun. I can't afford to get into more trouble you know. Alright. Whatever. Theere is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, stuff that mattered, stuff that displayed extreme hilarity happened. I shall not elaborate cuz I've kinda forgotten everything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, J Lo is sexy. She has a nice body and all. And she is pretty natural, unlike some freakish superstar wannabes nowadays. They're just putting on too much of the teenage drama queen look. Whatever. BAH to them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lol, I notice more hypocrisy. Not surprising. Ahh. Don't know lar. Maybe I'm just wrong. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I didn't get a 4.0 for French. I'm seriously peeved off. Not because I didn't get the 4.0 (ok maybe a little bit becoz of that lar), but becoz I don't geddit. I calculated all my percentages for all the french tests, petit tests, controle, whatever shits... I've always gotten above 80% ok! Maybe it's my oral that's pulled me down. But oral is like only a friggin 15%. oh yeah, come to think of it, mine was a close one, nearly 80%. Maybe, it is my oral that pulled me down. I can't believe it lor. I thought I did ok for oral. I mean, it was so easy and I managed to answer all the questions and it's not like I made the teachers repeat at least five times or whatever. I just can't believe it. And I thought french could pull my gpa up. Looks like I've been living in my own fairytale world all this while. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll assume that I'm gonna to fantabulously well for my other subjects. Cross my fingers and hope for the best. And of course, pray to god. He is always there for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to mugging for me, I guess. Or maybe a bit of maplestory first.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112929435887157869?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112929435887157869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112929435887157869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112929435887157869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112929435887157869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-was-really-happening-day.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112920635675819836</id><published>2005-10-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T20:47:28.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really going to plan my mugging schedule right now. Really.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish up History Explorations&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start and hopefully finish Intensive Subsistence Rice Farming&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of maplestory (&lt;i&gt;hopefully&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday 2.30pm to 4.30pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Subject to changes, if any&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plantation Agriculture, try and finish it up on the third lang bus, if possible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go library and borrow some books to chill out or whatever. Depends lar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish High-Tech Farming&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe polish up a bit on Plantation Agri.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consolidate info on computer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST GET RID OF GEOG!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of maplestory.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday Morning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 9.30&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surf a bit of net, slack a little. (1/2 hour)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with something &lt;i&gt;ultra ultra nice&lt;/i&gt;, downloading chem powerpoints from inet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read through, take notes if necessary, make sure I understand. bah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go through the periodic table again just to make sure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have lunch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple story. hah!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday Afternoon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ignore my mum.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore MSN and all other EVILs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might need more time to understand chem, considering that I haven't been paying attention for the past 2 months or so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because I'm a bloody genius, I might as well just take a few minutes. hohoh. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try. And. Organize. My. Agonizing. Stuff. Eeeks!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read through the friday weekly and frantically memorize as many phrases as possible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday weekly. whatever. Bo0!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Rest. I dunno what. Mental block probably. Anyways, dedicate entire afternoon to Chinese.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies. Whew. Take a breath and read through the books i borrowed from library. hopefully get inspiration for writing. sheesh. O YA, and &lt;s&gt;read&lt;/s&gt; watch more TV.&lt;br /&gt;TV serials are a great source for inspirations. Hopefully. My gogglebox shall never fail me! LOL. BASICALLY, just prep. for eng compo and/or chinese compre or compo. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday Morning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be able to do much. since Sundays are supposed to be slack. My mindset's hard to change. Shan't adapt to exam environment. I DON'T GIVE A FRIGGIN DAMN OK! geez. WHO AM I KIDDING.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday Afternoon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when the &lt;u&gt;real&lt;/u&gt; action sets in. Gets ready for frantic mugging on what? English? How the hell do you mug for english? As in, it's compo, my dear. ok lar. maybe I should spend that time reading harry potter. tends to give me inspiration too. and tends to cool my arteries.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO SHIT! I forgot all about maths. How smart. Oh well, maths calls for practice. So I shall just go and look through and redo every single algebra worksheet then. Hopefully, it will help.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit more on English. To calm my nerves. Alright. Ready, get set go. TV!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit more on English. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit more on English. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday Morning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hyperventilation sets in-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Later in Monday Morning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-spasm sets in-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exam Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RElax. Relax. Relax. Grrr. Plucks fingernails. Wrings arm. wipe off sweaty palms for the last time before i really start.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112920635675819836?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112920635675819836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112920635675819836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112920635675819836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112920635675819836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-really-going-to-plan-my-mugging.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112917700465804302</id><published>2005-10-13T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T12:16:44.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so pissed off right now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like html.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nazyra hates html.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112917700465804302?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112917700465804302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112917700465804302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112917700465804302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112917700465804302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-so-pissed-off-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112893892639288405</id><published>2005-10-10T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:13:47.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lit is finally over. Whee. I don't feel high. Because there are 6 more tests left. piles of shit. Oh well, my common brothers and sisters. hi piles of shit. I'll be meeting you soon to eradicate you from this evil world. I shall be saving you from eternal doom, like what Antonio did to Shylock lar. That makes me as smart as Antonio. Really. I shouldn't keep making unsound assumptions about my intelligence. It's just making me about as smart as a pile of shit. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn, you pile of shit. Come and join me in killing the piles of shit. Thou art Bassanio. *wink*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I'm starting on my favourite hobby of making blogskins again. Go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/Jinggey"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see my wonderful skins. The first one about maplestory isn't good at all. You should ignore it. Cuz the pic's blur and the skin is ugly. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really fun. You should try too. But don't ask me how, I wouldn't know what to tell you. Basically, be more observant and analytical. It's not something you can learn overnight. Ok, actually it is, just that you have to analyse and understand the codes lar. Really, it's that simple. You don't even have to memorize everything. Just save a copy of the basics in your file and then from there, you modify everything according to what you want. Basically, I've also gotta keep up with the changing times and learn new stuff. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112893892639288405?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112893892639288405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112893892639288405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112893892639288405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112893892639288405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/lit-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112885592107725118</id><published>2005-10-09T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T19:05:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Day without Mummy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. My mum's sick and in bed cuz of a bad toothache. So everything's kinda left to my dad and I. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we failed miserably.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sink was leaking and my dad tried to act hero and went and &lt;b&gt;stuck&lt;/b&gt; his whole hand into the pipe. For god knows what. And surprise suprise, the sink wasn't fixed. But the whole bathroom was messed up. So my mum scolded him. And he went and complained to me like a whiny little three-year-old. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And His hand is now wrinkled because he keeps thinking that there's still bacteria left on his hand and he keeps going to wash them. And you know, I told you right, he takes 5 minutes to wash his hand &lt;u&gt;once&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I made dinner, which is basically egg omelettes and instant nooddles. I asked my dad if he wanted any, and he did, at first. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, he was like &lt;b&gt;"My hand very smelly, Can you help me smell it to test if it's smelly?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't want to smell his hands. Would you want to smell something that's pink and wrinkly and wet? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he took it that his hand was too smelly for me to smell and he said, "My hand very &lt;b&gt;smelly&lt;/b&gt;, I don't feel like eating instant nooddles anymore. I shall go downstairs and buy &lt;b&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/b&gt; takeaways."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me?!! Why can't you eat instant noodles when your hand is smelly but it is perfectly fine to eat nasi lemak? I don't geddit. Or maybe, it's because you have to use your hands to eat noodles while for nasi lemak, you have to use a fork and spoon. Oh yeah! &lt;i&gt;How very dumb of me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after a very full dinner, for me that is, my dad still hasn't gone down, there were dishes left to do. Oh well, nobody wanted to do them. My mum can't do cuz she's asleep, and my dad said his hands were still dirty from being stuck into a sink pipe so I shall bear the full responsibility of doing them. Ok. Being his &lt;s&gt;very nice and guai and sweet and kind&lt;/s&gt; daughter, I agreed &lt;s&gt;albeit somewhat reluctantly&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I loved to procrastinate, I decided to leave it till the last minute and I went into my bathroom. To play with my teddy bears. Yeah right. So while I was relieving myself, something extraordinary happened. I pooped. Yeah, that's right, I shitted (sorry if you're having dinner, lunch, breakfast, supper or teabreak right now). hahaha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fantasizing about maplestory and blogging later on so I completely forgot about doing the dishes until my dad asked what I was doing and I promptly replied him, "Shitting." That was when he exclaimed loudly, "Wah! Then later how are you going to do the dishes?" hahahahah. That's why I'm so happy right now! I won't be able to do the dishes cuz I've just shitted, and according to him, the bacteria's gonna stay on my hands for a very long time. As if. If it were true, ms wong's geog worksheet would be damned. But o well, it still got me out of doing dishes, so I'm not gonna argue. XD &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is so SCREWED right now. Cuz nobody can do the dishes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, he's not that screwed because -- oh no... he is so screwed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he did to the egg I cooked painstakingly for my mum?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went and submerged it in water. In boiling water, he adds happily. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says I left the egg out in the open for too long, thus bacteria might have grown there. so he's trying to sterilize it with boiling water.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very smart. And oh no for him, my mum has just waken up and isn't very happy about it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see now where half of my brain cells are from.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't geddit, I was trying to imply that I know why I'm dumb now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112885592107725118?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112885592107725118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112885592107725118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112885592107725118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112885592107725118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-without-mummy-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112860249941078053</id><published>2005-10-06T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:41:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided that I am going to pon maplestory until the end of EOYs. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I am going to mug like siao for these eleven days and just cheong for EOYs. I don't care. I will do my best and have no regrets.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to refrain from blogging too much because everyone else says that blogging takes up too much time. It's preventing me from using the valuable time to mug. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to stop tormenting darlynn and pay attention in class for once because I need all the info I can get to prep for EOYs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all, I have decided to become a mugger and acquire this mugging skill that can compare to that of all super mugger lihui's. (of course, that is just pure guesstimation on my part)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions. Decisions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging. Jingy snorts derisively.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112860249941078053?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112860249941078053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112860249941078053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112860249941078053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112860249941078053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-decided-that-i-am-going-to-pon.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112858843733849002</id><published>2005-10-06T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:47:17.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Well. I've always thought my life has the habit of creating problems for itself. And then I realised that &lt;i&gt;I'm&lt;/i&gt; the one who always &lt;b&gt;allows&lt;/b&gt; problems to enter my life. So I've decided I need to regain control of my seemingly-perfect lil' life. It's almost impossible to live like, near-perfect but it doesn't hurt to try!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a whole lot of a crazy time with the wonderz. It was just like the old times, you know back when we were still carefree and innocent, ok, like, back when I was still carefree and innocent. Maybe not &lt;i&gt;innocent&lt;/i&gt;. But, you get what I mean.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well. My specs happen to be lopsided now. It's not funny, Aida. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post this angsty entry at first but then I patched up with my mum over the phone. =D &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sometimes, I really wonder what's wrong with life. Or rather, me, actually. If I had a weaker heart, I would have had more than half of all my arteries damaged man. I don't think, I'm ready for surprises yet. &lt;i&gt;Life&lt;/i&gt;, please stop. I am already largely surprised at the fact that I'm a weirdo freak plus a lump of chocolate with butter fingers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that everytime when I'm just beginning to like someone, the contrary always happens? Is that my destiny? Arrgh. Whatever. But I do have to bear in mind that nobody is perfect in this world lar. I, for one, am definitely not. So what makes me have the right to judge others? I wish I were a simpler person. I really wish so. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally can't stand the &lt;i&gt;bufo&lt;/i&gt;. What's wrong with her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112858843733849002?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112858843733849002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112858843733849002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112858843733849002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112858843733849002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112842188281414020</id><published>2005-10-04T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T22:16:40.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm inconsolable. Don't ask.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why men with beautiful wifes still have affairs? Maybe it's just a male thing, or whatever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, today is the official day that marks the end of Brad Pitt and Jen Aniston's marriage, that marks the end of Lynn's and my marriage. Oh yeah, in case you were wondering, that doesn't make Lynn anymore like Brad Pitt, or me anymore like Jen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic, I think it's &lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt; for man to cheat on their beautiful wives. Take Sienna Miller and Jude Law for example. She's rich, talented and beautiful, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; married to him. Now what does he do? Go and kiss the nanny. Wah. So smart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A case study done on the Laws&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/49344442_1f59cd8c08_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/49345160_27471af57b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/49345161_0cb55779e7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/49345162_45671ec2ea_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true. Maybe all men &lt;s&gt;or darlynns&lt;/s&gt; become blind once they marry beautiful wives like Sienna Miller, Jen Aniston &lt;s&gt;and me&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the topic of my family. In case you were sleeping, things have progressed differently now. After marrying rather &lt;s&gt;sadly&lt;/s&gt; joyfully to Lynn, I've conceived a total of six kids (Zaf, Munya, Vanessa, Steffi who was somehow lost in a rainforest while I was studying geog there, and two babies who died in my womb, namely yilin and ruici), as if I don't have enough problems already, I have to have my first lover's tiff with Lynn. Ok, like whatever, obviously, it isn't our first. Or I wouldn't be so experienced. XD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, Zaf was so indignant that her daddy scolded her mummy that she begged me to file for divorce. Without my consent, she went and told darlynn I was filing for divorce. So there. But because I'm now a single parent, I can't support my kiddies so they left me for &lt;s&gt;rich taitai&lt;/s&gt; Cheryl's family instead. And then I died of erm, nervous breakdown. yepps. That about sums up the story. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I forgot. Darlynn has miraculously become Cheryl's kids' grandmother. Oh well, at least there won't be any generational gap between her and her &lt;i&gt;grandkids&lt;/i&gt; (like uh, she gave birth to some of them!). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm actually alive and typing at a computer like a zombie. And the alive me has a few words to say, "The above facts are highly and cruelly exxagerated so please read at your own liberty."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112842188281414020?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112842188281414020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112842188281414020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112842188281414020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112842188281414020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-inconsolable.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112834255703889604</id><published>2005-10-03T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:31:25.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song is dedicated to my &lt;b&gt;beloved bolster&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Donna Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Song: At The Beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We were strangers, starting out on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming, what we'd have to go through&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are, I'm suddenly sleeping&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me I was going to find you&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected, what you did to my bed&lt;br /&gt;When I lost sleep, you were there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;School's gonna start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life is a bed that I wanna keep sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Love is a bolster, I wanna keep hugging&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bed, now and forever, wonderful sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;You were there when I needed a hug&lt;br /&gt;You were there when I was crying&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were strangers on a crazy adventure&lt;br /&gt;Never dreaming, how our dreams would fail us&lt;br /&gt;Now here I stand, quite afraid of the future&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life is a bed that I wanna keep sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Love is a bolster, I wanna keep hugging&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bed, now and forever, wonderful sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when your cotton runs out&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when the storm is through&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew there was somebody, somewhere&lt;br /&gt;A bolster in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Now I know my dream won't live on&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;my mum's gonna tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is a bed that I wanna keep sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Love is a bolster, I wanna keep hugging&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bed, now and forever, wonderful sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;You were there when my tears start shedding&lt;br /&gt;You were there when my snot came out&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bed that I wanna keep sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;Love is a bolster, that i won't be keeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down the rubbish chute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bed that I wanna keep sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Love is a bolster, that i won't be keeping&lt;br /&gt;In the end I wouldn't be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;At the rubbish chute with you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all. Today shall be the last day I'm gonna mourn over the loss of my bolster. I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112834255703889604?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112834255703889604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112834255703889604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112834255703889604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112834255703889604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-song-is-dedicated-to-my-beloved.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112825022316672520</id><published>2005-10-02T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T18:50:25.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh. my mum threw away my eight-year-old bolster. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;B00 Ho0 Ho0&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112825022316672520?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112825022316672520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112825022316672520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112825022316672520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112825022316672520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112799911132713338</id><published>2005-09-29T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:05:11.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; heh. LOL. Can someone tell me why I sudden feel like I'm Les. ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. today, I learnt that making a major fashion faux-pas can make one look like an oriental decorative material, originating from Persia. In other words, a friggin &lt;b&gt;Carpet&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9714730-112799911132713338?l=i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/feeds/112799911132713338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9714730&amp;postID=112799911132713338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112799911132713338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9714730/posts/default/112799911132713338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-dream-a-lot.blogspot.com/2005/09/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dreamer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9714730.post-112782454579337570</id><published>2005-09-27T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:39:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum will fail all her history, geography and lit. tests. Because of her lousy PEE-ing. For god's sake, she CANNOT PEE at all. Let me give you examples.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Point&lt;/b&gt; = I failed my maths test. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evidence&lt;/b&gt; = I got a *CENSORED* for my maths test. (basically, i calculated, its percentage is the equivalent of a 3.6)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Explanation&lt;/b&gt; = My mum scored 90 plus percent in her math test &lt;i&gt;almost always&lt;/i&gt; and therefore if I score 70 plus percent in ONLY ONE friggin test, I am a stupid brainless underachiever who doesn't put in effort into her studies. And also, therefore, I've failed the math test. If I got 80% means I passed. If I got 90% means I'm a friggin NERD. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*no lar. I made up the last one. Cuz I've never got 90% for any of my math tests before, so I don't know what's the significance of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Point&lt;/b&gt; = I don't take my studies seriously and I'm a lousy scumbug slacker.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evidence&lt;/b&gt; = one bloody math test which I &lt;i&gt;failed&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Explanation&lt;/b&gt; = Because I refused to do her freakING assessments (ass-ass-ments) which bear almost no relation to the the algebraic topic we were learning. Therefore she concluded that I didn't put in one single effort into this test. From there, she elaborated to the fact that I have time to surf the net and go on msn but I don't have time for assessments. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Mum, can you go and GET A LIFE??!!! or at least try to find out what a life is.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;*POSTNOTE: In a way I sort of did do badly for my test, as compared to previous tests anyway. But what I can't stand is her unreasonable accusations. She sounded as if I'm a lousy pui pui pigbrain or something. I cannot stand that kind of thing, I tell you. Even if it's my mum. I really cannot stand it. You can see that I'm really &lt;s&gt;heartbroken&lt;/s&gt; angry. 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